Xi Weisheng left East Lake Park, and in the end he only left a confused place.

It was only after a few days that the news of this huge water-caused catastrophe raging in this country gradually became known to the people of Lotus City. Text sends, text sends

Southeast Province is a large coastal province, with a huge area and an extremely long east-west span, although it is in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River, but it is still affected by this catastrophic flood.

Xi Weisheng received a call from the secretary of the Q province, where he was previously the vice governor, and the situation in Q province was shocking compared to the southeast province.

Whether it is for Q Province, which has deep feelings, or Southeast Province, where he is about to devote himself to his work, the heaviness in his heart is obviously not something that people like Song Liang can understand.

Responsibility is such a thing as an ethereal thing, but it is a real quality.

Hao Jun guessed half right.

But in the days that followed, his mood was not as bad as he had expected.

It's just that his mind keeps beginning to have memories of this year, this summer, like the old TV set of that year, constantly repeating the picture, where so many people, whether you or me, are fighting against this sudden natural disaster.

Even though he was only seventeen years old that year.

But his memory is still deep.

Ji Wenwu is lucky, at least, Director Ji himself thinks so.

Xi Weisheng's departure gave people a lot of speculation, and it was not until the newspapers, television, and radio were full of news about the flood that everyone's attention was focused on the matter.

And Ji Wenwu's beating was squeezed into the corners from the front page headlines of various cities except Lotus City, and finally disappeared into the vast sea of newspapers.

A piece of news akin to gossip is clearly not comparable to an event that stirs the nerves of an entire kingdom.

After a period of "thinking about the wall", Ji Wenwu happily realized that he had been forgotten.

So, Sun Laosan was remembered by him.

This time, Director Ji came in anger.

As the leader of the Urban Construction Bureau, Ji Wenwu thinks that he has no ability to reach the sky with his hands and eyes, but at least in his one-third of an acre, he is the one who says nothing after all.

Director Ji went to work in good spirits, and the first order he gave was to investigate and investigate Sun Laosan's identity.

In fact, he had already started to do this matter, but due to Xi Weisheng's arrival, he had to hold his tail.

At this moment, the extremely powerful old man is gone, and it is naturally the time to settle accounts after the autumn.

After checking, Director Ji was happy.

This old gangster-like guy is still a figure with a head and a face, and his fame is not small, and he has been in the limelight recently

The key is that the industries under the hands of this old guy named Sun Laosan actually intersect with the scope of responsibility of the Urban Construction Bureau, according to Ji Wenwu's thoughts at the moment, he can have a good time with Sun Laosan.

Director Ji's heart is very open, even if you can really run out of the scope of responsibilities of the Urban Renewal Bureau, it will also condemn you as a crime of affecting the city's appearance, and directly plan you.

On that day, some staff members near the office of the director of urban renewal clearly heard a few creepy laughs.

In this way, in the early morning of one day, Sun Laosan, who was watching the finished disaster relief tents being packed and quickly calculating the amount of losses in his heart, took a document from Sun Changxia's hand.

Just after a few glances, Sun Laosan's brows furrowed.

"Notice of rectification?"

The old gangster pursed his lips, but the anger in his heart began to be stirred up little by little along with the content of the paper.

Senshige's guard room exceeded the prescribed land use range and encroached on a part of the reserve land area of the municipal project?

At the entrance of Fengtang District, Senzhong set up advertising billboards in violation of regulations, which did not comply with procedural regulations and was ordered to rectify.

Mori Zhong owed part of the infrastructure and ordered to make up for it.

The safety measures of Senzhong are not standardized enough and do not meet the basic conditions for the preliminary examination of qualifications, please re-apply for the conditions

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"Who gave you this?"

The old gangster's voice couldn't help but raise an octave, and the swear words in his mouth slipped out.

Sun Changxia replied weakly in her voice, "It's all written on it."

The old gangster has been in a bad mood recently because of his losses, it's not that he complains about Hao Jun, otherwise he wouldn't still follow the young man's intentions carefully and organize employees to work overtime, but he is annoyed that he doesn't know what Hao Jun wants these things for.

He threw the rectification notice with a few big characters written on it to Sun Changxia, and a smile changed on his face, "Changxia, ignore him, throw him into the toilet and pump him out, save me from looking upset"

"It's just" Sun Changxia hesitated, glanced at Sun Laosan's eyes, and finally was unwilling to disobey the words of the man she loved, so she obediently walked into the women's toilet, tore up the documents in her hand, and completely washed away the paper.

Sun Lao Sanxin said in his heart, what should come will always come.

This signed by the Urban Construction Bureau, think about it, it is the handwriting of the fat-headed, big-eared, and very under-flattened Ji Wenwu.

The old gangster sneered in his heart, look at these things he took out, they really can't be put on the stage, his huge family respects, if there is an imposing name of President Sun, how can these zinc two be able to collapse?

Sun Laosan, who felt that he was being despised by him, naturally sprinkled his anger on those irrelevant pieces of paper.

"It's really unlucky"

The old gangster muttered a few words, reflexively entered the office, picked up the large cup of Longjing tea that had just been brewed, took a sip comfortably, and his eyes fell on the newspaper that Sun Changxia would prepare for him every day.

The newspapers in Lianhua City have always been secretive about Ji Wenwu's beating, and Sun Laosan sometimes mischievously will carefully browse through several pages of newspapers in other regions to reminisce about the appearance of Shen Yong at that time.

It's just that the old gangsters are not fools.

The fact that such a thing, whether big or small, is reprinted indiscriminately in the newspapers shows that someone with a heart intends to expand this matter, after all, the influence of this matter itself cannot reach such an exaggerated level of popularity.

Reading the newspaper is just a way to talk about masturbation.

The old gangster is not nervous, because he is beginning to smell the conspiracy, although it is also possible that he is just an unlucky person affected by the conspiracy, but he will not have a good time after all.

It's just that today's newspapers don't seem to be able to find a long report on this matter for days.

Recruiting land, a few bright red characters on the front page headlines that were occupied, instantly imprinted into the old gangster's old cloudy eyes, and the eyelids that had been drooping for half a lifetime instantly became very narrow, with a slight trembling.

At this moment, the old gangster's heart was shocked.

He almost slipped off the huge boss's chair, and at last he leaned back, letting the whole person sink into the leather chair, and pulled out his long-unused glasses from the drawer, and read the title again, word by word.

Flip through the first newspaper ......

Second newspaper......

Third ......

Fourth ......

The titles are all the same.

The old gangsters went back and forth, and finally the date was set.

He kept his glasses still on the table, squinted at the light rain outside the window, and suddenly remembered the mysterious smile of the young man in his mind, like a demon, and the old thug shivered excitedly.