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Xue Ming shook his head and said, "Don't be angry, Lao Qian. I didn't bully you. Do you know what acting is?"

"What do you mean?" Qian Dahan frowned, somewhat unsure of Xue Ming's words.

The organization has Xue Ming’s personal information, which says that he is not an impulsive person.

It's not a match that ignites at a touch, but an electric iron that knows how to be patient, slowly accumulating heat and only explodes at the critical moment.

“Old Qian, Niu Guoxing is not only my brother-in-law, but also the acting director of the Transportation Department.

If I don't scold you a few times and let him vent his anger, he will definitely not let us use the truck, what do you think?"

Qian Dahan was silent, thought about it carefully, and felt that there was some truth in what he said.

He approached the car door and whispered, "Brother Xue, were you really acting for Niu Guoxing just now?

You are not only his brother-in-law, but also his master. Even if you didn't scold me, he would let us use the car."

Xue Ming shook his head: "Everyone has his own temper. I know Niu Guoxing better than you do, don't you think?"

He patted Qian Dahuan on the shoulder and whispered, "If you are angry, just hit me hard twice. I will never fight back."

"Tsk, it's meaningless when you say that. We are all working here." Qian Dahan felt much better.

At this time, Niu Guoxing opened the door and got on the car: "Brother, the car has been cleared, do you want to leave now?"

"I won't go. My job is to coordinate the trucks." Xue Ming took out a pack of cigarettes and stuffed it into Niu Guoxing's pocket.

Then he jumped off the truck and made a gesture of invitation: "Old Qian, I'll go back to report to Old Zhou. I wish you a safe journey."

"Okay, go back and tell Lao Zhou. Please rest assured that I will complete the task on time."

Qian Dahan got into the truck, waved goodbye to Xue Ming, and then closed the door.

The truck slowly drove out of the construction site. Xue Ming looked at the dust behind the truck and suddenly felt very tired.

I thought to myself, "It's really meaningless to waste time with a group of enemy agents all day. We need to speed up the progress."

Xue Ming went to the nearby woods, entered the space to write a note, and left the space to go to the back kitchen of the construction site.

I met Li Lihai near the kitchen. The old guy was stealing corn porridge again.

"Brother Xue, you should drink a few sips too."

Li Lihai handed over the bowl of porridge and said with a chuckle, "They always burn the porridge recently, so I came to check it out."

"I won't drink it." Xue Ming pointed at the middle-aged chef who had just given him the note and said, "Brother Li, what's the name of that chef?"

There was only one person in the shed. Li Lihai said, "He is Master Hu Yonghong. He used to be a canteen chef at the First Textile Factory. After the factory stopped working, he came to our construction site to make a living."

Xue Ming sat down and chatted with Li Lihai. After he finished his porridge, he took the initiative to go to the shed to deliver the bowl.

He took out the note from his pocket, placed it on the chopping board, covered the note with the porridge bowl, and turned and left without saying a word.

Hu Yonghong quietly put the note in his pocket and threw the bowl of porridge into the basin to wash.

Xue Ming walked into the air-raid shelter, found Zhou Jianhong, and reported on the coordination of the truck just now.

Zhou Jianhong laughed and thought to herself, "Qian Dahuan is a joke. Yesterday he threatened not to let Xue Ming see the sun, but ended up getting scared away by a dog barking. What a coward."

After cursing Qian Dahan in his heart, he gave Xue Ming a thumbs up: "You did the right thing. Old Qian has a bad temper and is easily impulsive. It would be good to teach him a lesson."

There was a strong sense of disdain in his words, as if he was very unhappy with Qian Dahan.

"Lao Zhou, I actually admire Lao Qian's temper. Life is short, so if you don't agree, just do it, and don't hold your anger in your heart."

"You're right, he has this kind of temper, and he'll suffer a great loss sooner or later."

Zhou Jianhong handed the newspaper on the table to Xue Ming: "Brother, go back and read the newspaper to kill time. Today is over."

Xue Ming took the newspaper and left, returned to his own territory, and lay on the table to read the newspaper.

From the conversation just now, it can be confirmed that there is a conflict between Zhou Jianhong and Qian Dahan, and there is a high possibility of infighting.

At noon, the construction site was closed on time. The chef did not have to prepare dinner, and Hu Yonglin took the truck of the transportation department back to the provincial capital.

He went home to change his clothes, put Xue Ming's note into an envelope, and then rode out on his broken bicycle.

I went all the way to Bi Zhengfang's house and waited from noon to afternoon, finally waiting for Bi Zhengfang to get off work and come home.

After reading Xue Ming's note, Bi Zhengfang frowned and walked back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back.

After a long while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Xue Ming, that bastard, always has some wild ideas."

That night, the provincial police went out overnight and arrested Qian Dahan while he was sleeping.

Early the next morning, the trucks from the transportation department arrived at the construction site on time and the transporters started their work for the day.

Xue Ming found a deserted place and entered the space, where he slept until two in the afternoon.

Leaving the space and coming to the kitchen: "Master Hu, I missed lunch, is there anything to eat?"

Hu Yonglin took out two boiled eggs from his pocket and whispered, "Director Xue, the police arrested him last night."

"Well done. On what grounds did you arrest the man?" Xue Ming peeled an egg and ate it, feeling good for a moment.

"I don't know about that." Hu Yonglin looked around and whispered, "Lao Bi said that he will be released in two days.

If this warning backfires, Lao Bi will not let you off the hook."

Xue Ming laughed and thought to himself, "What if he refuses to give up? Can he still eat me?"

After eating the eggs, I went to the air-raid shelter and saw Zhou Jianhong, who looked worried. "Brother Zhou, are you worried about something?"

Zhou Jianhong was stunned and put down the newspaper in her hand: "Early this morning, Lao Zhao's lover came to my house to look for me. Lao Zhao was arrested by the police last night."

"Oh? What did he do wrong? Why did the police arrest him?" Xue Ming asked in a low voice.

Zhou Jianhong frowned and said, "It seems that he is suspected of speculation. The day before yesterday, he went to the black market in the south of the city and bought three feet of cloth coupons."

"Not really. The black market in the south of the city is almost becoming a white market. Too many people go there to buy things."

Xue Ming pretended to be surprised and said, "Could it be because of something else?"

Zhou Jianhong shook his head: "Let's not make random guesses. Go back to work."

"Brother Zhou, don't worry too much. As long as he hasn't committed any crime, the police won't make things difficult for him."

"Well, go back to work."

Zhou Jianhong sent Xue Ming away and stared at the newspaper on the table, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

If Qian Dahan couldn't stand the pressure and betrayed the organization, he would be the first to be implicated.

By that time, neither the old general nor the provincial police would give him a chance to live.

Gradually, Zhou Jianhong broke out in a cold sweat, and his heart was in turmoil: "Qian Dahuan is more likely to cause trouble than to help. Keeping him here will only bring disaster!"