The Beijing-flavored tea master and the rich and powerful boss are HE

The old courtyard, which was as lively as a market just now, suddenly fell silent.

The villagers gathered three floors inside and outside, and they saw the young man who broke into their village for the second time, with a pale face by the well, just like the straight flag mast in the small cultural square of the village.

Song Zhi looked at the palms of his hands, and then weakly dropped his hands to the sides.

The palm is released.

The money tube fell vertically, immediately kicking up the scattered dust on the ground.

In the eyes of everyone, he turned around stiffly, not forgetting to pull open the door bolt outside the house.

In the room.

The woman was sitting by the bed with her child in her arms, when she saw the wooden door open, she stood up abruptly.She first gave him a gouging look, and then began to scold Song Zhi for being a wolf-hearted thing who can change his face at any time.

The woman's voice was sharp, and she kept uttering some vicious words. Yaya looked at the woman curiously, and then at Song Zhi at the door.

The latter, on the other hand, stood in front of the gate, silent and honestly being scolded.

When the woman avoided him and walked out aggressively with the child in her arms, she found a group of old folks gathered at the door.

What is this for?

She was also stunned for a moment when she saw the bright red rolled up banknotes on the ground, and then joked, "So much money?"

She asked: "Are we raising money to hire someone to set up the stage?"

But this joke didn't have the expected effect at all. The neighbors just looked at her with unwavering eyes and said nothing.When she realized that the situation was wrong, she immediately chose to shut up, hugged the child, and silently retreated into the crowd.

He also didn't forget to touch the woman next to him with the back of his hand, asking: "Shouzhi's family, what's the matter?"

"Something happened!" The woman next to her pulled her and whispered, "That's right."

"Jia Shouzhi stole the money from somewhere, and hid it in his water well pressure tank!"

The woman's information is not accurate, but she still shared it with her with relish: "Our neighbors come to his house to fetch water every day, but we didn't find this!"

"No, I was found by the Lord today!"

The woman frowned, looked at Song Zhi, and was also stunned.

"That's no wonder..."

Before he finished speaking, the village party secretary pushed her shoulders away and squeezed out of the crowd.He was still wearing the brown sweater with the smoke hole, which hadn't been changed in the past two days.

He walked to the person by the well and shouted into it: "Shouzhi?"

"You speak first."

"Is this money clean? Did you earn it?"

As he spoke, he followed his index finger bit by bit, with the attitude of a cadre: "If you say that this is the money you earned by running a big car, well, I, Lao Sun, Lao Liu, our brothers will pull you out immediately." !"

"But if you really did something bad and you were found, don't say we are neighbors in the future! You just stay in the well and wait for the police to come!"

Jia Shouzhi didn't come up in a hurry in the well, but was exceptionally silent.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, the village party secretary picked out one of Jia Shouzhi's colleagues from the crowd—they were driving a cart together.

"San'er, how much does it cost for your cart?"

The man replied: "Where did you look? It's far away. It costs three thousand dollars to travel."

"The closest ones are dozens."

After he finished speaking, he didn't forget to glance at the money tubes rolling around under his feet. The red banknotes always make people want to pick them up and take them all in their arms: "But so much money..."

"I have to run for ten or eight years..."

No one touches the money on the ground. The villagers just watch around and discuss Jia Shouzhi in a low voice. What he does seems to be different from his honest and honest appearance.

The village party secretary returned to the well and probed down: "Did you hear that?"

Jia Shouzhi's arms were stretched out by the well, and he had to raise his head high to meet his gaze.

"Pull me up, Lao Gao."

The village party secretary took out a cigarette from his coat, lit it, and emphasized in a stern voice: "You speak first!"

"Pull me up!"

The state of silence suddenly ceased, and he suddenly opened his throat and howled: "Pull me up!!"

The sound was heart-piercing, and even the blood vessels in the neck burst.Yaya heard it in the crowd, but she also began to howl.No matter how the woman coaxed her, she couldn't stop crying.

Although Jia Shouzhi couldn't see it, hearing his daughter's crying made him feel very uncomfortable.

He hit the wall of the well with his forehead fiercely, which startled the village party secretary.

Jia Shouzhi roared in despair again, feeling hopeless.

He suddenly looked down at his feet.

There is a layer of floating matter in the well water, which floats on top of each other.There are a few irregular air bubbles standing against the wall, silently.

He moved his feet, clenched his teeth, and let go of his hand to throw it in.The village party secretary didn't expect it at all. He threw away the cigarette in his hand in fright. Arms, a few big men pulled hard, put their legs on the side of the well for support, and finally pulled the man up.

But Jia Shouzhi was not obedient at all, as if possessed by an evil spirit, as soon as he reached the ground, he turned his head and wanted to jump into it.He was stopped by someone, kicked his legs wildly, and shouted: "Let go, let go!"

"I do not want to live!!"

"I can't live anymore!"

The village party secretary couldn't see the man doing this kind of thing like a spoiled old woman, so he stretched out his hand and slapped him across the face, making the man's head buzzing.

