Street office where the wind lives

Ordinary people may not know where the gate of the city government opens for the rest of their lives. Director Wei has some shit luck to be invited by the leader to drink tea in person.

The heating system of the Land Bureau is not very friendly, the room is cold, and there is perennial dampness. A building facing the street looks like an underground palace. The ghosts and monsters who entered the endless hell.

In an office, black and white documents were neatly stacked in triplicate on the table, and a row of big characters in Song typeface stood out on the cover: Land Permanent Transfer Agreement.

"What do you mean?" Wei Nanfeng's eyes sank, his fists were quietly clenched under the table, ready to rush out at any time to knock out the gold teeth of the oily man.

The man exhaled a puff of thick smoke, and the hookah pipe was wrapped around his neck, like a silver snake spewing out letters.

"Director Wei is a sensible person, so I don't need to say more." He raised the corner of his mouth slightly and made a smirk, without moving his eyes, looking polite and distant.

"The municipal committee has been looking for opportunities to renovate the old city for a long time, but it has not planned where to start. Isn't it afraid that the later renovation project will affect the traffic, and the road must be opened first. Your Wuyi Road happens to be on several main roads. At the transportation hub, I have to take you first."

Wei Nanfeng always thought he looked familiar, but now he remembered where he had seen him.Last month, the Metropolitan Evening News published a group of photos of the leaders of the municipal party committee visiting the victims of the disaster. In the photos, this person was wearing an old washed cotton coat, the shoes were filled with mud, and the gold-rimmed glasses with only one leg left were lonely in the wind and rain. On the bridge of the nose, it looks more like an aborigine than an aborigine.

He held the hands of the crowd with one hand, and held an umbrella for the flattered old peasants with the other. He didn't care if the rain wet his clothes.The two chatted happily, and the camera happened to capture this loving scene.

"He looks like a benevolent man who is selfless and loves boundlessly," Wei Nanfeng thought sarcastically. "It's completely different from the old smoker who is now in high spirits."

The tattered body was actually a performance costume. It was taken off from a retired employee in the factory. He must change into it every time he attends an event, no matter whether he is visiting left-behind children or giving warmth to migrant workers. He is never absent, much better than the entertainment industry. Celebrities are dedicated.

Standing on the ground twice in front of the camera and chatting with the honest people seems to be a breeze and thrifty. Who can believe that this is not a good official.

"Most likely he hired the photographer himself," Wei Nanfeng couldn't help sneering when he thought of his pretentious appearance. He, Wei, was willing to bow down to such a good actor.

"Since the municipal committee intends to renovate the old city, I will fully cooperate with it, but I don't quite understand, who did we offend by our Wuyi Road residents doing our own small business? The house was copied, so I have to give an explanation."

"It turns out that Director Wei is worried about this. Hahaha, don't worry, as long as you sign the contract today, you will mobilize everyone to transfer the land when you go back. I will not give you any less compensation. For those who actively cooperate, Additional rewards can be given privately.”

The man's smile was full of contempt, with dirt hidden between his teeth, and a mouthful of sparse yellow teeth would be revealed when he grinned.He intentionally turned the cigarette holder towards Wei Nanfeng, and wisps of smoke drifted away, like tentacles protruding from the abyss of crime.

If he had been a bit jealous of this little director Wei at the beginning, he can be regarded as sneering at it now.

The miser who loves money like his life looks down on others who are greedy for money, especially those modest gentlemen who don't seem to bend their waists for fame and fortune.

Wei Nanfeng deliberately asked for compensation, and wanted to find out how he acted. It really was an old-fashioned policy of softness, using both kindness and power to buy people's hearts. Anyway, for people like them, it is not difficult to solve it with money.

"I'm sorry for the leader, I think you misunderstood, we Wuyi Road residents will not agree." He paused for a while before answering, as if he was holding back a smile, "Anything that is harmful to the interests of the masses should be done from the source. Put an end to it. Now, on behalf of the whole Wuyi Road, I can definitely refuse you, we will not sign this contract."

He pushed forward with both hands and refused cleanly.

Picking up a disposable paper cup and drank it down, by the way, I lamented that the Land Bureau's hospitality is still very thoughtful, "Mm~ this oolong tea is not bad."

"If there is nothing else, I will take my leave first. There are still arrangements for the evening. Next time I have a chance to drink tea with you."

Wei Nanfeng waved his hand gracefully, as if preparing to run away.

It's been a long time since a man has been so slighted, and his voice trembled with anger: "Wei Nanfeng! I'm going to talk to you in a good manner now, don't toast or eat fine wine!"

Director Xiao Wei saw that he had already reached the door, and raised his eyebrows innocently when he heard the words. The raised and lowered eyebrows meant: This person is probably a fool.

The man's debt-collecting face is full of colors. If he was in the old society, a ignorant official like Director Wei would probably have been dragged down and hacked to vent his anger.

It's a pity that now is a civilized society, and capitalists only suck blood and don't eat meat. Of course, the leaders have other ways to deal with the masses who are unwilling to cooperate.

With a sound of "snap", Wei Nanfeng raised his hand to press the door frame, and the dizzying feeling of dizziness surged up instantly. Countless scenes flew by before his eyes, and his thoughts were like a pool of stagnant water, gradually being swallowed by the boundless darkness.

"Tea? There is medicine in the tea...?"

The man's face distorted and deformed in his field of vision, he seemed to realize something, but everything around him was drifting away from him, he was like a drowning person, letting the cold sea water submerge his limbs, until the remaining will could no longer support him Hold the heavy body, little by little, slowly, sink into the abyss.

