Darkest Action

The main road outside the main entrance of the Garden Hotel has been under traffic control for half a month.

No reason, no explanation.

Vehicles entering and exiting must detour to the side entrance of the hotel, which greatly affects the experience of guests.The person in charge of the hotel found An Lan, the director of security, and mentioned that he had worked in the public security system for many years. Could the relevant department ask why the main road for cars to enter the hotel had to be blocked?

According to the procedures, An Lan contacted the traffic police detachment in the area where the hotel is located, but the other party was vague. They only said that it was a road closure order issued by the superior department. If you want to ask, you have to ask the higher-ups.

During the phone call, An Lan was straightforward: "Which department above gave you the instructions?"

Although she has been disarmed for a long time, An Lan's name is still spread in the Huangjiang police circle.The coordinator of the traffic police detachment still respected him, but it was inconvenient to say so, so he could only vaguely say, "You might as well inquire about it with the Public Security Bureau."

Hearing this, An Lan immediately equated the road closure with a certain name. He made several calls in a row, but the other party never answered, only the word "Meng Ran" on the screen kept on and off repeatedly.

Unable to contact the owner, An Lan had no choice but to call the City Bureau, Deputy Director Meng's secretary line.I never thought that once the phone was connected, there would be a sweet and crisp female voice on the other end. She announced her family name as Meng Ran's personal secret.

An Lan was startled, and confirmed, "Isn't Meng Ran's secretary Wu Xia?"

The policewoman spoke in crisp Mandarin and told him proudly that Wu Xia had been transferred to the Propaganda Department a few months ago.

An Lan was even more confused, thinking that when Meng Ran borrowed Wu Xia from Qi Feng, it took a lot of effort, so why did he arrange for such a great talent to be published in the newspaper?

Although he was puzzled, An Lan was not interested in asking. He immediately made an appointment with Meng Ran to the new secretary, but he changed it for three days in a row, and the response from the other end was summed up in only 6 words: no time, no time, No time!

The new secretary seemed to be very concerned about Meng Ran's private life. One of the reasons for his refusal on one day was that Meng Bureau was too tired to receive citizens due to continuous meetings.

An Lan's expression remained the same, but his tone gradually became serious: "Please tell Deputy Director Meng that his master is looking for him."

Before hanging up, he did not forget a friendly reminder: "Work hard and improve steadily. Don't bother with Meng Ran, he won't be interested in you."

Early the next morning, An Lan received a call back from Secretary Meng Ran, asking him to come to the Municipal Bureau within half an hour.

The morning rush hour in the Huangjiang River was extremely congested. An Lan worked hard and finally arrived at the destination within the time limit, but was told that Meng Ran had a meeting early in the morning and could not arrange a meeting time for the time being, and asked him to wait first.

The so-called waiting did not even arrange a rest room. An Lan was wandering in the corridor of the administrative building. He encountered policemen in uniforms rushing past several times. Many people cast curious glances at him. , whispering.

An Lan let them admire and talk, and waited until noon.

The female secretary called the boxed lunch and sent it to the corridor. She deliberately called An Lan "Mr. An" and changed her words with a smile: "I'm sorry, Mr. An. Bureau Meng still has things to do. He said he couldn't make you hungry. This lunch Just work hard for you to eat here."

There was a hint of contempt in that woman's words, and what she handed over with one hand seemed to be a cheap meal.

An Lan didn't pick it up, but asked, "What does he mean?"

"Please don't worry about getting rid of the disaster." Seeing that An Lan didn't pick up the boxed lunch, the secretary simply put it on the window sill beside him, "Mr. Meng asked me to tell Mr. An that you are not in your position, and the tea is cold. No matter how brave you are." Once the characters fall into the daily necessities, the small things that were originally a flick of a finger will become difficult to overcome."

The sarcasm was like a breeze in his ears, An Lan didn't change his face, and turned back to the subject: "The Municipal Bureau has no right to control the main road outside the Garden Hotel for a long time. What I want is an official statement, please tell Director Meng If you have a letter, I will meet you in person."

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when Meng Ran officially appeared.He came in a hurry, and passed by An Lan after being left alone for a long time, but he didn't look sideways, as if he hadn't seen him.An Lan waited for another ten minutes before being ushered in after the other party entered.

In the director's office, there are huge buildings, wide tables and high chairs, and two bright red flags stand on both sides of the room, one on the left and one on the right.

Meng Ran obviously knew the reason for An Lan's visit. He didn't say hello or look in his eyes. He just called the traffic police detachment in front of him.

"The traffic control outside the main entrance of the Garden Hotel is now cancelled."

Just a few words, just one sentence, solved the problem that had troubled An Lan for a long time.

The secretary handed over the printed relevant materials in time, and Meng Ran waved his pen and signed his name in a fluttering manner. Without raising his eyes, he said in a deep voice, "This access document is what you want, take it."

Ever since they met each other, Meng Ran had never given An Lan a straight look.The latter had a clear motive and was not entangled. He stepped forward and wanted to take the document, but the piece of paper, which was as heavy as Mount Tai, seemed to be thrown from Meng Ran's fingers like a feather, before An Lan could take it over. It has already flown to the ground.

An Lan's hand hanging in the air froze, and when he met Meng Ran's eyes, what he read was a naked provocation.

In the end, An Lan squatted down, silently picked up the page of signature materials, and got up to leave.Finally, Meng Ran asked coldly from behind: "Is it meaningful to live this kind of life for ordinary people?"

An Lan didn't look back, but asked instead, "What kind of days do you think are meaningful?"

Meng Ran waved away the secretary, and said to the point, straight to the point: "Return to Annei Group, come back to me."

An Lan couldn't help sneering, God gave him a whole body of talent, he was persecuted by Qi Feng in the early years, and now it's Meng Ran's turn to persecute him.He turned around and refused frankly: "I am quite used to the ordinary life now, and Anne's action has nothing to do with me."

To his surprise, Meng Ran, who was sitting on the high-backed seat, did not stop him. He raised the corner of his lips, smiled contemptuously, and immediately issued an order to drive away: "Let's go, the era of using you as a police god has indeed long ago It's over, and now you really don't deserve his love at all."