"Jia Shouzhi, are you fucking convulsed?!" He rubbed his old arm. When he was pulling Jia Shouzhi just now, he felt so painful:

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"You don't want to die, do you?"

"The more you behave like this, the more it means something is wrong! Quickly recruit, no matter if you stole it or robbed it, as long as you took it from someone else, quickly return it!"

The villagers kept silent, and no one left. Even though it was almost noon, they were not going to go home for dinner, just waiting for the follow-up.

It was supposed to be a lively village meeting, but it made such a mess out of him.

The blood vessels in Jia Shouzhi's neck hadn't calmed down yet, but his face was pale.

He leaned against the well and sat in a small house.

"Think about it carefully!" said the village party secretary.

"That's right, don't be too hard on yourself, Shouzhi." The woman hugging Yaya comforted her, "There are still children, you should think more about children."

"If you make a mistake, admit it quickly, before it's too late!" Someone shouted.

"Or call the police?"

"These two people don't know where they came from. Why did they just break in like this?"

When Jia Shouzhi heard it, he felt agitated as if he had caught some life-saving straw. He grabbed the village party secretary's pants leg and said, "Call the police, party secretary! Call the police for me!"

"They," he pointed at Fu Zhe: "They broke into private houses first!"

The secretary of the village party committee had a sad face and did not speak.Only Fu Zhe's voice suddenly came out, his voice was calm and deep: "That woman brought us in, this kind of situation does not belong to the category of trespassing."

"And." Fu Zhe paused, "I've already called the police."

"Wait and see."

Jia Shouzhi realizes that things have been revealed.

The neck seemed to be folded, limp, and then drooped down again, and he never raised his head again.

……

early morning.

Half the sun is still below the horizon, the winter atmosphere is heavy, and the sky in the distance is a pale blue.

Qingyuan Town was the first to usher in the dawn, while Beijing was later.

The policemen of the whole town are concentrated at the junction of the town and the neighboring county, working together to search for a long-lost foreigner.

In the fog, a police car with red and blue lights slowly stopped on a gentle slope. The moment the door opened, two large dogs with black faces jumped out of the car. They stuck out their bright red tongues, sniffed and held In the hands of the policeman on the leash—

It was brought by Secretary Han and used by the foreigner.

The two German shepherds immediately rushed into the forest, trotting along with the police.

The woods were filled with fog, and the vision was hazy. After staying for a few minutes, even the surface of the trousers was wet.Dawn just opened his sleepy eyes, and the moist mist hit his face, as if it could penetrate the pores, injecting into the skin, adding another layer of coldness.

Looking into the distance, the sky is in chaos, and there is a thick shadow.

That is the tea field of Qingyuan people.

Secretary Han's face was tired, and his palms continued to sweat.

——This is the third day of the company's initial search, and the eighth day of the alien's disappearance.

If you can't find it anymore, the company's business may be...

The fog was so heavy that it was impossible to tell the direction. In addition, there were many big trees in the forest. The police dogs wandered around the roots of each tree for a long time, but they couldn't find them for a long time.

They were working hard, circling in this old forest, groping forward little by little.

After four to 10 minutes of searching, one of the police dogs finally "barked" loudly.

There is no one living on the rocky beach, the town is a little far away, the sound of dogs barking on the top of the hill is heard, and the sky is completely bright...

really……

Secretary Han stared at the corpse at his feet, turned his back, and didn't want to look any further.

The corpse of the foreigner has turned purple and stiff, the face has not yet been corrupted, and the characteristics of the Mediterranean race can be clearly seen.Huge nose, closed eyelids, and a deep tear groove under the eyes.Now, her cheeks are sunken and blue-gray, completely showing signs of loss of life.No breath, no movement.

He was still wearing the knitted sweater and khaki pants he had brought in, but his leather suitcase was missing.Secretary Han knew in his heart that it contained the most important contract in their hands.Cheng Kaizu and Qin Huai came here for this thing!

Although the sky is bright, standing in the woods is still scary.

The police found the missing person, and his heart was finally able to let go.Unfortunately, this is a murder case.

Things are getting complicated again...

Some of the policemen went back to report and take photographs, while others stayed at the scene to protect the place where they were discovered and asked irrelevant personnel not to walk around at will.

Secretary Han found a tree stump and sat down with a heavy heart.The pile of leaves at his feet exuded a smell that was both fresh and decaying. He sat there, took photos of the scene, and quickly coded the report on his mobile phone to inform the president.

I thought the president hadn't woken up at this time, but found that Mr. Fang immediately replied with a "received".

Other than that, nothing else.

Secretary Han thought to himself that President Fang must also understand at this time that a secret battle with a rival company has surfaced and it is difficult to avoid it.

The police who hurried back covered the corpse with a white cloth. After all the records were filed, Secretary Han sent a pile of grain and oil to the local police who had been busy for two days, and gave the two panting Demu bought a pot of chicken legs.

He patted their heads and said, "Thank you."

At the same time, the gloomy Beijing is gradually getting brighter.

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