Chapter Forty-Seven: Releasing People (Asking for Collection)
Han Zhifeng lost badly in the morning, coupled with Zhu Muyun's constant pressure, which made him fearful. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć info He was very worried that he would not be able to cope with it properly, so he was arrested and put into the secret service.
He didn't dare to enter the box, so he could only stay outside, and blocked Zhu Muyun's way when it was convenient for Zhu Muyun to go.
"Officer Zhu, I've already entrusted someone to handle your business." Han Zhifeng whispered.
"What's the matter?" Zhu Muyun pretended not to know.
"The matter of the three carriages, if nothing else, will be delivered to your friend tomorrow morning." Han Zhifeng said.
"The fourth master's energy is indeed very large." Zhu Muyun said lightly.
"Don't dare, don't dare. About the goods......" Han Zhifeng said tentatively.
Han Zhifeng knows Zhu Muyun's methods very well. Come in the morning and tell yourself to get the carriage back. In the morning, he came to the door with the people who acted in the secret service, and he didn't even give time to breathe. He can offend anyone now, but he doesn't dare to offend Zhu Muyun.
"Why, the carriage came back empty?" Zhu Muyun said coldly.
Originally, his purpose was indeed just to get back to the carriage, after all, the thief didn't go empty, and what he had entered the bandit's den, how could he get it back? But listening to Han Zhifeng's tone, he immediately took the opportunity to ask rhetorically. This gave him more time to think, and soon, he understood that calling Wu Guosheng today began to work.
"Officer Zhu, no, Master Zhu, you have to leave us something to eat, right?" Han Zhifeng said with a sad face, almost pleading.
For a long time, Han Zhifeng has been robbing other people's businesses. But now, he has a feeling that he has been robbed by Zhu Muyun. robbed by himself, he had to use a knife and a gun, but Zhu Muyun just had to use his mouth.
"How much do you want to keep?" Zhu Muyun said coldly.
"Two cars." Han Zhifeng hurriedly said.
Zhu Muyun didn't speak, just looked at him coldly. Zhu Muyun's gaze was like a sharp blade, and it suddenly plunged into Han Zhifeng's heart. He shuddered as everything around him seemed to swallow him up, and even his breathing became rapid.
"One car, this is my eldest brother's last bottom line." Han Zhifeng couldn't stand Zhu Muyun's sharp gaze, lowered his head, and said dejectedly.
"What's your big brother's name?" Zhu Muyun asked.
"He is also surnamed Zhu, called Zhu Jiahe, and is called Monk Jia." Han Zhifeng said.
"It turned out to be the door of the house, for the sake of the surname Zhu, I can let a car. But you tell the monk that in the future, you can no longer use the goods of the hundred miles of carts and horses. Zhu Muyun said slowly.
"Of course, in the future, as long as the goods of the hundred miles of carriages and horses reach the boundary of my Jiutou Mountain, they will not only be released, but also escorted." Han Zhifeng said.
"That's what you said, if you can't do it, don't blame me for not saying hello in advance." Zhu Muyun said lightly.
Zhu Muyun and Han Zhifeng reached an agreement, and naturally they would not get together to play cards again in the afternoon. He excused himself to go back to the bureau first. Wu Guosheng and Li Jiansheng had no choice but to go back with him.
"Next time I have a chance, I'll go to Fat Zhang's house to play cards." When Wu Guosheng arrived at the bureau, he said with a smile.
Today he was the biggest winner and was naturally in a great mood. Today's card game made him feel that Zhu Muyun was actually a "fourth master". If you can call Feng Guanglai from Jixiang Casino, you will definitely be able to win a lot.
"Okay." Zhu Muyun nodded.
"I'll arrange it, when do you have time?" Wu Guosheng asked, Zhu Muyun's current class is very important, and his time must be accommodated.
"Tomorrow." Zhu Muyun said that there is only one day off each week.
Zhu Muyun's return to the Intelligence Department was originally just an excuse. But after returning to the intelligence department, he found that everyone was in a meeting, and the section chief, Sun Minghua, was assigning tasks.
"Arrest people, the task force is in charge. Our task is to keep an eye on people, and no matter what happens, no one can be lost. Sun Minghua said sternly.
Sun Minghua usually looks at everyone he sees. He can serve as the chief of the intelligence section, the city government is very deep, and he is a spy, and he is nicknamed the smiling tiger. It's not often that he's so serious today.
"Section Chief, what is my task?" Zhu Muyun kept hearing about the dismissal, and he didn't find out that he had any tasks.
"Your task is to stay in the department and communicate with the special high class in a timely manner." Sun Minghua said.
Zhu Muyun is only a liaison officer, not a member of the Intelligence Section. This action is very important, and he is not worried about Zhu Muyun.
Zhao Wenhua had previously arrested an underground party traffic officer, but after the severe punishment, he still did not confess. He didn't even admit his identity as an underground party, and insisted that he was a good citizen. didn't take it down for several days, and Zhao Wenhua proposed to simply let the person go.
As long as the people in the intelligence department can keep a firm eye on it, they will definitely gain something. Of course, the play has to be realistic, and the people sent out to keep an eye on it must be capable personnel.
In Sun Minghua's mind, Zhu Muyun naturally belongs to non-capable personnel. Zhu Muyun didn't say help, if he couldn't know anything, he would burn high incense. If it weren't for Ono Jiro's request, how could he have accepted a hairy young man like Zhu Muyun.
"Okay." Zhu Muyun said that stalking is actually a very hard task, which requires a high degree of mental concentration and a lot of physical strength. The most important thing is that eating and drinking are irregular, and the rhythm of life is completely disrupted.
The advantage of staying in the Intelligence Section is that you are able to keep up to date with all aspects of the information. It was only the first day, and no substantive information came back. Fortunately, Zhao Wenhua also stayed in Corey, otherwise Zhu Muyun wouldn't even have anyone to talk to.
"Section Chief Zhao, congratulations on your new achievements." Zhu Muyun had nothing to do, so he went to Zhao Wenhua's office.
"Deputy Section Chief Zhao. Be sure to pay attention in the future. Zhao Wenhua solemnly said that of course he wanted to be the section chief, but a radish and a pit, and the position of the section chief was occupied, so he could only stare dryly no matter how anxious he was.
"I look at the word 'vice', and I'm about to take it off." Zhu Muyun said with a smile.
"If you don't take it off for a day, you can't be wrong for a day." Zhao Wenhua said that Sun Minghua is a smiling tiger, and he smiles at everyone on the surface, but in fact, he is vicious.
Zhu Muyun didn't talk to Zhao Wenhua about the case, he and Zhao Wenhua had known each other for a long time, so they talked about the previous things. Zhu Muyun is very interested in Zhao Wenhua's position as an underground party member, and these things do not need to be kept secret by Zhao Wenhua.
"The Communist Party is good at deception, faith cannot be eaten, only those hot-headed people will believe their way." Zhao Wenhua defended himself.
"If you had to choose again, would you come again?" Zhu Muyun asked.
"Of course." Zhao Wenhua said categorically.
Since the mutiny, he has had no way back. How many times in his dreams, he dreamed of the moment of the original rebellion. If you say you don't regret it, it's fake. But if he had to pay with his life for the sake of his faith, he would rather live like a rat like he is now.