The section chief has to work for the deputy section chief, and he doesn't even dare to let out a fart, this feeling is too embarrassing. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Mencius only knew that he was the section chief, but he didn't expect that some things could crush people if they weren't at the level of an official.

The most hateful thing is that after he finished covering Zhu Muyun's blank slip, his hands were sore. But Zhu Muyun not only didn't say a word of thanks, but asked him to stamp two blank vouchers every day. Osawa Tanijiro was beside him, holding a command knife, staring at him viciously, which made Mencius feel numb in his heart.

It was like he had been forced to the edge of a cliff, and there was no way back but to agree. But in his heart, his hatred for Zhu Muyun is incomprehensible. Isn't it the thighs of the Japanese? You can hold it yourself, and you can also hold a bigger, thicker one.

"Thank you, Section Chief Meng, then I'll go to the ferry first." Zhu Muyun took the stamped slip and said with a smile.

"Come and get it early tomorrow morning, no, I'll have someone send it to you every day in the future." Meng Zichao said that he didn't want to see Zhu Muyun again, unless his own power could really overwhelm him.

"What's so embarrassing about that?" Zhu Muyun smiled, Meng Zichao no longer went to the ferry, which was exactly what he wanted.

When Zhu Muyun was about to leave, the phone on Meng Zichao's desk suddenly rang. Zhu Muyun was about to leave, but he deliberately stopped at the door.

"Hey, what? Mao Er is dead! Meng Zichao suddenly exclaimed that Mao Er was the traffic of the military commander, and although the system was different from him, they had a common identity: a traitor.

Now, Mao Er is dying on the street, being shot on the street, and the rabbit is sad that the fox is dead, and he naturally has a deep sense of crisis.

"Zhu Jun, you go back first." Osawa Tanijiro whispered in Japanese that he now had another mission, to secretly protect Mencius. If the military commander assassinates Meng Zichao, his military police squad will be the nemesis of the military commander.

"Okay." Zhu Muyun nodded, Mao Er was killed, and the stone in his heart finally landed. Whether Mencius can kill him or not, he doesn't care. Of course, if he can kill Meng Zichao without affecting his safety, he will of course be happy to do it.

Tonight, Zeng Shan asked Mencius to have dinner at the Guxing Hotel. After Zhu Muyun got the news from Luo Shuangyan, he had already informed Deng Xiangtao. Now that Mao Er has been killed, the dinner at night may be changed. But no matter what, tonight, he's got to be in the public eye.

After arriving at the ferry, Zhu Muyun announced that everyone would be invited to listen to the play in the evening. Originally, Zhu Muyun wanted to invite him to dinner, but Guo Chuanru's skills were no worse than the chefs in the restaurant, and the food outside was not necessarily better than him. Zhu Muyun ordered in advance to let Guo Chuanru add two dishes, which can be regarded as a treat.

The people of the Chaco can go to the theater at night. The people in the Secret Service were not so lucky. Mao Er was shot dead on the street, indicating that the activities of the military commanders in Guxing are still rampant. Meng Zichao, as a person of the same kind, did not even dare to leave the dock at night. Hearing that Zhu Muyun was going to invite Cha Ke to listen to the play, he said so much that he left all the people on the dock. In addition, Yu Guohui's mobile squad was also left at the dock by him.

Two squads of soldiers, plus a squad of the gendarmerie, as well as operatives from the Special Service and the Special High Division, were covertly protected. Meng Zichao had already woven a dense protective net for himself.

In the evening, Zeng Shan went to the dock. He wanted to ask Meng Zichao for dinner, but now Meng Zichao was so frightened that he didn't dare to leave the dock at all. Moreover, there are some things that he also has to meet with Mencius.

"Section Chief Meng, your safety is now related to the face of the entire Secret Service Headquarters and the Special High Class. Starting today, if you leave the docks, you must report back to me. Zeng Shan said that Jiang Tianming handed over Meng Zichao's safety to him, which seemed to be a great trust, but in fact, his responsibility was also very great.

"I'm not leaving the docks." Mencius's head shook like a drum, and his back was covered with cold sweat. Now he knows what a dangerous profession he is to serve as the head of the Investigation Section.

The secret service headquarters put itself outside and led the army to take the bait, fortunately it was well protected, otherwise, like Mao Er, I don't know how he died.

"That's not going to work, you have to go out if you have to. The day after tomorrow, the cargo inspection yard will be officially opened, and you will have two venues in one section, and you must hold a ceremony and invite journalists to participate. Zeng Shan said that now he also understands that Mencius is just a bait, and he doesn't know when, he will be a substitute for the dead.

His 1,000 bales of cotton, if he doesn't get it out, will be smashed in his hands. Originally, he wanted to have a good talk with Meng Zichao, but now, he understood that it was the most suitable to find Zhu Muyun.

"Director Zeng, how can I participate in such an event?" Mencius had a bitter face, he felt that he was like a piece of bait, and the secret service headquarters only wanted to lure out the remnants of the military command, and as for his own life and death, it was not in their scope of consideration at all.

"Section Chief Meng, as long as all the military forces of Gu Xing are cleared, you can be this section chief with peace of mind. Otherwise, no matter how high your position is and how much money you make, what's the point? Zeng Shan persuaded and said.

"Director Zeng, can we talk privately?" Mencius said.

"Absolutely." Zeng Shan said.

"Director Zeng, as long as you don't participate in the event, your goods will be unimpeded in my investigation section in the future." Mencius said.

"One yard to one yard, my goods are going to be out, but you also have to participate in the event. It's not for me to decide, and it's not for you to decide. Zeng Shan said solemnly.

"In that case, then I can only follow the rules." Meng Zichao's face sank, Zeng Shan was on the phone in the morning, and he was very enthusiastic. In the evening, I had to ask myself to eat at the Guxing Hotel, but before it was night, I changed my face.

"I don't know what Section Chief Meng's rules are?" Zeng Shan asked.

"Ten little yellow croaker." In order to force Zeng Shan to comply, Mencius opened his mouth.

"Ten little yellow croakers? Section Chief Meng, isn't this price too high? Zeng Shan frowned, Meng Zichao is really crazy about money, what kind of person is he, what is his identity, ten small yellow croaker, can he eat it?

You must know that he gave Zhu Muyun a box of money, and Zhu Muyun finally returned it intact. Compared with Zhu Muyun, Mencius is simply insatiable.

"There's no way, the brothers below have to eat." Mencius sighed and said that now, he must seize every opportunity to make money, and he is not afraid of offending anyone. When the time comes, maybe only money can save his life.

"I'll think about it." Zeng Shan stood up and said lightly. Now, he can't wait for the military commander to send killers over immediately, get rid of Mencius as soon as possible, and he can save ten little yellow croakers.