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The stage was babbling and singing big plays, children were running and playing all over the yard, and the entire backyard of the West Building was as lively as Chinese New Year.

Mario was holding up a soy sauce elbow to eat Hesai into his mouth, and the sound of smashing his mouth made people inexplicably irritable.

"It's almost nine o'clock, where is Wei Nanfeng?" Luan Zhou asked.

"Don't worry, brother Wei is so busy all day, maybe something has delayed him. Or maybe he's out of his mind again, and wants to give you a bigger surprise. ——Hey, don't just look at it but don't eat it, Try this, it doesn't feel greasy at all when you look at the fat."

Luan Zhou poked the braised pork in the bowl with his chopsticks and lost his appetite.

Scientific data shows that people who have lived together for a long time, such as husband and wife, father and son, twins, will have some kind of magical telepathy between them, and they can perceive sudden situations around each other.

Luan Zhou now has an ominous premonition that something may have happened to Wei Nanfeng!

As soon as this thought came to him, he couldn't wait for the so-called "surprise". Regardless of Mario's obstruction, he went his own way and called Wei Nanfeng.

The mechanical bell struck his heart again and again, and every time he rang, his heart sank a little, until the last "the call you dialed is temporarily unanswered", which seemed to sentence his hope to death.

"Zhou'er, Zhou'er?" Mario pushed him, "What's wrong with you? Brother Wei didn't answer the phone, maybe he was preparing some gift and didn't hear it. Maybe he is hiding in a corner to watch you now. When you are in a hurry, he If you jump out again, the effect of this surprise will be doubled directly."

"No, yes, yes." Luan Zhou ignored his playful smile and said firmly, "He never jokes with me at critical moments."

The two of them suddenly fell silent. Mario didn't even feel like eating his elbow. He grabbed it with one hand and tore the meat into pieces to fill the gap between his teeth.

At this moment, Luan Zhou's cell phone rang.

"Hello, Dang Yu?"

"Sister-in-law—teacher's wife—oh, what do you love? Is the boss with you now?! There is a client here, who is urgent. I have been calling for a long time but I can't reach him. I want to ask you ask."

Luan Zhou jerked violently, stood up suddenly, with too much force, the hem of his shirt was pulled out from his trousers, and limply slumped on his waist.

He usually pays the most attention to his image, but this time he doesn't care about it at all, his heart and eyes are full of anxiety.

Hearing the commotion, everyone cast puzzled looks. Someone in the audience had already suspected, why did the male lead not show up for a birthday party for her boyfriend?

At the beginning, everyone speculated whether Director Xiao Wei was waiting behind the scenes for a big surprise, but then the situation became more and more wrong.

"in argument?"

"Who knows, didn't it say eight o'clock? It's already past nine o'clock."

"Will there be traffic jams on the road?"

"Have you ever seen a traffic jam in Jiuru City?"

All kinds of voices of suspicion and discussion were rampant, and Luan Zhou could only feel the buzzing in his ears. In fact, after eight o'clock, he was anxious every moment, but in the face of so many neighbors who came to bless him, he didn't dare to explode .

In the confusion, Mario raised his head in surprise, trying to stop Luan Zhou, but was brushed away by him, leaving only a firm figure behind, walking towards the stage.

The uproar was quiet, and only the wind was left in the cold night.

Luan Zhou seldom speaks in public, and the hand holding the microphone trembled slightly, and then he bowed deeply to the audience.

"Fathers, folks, men and women, thank you very much for taking time out of your busy schedule to attend my birthday party. I am very happy and honored to celebrate my birthday with so many people for the first time."

There was thunderous applause.

"But—" before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, Luan Zhou changed the subject, "There may be some unexpected situations, I need to leave early, the performance will last until twelve o'clock, there is no limit to the supply of drinks and food, everyone should stay It’s all voluntary to go, thank you again.”

"Eh? What's going on? Xiao Luan, Xiao Luan!"

"Did something happen to Director Xiao Wei?"

"Xiao Luan, make it clear before leaving! If there is anything wrong, let's help together!"

Luan Zhou strode out of the courtyard, he didn't dare to look back, he could only stabilize the mood of the crowd first, and then find Wei Nanfeng as soon as possible.

He never knew that Director Wei had such a heavy burden on his shoulders, and countless trifles rushed over waiting for him to deal with after he left for a while.

"I hope all this is an oolong, and I can find him soon." Luan Zhou prayed to himself,

When you see him later, you must give him a hard punch and curse, "Where did you die?" Then, before he can answer, hug him tightly and give him a kiss." Ask him, have you always been like this? Why don't you let me know when you're tired?"

In the parking lot, old Fukang was crumpled and stuck to the ground like a piece of chewing gum that had been chewed and spit out.

"Wei Nanfeng didn't drive..." Luan Zhou's heart sank suddenly, Wei Nanfeng copied all the keys and put them here with Luan Zhou, including the old Fukang's car key.

"Old director Wei and his aunt went on a trip, Dang Yu and the others are also looking for him..."

Luan Zhou ruled out Wei Nanfeng's possible places one by one, and the cold sweat on his neck wet his collar.

There is no heating in the car, and the cold wind seeps in through the open window. The temperature in winter night is close to zero. He only wears a suit, but he does not intend to close the window. He must rely on the cold to keep himself awake. He stayed in a sealed environment, and he might go crazy in a hurry.

One person and one car, Yu Yu walked alone in the long night, the pointer of the fuel gauge was approaching the red line, and he would die at some point. Lukou and Wei Nanfeng met.

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