The next day, Zhu Muyun went to work normally. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoAlthough Zeng Shan knew that Zhao Wenhua had returned, Zhao Wenhua had already transferred one step ahead. With the wisdom of the underground party, Zhao Wenhua and Zeng Shan should not be allowed to succeed. He believes that this matter has nothing to do with him anymore.

When Zhu Muyun came out of the bureau, he found Guo Jianqiang coming in on a bicycle from outside. Guo Jianqiang saw Zhu Muyun, the car slid to Zhu Muyun's side and stopped, Zhu Muyun took out a cigarette, handed one over with a smile, and said, "What's good today?" ”

"Good bullshit, the Secret Service has a case to ask me about." Guo Jianqiang said angrily that no one in the security department was willing to work for the secret service. Thankless work, no matter who wants to do it.

"The affairs of the Secret Service are a big deal, hurry up and get in." He Qing and Yin Yang said angrily.

"No matter how big the matter of the Secret Service is, what does it have to do with us?" Guo Jianqiang took Zhu Muyun's cigarette and said self-deprecatingly.

Zhu Muyun didn't speak again, and the secret service asked Guo Jianqiang about the situation, and he immediately thought of a delicious restaurant. Yesterday Watson told him that someone had asked him about Zhao Wenhua's whereabouts. Moreover, some people have entered Zhao Wenhua's yard. But he didn't ask, since Xie Chunlei is an underground party, the less noticeable his relationship with the delicious restaurant is, the better.

"Let's go." He Qinghe saw Zhu Muyun looking at Guo Jianqiang's back and spoke.

"I don't know when I'll be able to afford a bike." Zhu Muyun withdrew his gaze and said with envy.

"Do you want me to introduce you to a chance to make extra money?" He Qinghe said with a smile.

"Lao He, this is what you said, I can remember it." Zhu Muyun said busily.

"I'm going to get a picture." When He Qinghe walked to the door of Xiaoyang Photo Studio, he suddenly remembered this matter and said casually.

"Okay." Zhu Muyun didn't ask much, since He Qinghe saw the signboard in front of the photo studio last time, he seemed to be depressed during this time. Zhu Muyun has been with him for more than half a year, and He Qinghe's character has been figured out.

After He Qinghe entered, Zhu Muyun walked to the front and lit a cigarette. After his cigarette was finished, He Qinghe had not yet come out. Zhu Muyun estimated the time and went to the photo studio to get a photo, and the time for a cigarette was enough. But it took more than ten minutes before He Qinghe walked out.

"Xiao Zhu, how long do you have to walk from home to the bureau?" He Qinghe asked.

"Forty or fifty minutes." Zhu Muyun said.

"Looks like you should buy a bike, even if it's second-hand." He Qinghe said.

"My salary is not enough to buy second-hand." Zhu Muyun said with a sigh.

"If you really need it, I can lend it to you first." He Qinghe said.

"It's not good." Zhu Muyun was a little surprised, He Qinghe rarely even gave himself cigarettes to smoke, how could he lend money to himself? This kind of behavior is contrary to He Qinghe's character. Since Zhu Muyun partnered with He Qinghe, he has never taken advantage of him, let alone the pie in the sky.

"What's wrong, I'll bring you money tomorrow, is a hundred yuan enough?" He Qinghe said.

"I said Lao Hu, you have a wife and children, but it's not a day?" Zhu Muyun deliberately said that his salary was a little lower than He Qinghe's, but it was not much.

He Qinghe wants to support his family, and his expenses are much larger than his own, so how can he still borrow a hundred yuan. Although they can also find some gray income from the street, it is not enough for him to lend a hundred yuan to himself at once.

Zhu Muyun is very clear about his relationship with He Qinghe, if He Qinghe lends him ten yuan, it will already be a big face. Now He Qinghe took the initiative to borrow a hundred yuan, and he couldn't take it back for at least a year, with Zhu Muyun's understanding of He Qinghe, it was simply impossible.

He suddenly thought of He Qinghe's trance during this time, this hundred yuan, I am afraid it will be very hot, Zhu Muyun wanted to refuse immediately in an instant.

"You think I'm just like you, just getting this dead wage? Don't you want to make extra money, now is your chance. If it's done well, why not a bike? He Qinghe said with a smile.

"Lao He, what is the good thing first?" Zhu Muyun didn't nod in a hurry, he could get a hundred yuan at a time, such extra money was naturally unusual.

"Let's talk about it in the evening, find a place to drink, the place where I ate last time was good, rice wine and pig's head meat, it's a perfect match." He Qinghe proposed.

"No problem, I'll go after work." Zhu Muyun also wanted to go to a delicious restaurant to see the situation.

