Farmer: Plant strange fire at the beginning and sell devil fruits.

"Sister, are you alone?"

Sister Hong is from Chongqing, and she talks to the beauty in the suit with a spicy accent.

The beauty in the suit is very cold and looks down on women like Sister Hong who are wandering around in the world.

Sister Hong didn't care either, and said with a sweet smile:

"There's a boss over there who wants to treat my sister to a glass of wine to show off her face."

The beauty in the suit was none other than Wei Na. She glanced at Meng Xing with a bit of disgust.

She didn't like this kind of rich second-generation young man. She rejected him several times, but in return she was treated hard by Sister Hong.

Wei Na was afraid that this slut's endless entanglement would affect her plans for tonight, so she frowned and walked to sit next to Meng Xing.

What she didn't expect was that Meng Xing didn't strike up a conversation, but just sipped the wheat wine quietly.

Wei Na suffered from an occupational disease and glanced at Meng Xing.

There was a sarcastic look in his eyes, and Meng Xing's drinking of wheat wine was too artificial.

"Play hard to get? Childish trick."

Wei Na crossed her legs and looked at the crazy men and women on the dance floor in boredom.

Meng Xing glanced at Wei Na slightly and was already sure that this woman was the woman near the peak of power in Nanhai City, the director of the General Bureau.

He glanced at his watch, calculated the time, and finally started talking:

"You are different from ordinary women, you are very special."

What Meng Xing wants to do is to delay time.

Wei Na said with a smile:

"Then what kind of woman do you think I am?"

Meng Xing's mouth curved:

"A woman as strong as liquor."

The boss-like words made Wei Na feel sick to her stomach, and she said with a hint of sarcasm:

"Comparing wine to women? You don't even know how to drink wine. That's not how you drink wheat wine."

Meng Xing shook his head:

"This is the strongest wine, so naturally it has to be tasted well."

Wei Na felt that Meng Xing was being mysterious:

"How is the 18% alcohol stronger?"

Meng Xing drank half the cup and said:

“The liquor that has a story is the liquor.”

Wei Na felt that Meng Xing was about to start some tricks to pick up girls, so she shook her head and smiled:

"Appreciate further details."

Meng Xing asked:

“The money residents in the old city make in a year is not as much as those in power get in a day.

The bitter taste in this wheat wine probably resembles the stories of the residents of the old city. "

Wei Na's eyes were a little mocking.

To her, who is in a high position, these words sound like cowardly and useless complaints from people at the bottom.

This metaphor will only make her feel that Meng Xing's cultural level is not high.

There was no rush for the surprise inspection, but there was some time to break up with Meng Xing.

From the perspective of her own director, she said:

"I don't think they are suffering very much. Although the superiors get more, they also bear corresponding obligations, don't they?

You have to know that without the blessing of high-level officials, these people would not even be able to eat. "

Meng Xing raised the wheat wine in his hand:

"Do you know how wheat wine is made?"

Wei Na has lived in a honeypot since she was a child. How could she know about such rough things?

She smiled: "Please continue."

Meng Xing shook half a cup of wheat wine in his hand:

“Wheat seedlings need to be soaked, and after they germinate, they are put under the sun.

People will build a plastic greenhouse for the wheat seedlings outdoors to protect them from wind and rain.

After three days, the malt is harvested for brewing.

The wheat seedlings will continue to grow, but unfortunately they will never grow big, because there is always a sickle waiting to harvest them.

Do the residents of the old city look like wheat seedlings, and do those in power count as sickles?

Tell me, is the malt wine in my hand strong enough? "

Wei Na's brows suddenly knitted together. This sentence was very crazy and evil.

According to the Ghost King Mask Man, he compared the superior to a butcher.

Are ordinary people just pigs?

After giving birth to batches of piglets, the New Year Pig will have to accept the end of being served on the table.

And their children start their lives over and over again?

Wei Na subconsciously retorted:

"It's not as good as you said."

