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"At that time, I made my statement~ We workers must think about the country. If I am not laid off, who will be laid off?"
clap~
Old man Liang turned off the TV and stood in front of the TV without saying a word. It took a while to walk back to the stool with my hands behind my back.
He silently lit a cigarette, the fingernails pressing the cigarette butt turned yellow.
On New Year's Eve, every family makes dumplings and watches the Spring Festival Gala. Fire the cannon.
The same goes for the old couple. Old man Liang's wife is not in good health and went to bed early.
It was cold at night, and old man Liang's legs ached, and he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so he got up at night. He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, the furrows on his flushed face were tightened, and when he looked carefully, there were furnace ashes in the roots of his hair.
There are dogs barking vigorously in the alley, and the sound of knocking on the door is muffled.
As soon as the old man opened his eyes, he scratched his coat and put it on, shouting "who is it", and walked out.
Squeak~
Looking at the door, a man with messy hair was standing at the door.
The cold wind swirled into the room.
Liang Ye's lips were trembling, and his mouth was wheezing.
Old man Liang raised his face in a daze, pursed his purple-black lips, and reached out to touch the man's face.
Warm and a little wet.
"Where did it go, all these years?"
Vertical day, noon, a certain teahouse.
"Red Star Music?"
Liang Ye rinsed his mouth with tea, and then said: "It's quite famous, I know what it is like, and it's not bad."
"You have been missing for several years, and you have lost touch with society. It is not easy to find a job. Why don't you let us introduce you to your old profession and music. We will fully support your career."
Liang Ye put his arms on the glass table: "Then, then what's wrong with you?"
"SBI, you can call me Aileen."
On the opposite side is a girl with a clean ponytail, who lives in the No. 5 compound on the Street of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and is a member of the military.
Early in the morning, she took the initiative to find Liang Ye. And proposed to help Liang Ye enter the famous Red Star Music at that time.
"You special investigation bureau, why did you help me?"
"We hope that Mr. Liang will be more peaceful."
The girl's tone was very polite.
"Oh~"
Liang Ye leaned back.
"In addition, we are also very interested in Mr. Liang's talents. We hope to have opportunities to cooperate in the future. If possible, we would like to hire Mr. Liang as a professional consultant for our Special Investigation Bureau."
Liang Ye hesitated for a while before asking:
"Well, let me ask you about a man who is tall and thin. He is very energetic. His accent is from Hejian. Is he also your special bureau"
"Mr. Liang."
The teacup in front of the girl's eyes rippled.
"There are no accidents. It's better that you don't see this person in the future."
"Yes." Liang Ye nodded: "Yes."
He didn't ask any more questions.
Ai Ling handed over a business card.
"Call me if you need it."
Ai Ling and Liang Ye finished their lunch and drove away. Got a phone call in the car.
"Okay, I'll go back right away." As soon as the black Santana turned, Ai Ling drove towards Wangfujing Street.
In about 20 minutes, Ai Ling walked into a dignified office building in a hurry, upstairs and downstairs, except for the comrades of the Special Bureau who Ai Ling was familiar with. There are also many new faces in uniform.
She walked into the office, and a middle-aged man with a square face sat on a large black office chair.
"Hello, hello, hello, Team Leader Hu, right?"
Ai Ling stepped on her high heels and walked over with a lovely smile on her face.
"Hahahaha, Deputy Bureau Xiaoai is much prettier than the photo~"
The voice of the Chinese character face is full of spirit, and there is a spring-like smile on the face.
"Looking forward to the stars and looking forward to the moon, and finally looking forward to Team Leader Hu."
Ai Ling's smile is hearty and generous.
"After Director Kang disappeared, the burden of the Special Investigation Bureau was thrown at me. But I was too busy. Didn't the higher-ups say that the Special Investigation Bureau should actively cooperate with Team Leader Hu's work? Do you have any requirements, Team Hu? As long as you mention it."
"Where is it, we need to communicate more in the future. After all, this rectification investigation is over, and I may have to be a partner with Deputy Director Xiaoai for a long time."
Ai Ling remained calm: "Director Kang has been missing for less than half a month.Jin Jin's grandfather will come in the afternoon. "
"What? Why didn't you tell me earlier, it's not that you don't know, my father and I"
Hu Jiangyi's tone became anxious.
"It's all about Chen Zhima's rotten millet. You weren't stubborn back then. Taking advantage of Xiao Jin's birthday this time, I just made it clear."
The conversation between husband and wife is not at all jerky, and Hu Jiangyi's life is vivid in his memory.
He walked out of the bathroom.
"Okay, I'll be back before six o'clock in the afternoon."
"Don't forget."
The wife hung up the phone, muttering to herself, how did this old Hu change his sex today.
"Group Leader Hu" hung up the phone with neither joy nor sadness on his face. Ai Ling stood by the wall, and the two looked at each other.
"Welcome back." Ai Ling stretched out her palm:
"Forbearance three."
God Jiazi nine hundred and eighty-four, possessing the special phenomenon of [Midnight Boiling], the matter of the Yanfu fruit, the dust has settled. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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