After work, the two went to a delicious restaurant together. When he was about to arrive at the delicious restaurant, Zhu Muyun found Li Jiansheng standing on the side of the road. Zhu Muyun originally wanted to say hello, but Li Jiansheng suddenly turned his back, and Zhu Muyun suddenly understood that Li Jiansheng was on a mission.

Zhu Muyun and He Qinghe looked at each other and smiled, and both of them showed expressions of understanding. Li Jiansheng is a member of the Secret Service, and it seems that the Secret Service is carrying out some kind of mission in this vicinity. But when Zhu Muyun and He Qinghe walked into the delicious restaurant, Li Jiansheng suddenly chased after him quickly.

"You're coming to dinner?" Li Jiansheng was already grunting with hunger, and when he saw them enter the restaurant, he couldn't care so much anymore.

"In the evening, Zhu Muyun invited guests and ate pig's head meat together, the pig's head meat here is a must." He Qinghe didn't care when he saw Li Jiansheng, and said with a smile.

"Today, I beg for food with the light of the two of you." Li Jiansheng said that he had been sent here since the morning, and he had not eaten at noon, and now he was almost faint from hunger.

"Two plates of pig's head meat, tofu stewed fish head, three catties of rice wine, and then a plate of peanuts, you can look at the rest." Zhu Muyun specially asked for a private room, since he met Li Jiansheng, he still wanted to inquire about some things.

The pork head meat at the delicious restaurant is really good, and the rice wine is extra sweet. The rice wine is not very strong, but it has a lot of stamina. Some people can drink five catties or even ten catties of rice wine at a time, but they may get drunk for several days afterwards.

He Qinghe and Li Jiansheng are both good at this bite, Li Jiansheng still refuses at the beginning, but the food is good, he sees He Qinghe drinking happily, how can he not help it? The wine was hot, and there was no one to disturb them in the private room, so they began to talk more.

"It's still comfortable for you to be a patrol officer, just go around the street twice a day, and then you can go home from work and rest." Li Jiansheng took a sip of wine and said with emotion. As a member of the Secret Service Operational Team, he not only has irregular schedules, but also may be in danger of his life. Now that the resistance is getting stronger, the life of the action team is getting more and more difficult.

"How can we be as comfortable as you, going out every day, carrying a gun on your body, how majestic? Even if you are hiding and lazy, no one knows. Zhu Muyun said with envy, and poured Li Jiansheng full of wine by the way.

"How many heads do I have that dare to be lazy? If you make a mistake, you won't see the sun tomorrow at any time. Li Jiansheng seemed to have palpitations and said that the task force did want to be freer, but the danger factor was not known how many times higher. Sometimes I go out in the morning and come back in the afternoon. For example, today, the above asked him to keep an eye on here, and he couldn't come in, so he stood outside for most of the day.

"You're exaggerating, the squad is actually a mess." He Qinghe put a peanut into his mouth and said for a long time.

He is very familiar with the situation of various units in the police department, and the risk of the task force is indeed higher, but as long as he finds out the doorway, he can still be like a fish in water.

"Brother He, I know you are an old-timer, can you give me some advice?" Li Jiansheng poured a glass of wine for He Qinghe and said with a smile. He Qinghe is an old fritter and knows the police's doorway very well. If you can get his guidance, life will be much better in the future.

"Don't follow me, or you'll only be a little policeman for the rest of your life." He Qinghe shook his head lightly and said lightly.

"Don't, Brother He, next time I'll invite you to the Guxing Hotel." Li Jiansheng gritted his teeth and said.

"We'll talk about it then." He Qinghe said with a smile. He doesn't see a rabbit or an eagle, he can tell Li Jiansheng about his life insights, as for whether Li Jiansheng can understand it, that's Li Jiansheng's business. But those words were said by the Guxing Hotel. Let's say now, can you still eat Li Jiansheng's meal at the Guxing Hotel in the future?

"Okay, I'll arrange it in a few days." Li Jiansheng said busily. He thought to himself that he could take advantage of Zhu Muyun, but if he wanted to touch He Qinghe's light, he had to pay a price.

"Xiao Zhu, the boss here doesn't have any eyesight." He Qinghe suddenly said very dissatisfied.

"Just eat and drink, whatever." Zhu Muyun said disapprerovingly, in fact, he had noticed a long time ago that Xie Chunlei was not in the store.

"You know the boss here?" Li Jiansheng asked, the target of his surveillance today is the delicious restaurant, especially the owner of the delicious restaurant, Xie Chunlei. If Zhu Muyun and He Qinghe knew Xie Chunlei, their task would be much easier.

"You still have a mission to do?" He Qinghe asked.

"I'll be honest with you, this is my goal. In the future, it is better for you to come here less to eat. Li Jiansheng looked around and said in a low voice.

"Where?" He Qinghe's heart moved and asked.

"Communist." Li Jiansheng took a sip of wine and said softly.

He Qinghe glanced at Zhu Muyun thoughtfully, his eyes were complicated.