In the bungalows on the west side, there were two rooms with lights on, and there were three people drinking tea while on duty, complaining that the leaders of the provincial capital were really inhuman.
A big man in his twenties, holding a teacup, sat at the table, muttering, "Catching a bunch of black market people during the Chinese New Year, do you think it's worth it? What can we do after the Chinese New Year?"
A younger man next to him, about 22 or 23 years old, echoed: "Yes, you said that we turned a blind eye to it before, but if all of it is cleared out, the people here will not be able to exchange any food rations in the future..."
The person from the office next door just happened to push the door open and come into the room. He was a man in his thirties, not tall, about 1.74 meters, with a dark face and a serious expression.
As soon as I came in and heard what they were talking about, I quickly closed the door.
"I say, you two, don't you need to go out on patrol to arrest people? Why are you sitting here doing nothing? The leaders of the Fengtian General Bureau are here, and you still dare to say this?"
The big guy said quickly: "Hey, brother Yuqiang, there are only three of us here. Xiao Zhou and I are just talking a few words to get things off our chest. It's the people above who are making a fuss and coming to our small commune to stir up trouble, not even letting us celebrate the New Year..."
Before he could finish, he was interrupted by the other party.
"Wang Guangli, be serious. Don't think that just because your father was the top leader before he retired, you can say whatever you want. If it weren't for the old leader, I wouldn't protect you!"
Wang Guangli scratched his head, smiled embarrassedly, and immediately straightened his posture.
"Yes, Vice Captain Zhao! I was wrong."
Lian Xiaomin had heard of the name Zhao Yuqiang before.
Uncle Qian told her that this man in the police station was promoted by the former head to be deputy captain, and then asked him to find a way to make friends with him.
Over the past year or so, he has been providing cover for his small black market, and everything has been peaceful.
Moreover, this person is quite particular. He does not just want to strangle people or take money to make a profit. He thinks that as long as the matter is not serious, there is a small black market everywhere. Otherwise, how can people who are short of food and clothing exchange for food? Won't they all get strangled?
If Mr. Qian gave him some gifts, he would keep them. If you didn't give him any, he wouldn't ask for anything. So after a while, we became friends.
Without associating with people like this, it would be impossible to run a small black market business.
The same goes for Sun Laowu from the committee.
With an idea in mind, Lian Xiaomin continued to listen.
Zhao Yuqiang lit a cigarette and lowered his voice to tell Wang Guangli and the others that this was not a matter of the black market!
A clue was recently found in the provincial capital that someone was trading several trucks of grain. It was just a coincidence that someone here wanted to improve their performance, so they kept an eye on this matter and tried to dig out the big fish. The money was expensive, and this time they were in trouble, there was nothing they could do.
Moreover, he was interrogated for three hours straight today, but he just refused to confess and didn't confess anything. He is definitely going to be shot!
The two finally understood the details. Wang Guangli asked again: "How many more days do we have to work overtime? We can't miss the whole New Year!"
Zhao Yuqiang exhaled a puff of cigarette and shook his head. "We will conduct a strict investigation all night tonight and continue to catch the few people who are out of tune. Tomorrow morning, we will take the four people we catch back to the provincial capital for further interrogation. Once the leaders leave, we can relax a little bit."
"But, Captain Xie said that we have to continue hunting down those five."
Lian Xiaomin thought that after she defeated those committee members, they would probably come to deliver the letter soon, so the five people had already run away.
She concentrated her mental energy on the second floor of the small building. Several offices on the second floor were lit. In the second office on the east side, four people were being tortured. They were Qian Ye, Shun Xi, Shun An and Xiao Si.
All in all, they had been captured for four or five hours. They hadn't had anything to eat or drink and were just squatting in a row on the ground, leaning against the wall.
There were two desks and four chairs nearby, but only two people were left there to guard the place.
Looking at the first office on the east side, judging from the environment inside the room, it should be the leader’s independent office.
A large filing cabinet, a desk, and a couch.
There were four people inside at this time, and they seemed to be having a small meeting.
One of them seemed to be the leader and was talking to everyone.
"Xie Kun, the provincial bureau leaders have gone to the state-owned guesthouse to rest. We have captured Qian Gui, so this arrest is a success anyway. You should keep an eye on them over the next few days and try to catch the remaining five people as well. Don't let them get away..."
Xie Kun looked a little embarrassed and said, "It's too late... I just received a call from the committee. A seven-man patrol team ran into a group of people fleeing and was beaten down. The other party has already run out of the commune..."
"What the hell? Didn't catch any of them? They all ran away? These good-for-nothings, they usually only know how to criticize this and that, but when it comes to the real thing, they have no real ability at all!"
Xie Kun was helpless: "Yeah, it's dark, they've already run away, so they must be hiding. Well, that's it, at least there are four more next door."
The leader remained silent, thought for two minutes, and nodded.
"Okay, anyway, the important person has been caught, and two comrades from the provincial capital are guarding him. You can buy him some food later. He hasn't had dinner yet."
"I'm going to go back first. You all stay here and watch tonight. Tomorrow morning, they'll take the people away and everything will be fine."
He muttered to the room next door where someone was imprisoned, then stood up and put on his coat.
The other three also stood up, nodded, and went out.
Lian Xiaomin released his mental power and continued to observe. Soon, the leader, who was about 40 years old, left, went downstairs, rode his bicycle out of the hospital and went home.
Xie Kun took two of his men with him and went to say hello to the comrades next door first, and then they went downstairs to prepare some food.
It's Chinese New Year now and all state-owned restaurants are closed. Besides, it's so late now and there's nothing to buy anywhere.
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