Meng Xing took a sip of wine and said quietly:

“Residents in the old city still think they haven’t worked hard enough until they die of poverty.

They should have spread across the fields like the golden color of autumn.

No one ever tells them that they will never grow up no matter how hard they try.

Because the sickle above them has even been thought about how the next generation will eat it.

So much so that the rich and powerful in Xincheng District eat so much that their brains are full of fat. "

As a high-ranking person in power, Wei Na felt a little embarrassed when she was exposed in this way.

He was obviously a strong man with A-level and eighth-level spirituality, but he was unable to fight back.

Where is this talking about spirits?

This is a complaint about the polarization of society over strong drinks.

Have you ever chatted with a beautiful woman like this?

Wei Na looked a little ugly:

"You tell stories like this to women in bars?"

Meng Xing glanced at his watch. It was almost time. He had been dragging Wei Na for a while.

Meng Xing stood up and apologized:

"Maybe I was drunk. I'm really sorry. My story wasn't good enough. I'll say goodbye."

After that, he left the second floor.

Wei Na secretly said something strange, took out her mobile phone, and sent a text message:

"Quick, act!"

Soon, the door of Rasputin's bar became noisy, and one after another the sheriffs rushed in with flashlights.

"Spot checks!"

"Turn on the lights, turn on the lights! The music is off!"

Sister Hong was a little panicked, what was going on?

I didn’t tell you about the inspection in advance!

She hurriedly went up to him and smiled flatteringly at Nie San, who was leading the team:

"How come Director Nie is on the front line himself? Why don't you tell me in advance so that I can prepare some good wine for you!"

Nie San looked greedily at the beautiful mature woman in front of him, and suddenly felt a chill. He looked up and saw that Wei Na was on the second floor.

Nie San immediately became serious:

"Check, please cooperate!"

Sister Hong nodded repeatedly and organized the staff to cooperate with the security officers in the inspection.

Half an hour passed.

Nie San walked towards Wei Na flatteringly:

"Leader, everything is normal."

Only then did Sister Hong realize that the beauty in front of her was actually the leader of the Public Security Bureau!

Wei Na was observing everyone's expressions when her cell phone rang.

She glanced at the text message, her face changed drastically, and her pretty face was covered with frost.

Wei Na walked down the stairs and asked Sister Hong with a sneer:

"Where's Zhu Dajun?"

Sister Hong said honestly:

"Mr. Zhu was seriously injured and is still in the hospital."

Wei Na's eyes widened and she said after a while:

"Go back to the East District Sheriff's Office."

In the car of the Public Security Bureau, Wei Na could not calm down for a long time.

There was a fire at the East Precinct Sheriff's Office.

Some people were unwilling to investigate the bar themselves, so they set fire to the police station and forced themselves to leave.

"Leader, here is Sister Hong's information. It was provided by the informant. Please review it."

Wei Na took a look.

This Hong Jie used to be confused with the Black Dragon Gang.

Because of this, Sister Hong, who is very capable at work, was placed in the Rasputin Bar, which was not very efficient, and could not be reused by Zhu Dajun.

This matter was different from what she imagined. She asked unwillingly:

"Zhu Dajun is really injured?"

Nie San nodded:

"I checked. I was attacked by the Black Dragon Gang this afternoon and was seriously injured!"

Wei Na asked:

"Are you sure you were injured in the afternoon? How serious is the injury?"

Nie San nodded:

"I'm sure, I was sent to the hospital in the afternoon and was beaten to cerebral palsy."

Wei Na was stunned, cerebral palsy?

If so, the person who set the fire could not be Zhu Dajun.

Moreover, Zhu Dajun's accident happened in the afternoon, which is even more impossible.

Who set the fire? The people who burned down the police station are the same people who want to cover up the secret of Russ Putin.

Who else could this person be if he wasn't Zhu Dajun?

ps: I’ll add another chapter tonight, don’t rush.