Vol 10 Chapter 4090: conflict

I hope more people will support "Official Immortals"
Feng Xiao is very charismatic, writes books quietly, rarely asks for votes, a strange flower at a certain point.
So please support a monthly ticket for those who like this book if they have the ability, and a few recommended tickets for those without a monthly ticket! Thank you all!
"Official Immortals" free transfer array: m/k/1017428.aspx
Attached:
Guanxian Bar Life Guide: m/f?kz=1062579677
Guanxianba Exchange Community: m/f?kz=1063522772

At 4:30 in the afternoon, Meng Zhixin and Yang Boming arrived at Chaotian. As soon as they got there, they called Zheng Tao, hoping to sit down in the evening. After asking the other party's intentions, the village chief Zheng said that there are arrangements for the evening. .
As a result, the next day, the change was gone. The next day, the two couldn’t get through Zheng Tao’s cell phone. They couldn’t reach Zheng Tao’s cell phone for a whole day. They found the village chief’s house again, but they didn’t open the door. Say that the person is not there.
In desperation, they had to turn to the vegetable vendor in Beichong. As soon as the vegetable vendor heard this was the case, he smiled and told them that Chief Zheng usually doesn't turn on his mobile phone. It would be nice if you could get through yesterday. Wait two more days. Right.
The early communication between the co-authored vegetable vendors and this old Liucun was also polished. Village Chief Zheng is usually really hard to see, but they squat in the market every day, and the water milling time has come, so they can still get in touch. Up.
　　Laoliu Village belongs to the urban-rural junction. It is not an urban village in the true sense. The urban village is much richer than here. However, the urban area of ​​Chaotian will expand in the next step, and the prosperity here can be expected.
　　 So there are many people looking for Village Chief Zheng-most of them are going to the village land, many of them are not small, and Village Chief Zheng is overwhelmed, and his mobile phones are basically not turned on.
　　The vegetable vendors even gave out a rumor that you can call Zheng Tao, but the paging of the village chief Zheng is numeric, only the phone number is left, and it is usually held by his driver.
　　 This village chief is really a little bit awesome, right? Now, let alone the numbers, Hanxian's paging is basically almost extinct, but people have left such a thing as a communication tool.
In this way, if the leader finds him, his driver can distinguish by phone number, and people will not answer irrelevant phone numbers. Meng Zhixin believes that if he leaves a message on the paging station, even if he receives it, he will not go. Listen to that message.
　　 This is a hard bone. Meng Zhixin stayed with the vegetable vendors for two days. I kept calling Village Chief Zheng, and occasionally harassed him at Village Chief Zheng's house, but I still couldn't get in touch.
　　 During this period, he also made a few phone calls to contact his classmates. The classmates also said that the village head of Lao Liu Village, this person is not an ordinary village head... Hey. It is difficult to communicate, and at least the secretary of the street office must come forward.
After returning to the hotel, Meng Zhixin called District Mayor Chen to report on the situation. After Chen Taizhong listened, he couldn't help being furious, "Fuck. The cadres I met in the running department are just like this, but they are just a small one. Village chief, dare to do this...you can contact him in any way you can. If you still can’t get in touch, call me as soon as you go to work tomorrow afternoon."
　　 District Mayor Chen is not strong in Chaotian, but he asked a few people to spread the word. Still no problem. For example, Shi Shuhua, for example, Li Shilu. For another example, Kang Xiaoan, who was just a small village head, made a big fight from the beginning, which is really worthless.
　　 After Meng Zhixin hung up the phone, he was still a little depressed. Would you like to go to Zheng Tao's house to guard at night?
Seeing him frowning, Yang Boming made a suggestion, "District Meng, let’s buy a bucket of paint and write a few words on the iron door of his house. He is restricted to contact Bei Chong before noon tomorrow, otherwise he will be at his own risk. ?"
　　 "Will this... be a bit overwhelming?" Meng Zhixin hesitated, in fact, he was still a little moved-brushing the door of your house, you can't see the person surnamed Zheng, and your family can always see it, and it's considered a notice.
"He is hiding, what's the way to do this? Go to his house," Yang Boming replied disapprovingly. This is pretty popular in Beichong. The two families have feuds. Big-character posters are posted at the door of the house. A common thing, "Let's sit in the room, I'm sorry District Chief Chen."
　　 "That's OK," Meng Zhixin decided decisively, and the two went downstairs, bought a bucket of paint on the street, and bought a brush. When they came to Zheng Tao's door, they began to write.
　　 When they brushed, it was not nine o'clock in the evening, and a few villagers passed by. Seeing this behavior, they did not step forward to stop them. After five minutes, they left.
After a few minutes, a few people walked over and saw the painted words, and they were furious, "Fuck, contact Taozi... this is being bullied to the door. Are we old Liu villagers good to bully? ?"
　　 When Zheng Tao was the village chief, some people were dissatisfied, and there were hard-core supporters, so it was normal for people in the village to react differently.
The two of Meng Zhixin went to rest after finishing their work. They got up early the next morning and said that after breakfast, they continued to harass the village chief Zheng. Unexpectedly, at seven o'clock, someone called Meng Zhixin’s mobile phone. "District Meng...More than one hundred people from Laoliu Village came to fight with us from Beichong at the vegetable market."
"You wait, I'll go right there," Meng Zhixin took a deep breath and spoke slowly. He was also afraid of this kind of scene, but when someone called him District Chief Meng, he couldn't ignore it-although the vegetable vendor in Beichong There are only seven or eight people, and even the family members, there are only a dozen people, and they are definitely not the opponents of the over 100 people.
The two lived not far from the wholesale market, just over one mile away. When they arrived at the scene, the police had arrived. Seven or eight people from Beichong were beaten to death. Three people were lying on the ground and could not get up. coming.
　　 "Stop for me," Meng Zhixin saw a few local people want to slip, and didn't know where the courage came from, stepped forward and stopped the opponent, "You want to run when you hit someone?"
"Are you looking for death?" The two guys came over with a grin. Yang Boming didn't even think about it. He brushed the floor with his left hand and pulled out the wallpaper knife, gritted his teeth and said, "I have killed more than one person. ?"
　　 "What's the matter?" Several police officers came over, and someone frowned and asked, "Who are you?"
"I am the deputy head of Beichong District," Meng Zhixin replied sternly. He was no longer the deputy head of the district, but everyone still called him the head of district Meng. He wanted to be worthy of the love of his fathers and villagers. "These three obviously beat him. Our people, why let them go?"
　　 "Which eye did you see them fighting?" A little policeman snorted coldly.
"You force it, be careful to cause trouble to your upper body," Meng Zhixin pointed at the other person, he didn't know how he could say such a brutal thing, "Mao hasn't grown well, and he's also speaking like an adult. I've got a clearer... ...You can't offend me!"
　　 "How the do you talk?" When the little policeman heard this, he was immediately annoyed, and an older policeman next to him said, "Xiao Guo...Where did you go to the police, have you killed someone?"
　　 In the next sentence, it was Yang Boming who asked. A few local people next to him wanted to take the opportunity to slip away. Yang Boming swiped it without hesitation, and scared the few people back hurriedly.
　　 "He killed people, just for defense," District Mayor Meng replied quietly, "You can investigate, you can't let go of these people, if you leave...this beam will fall on you personally."
　　 "Can the people of Beichong also come to Chaotian to dominate?" The little policeman sneered.
　　 "You have to learn to get used to it. If you don't get used to it now, you will get used to it in the future. Don't be stupid," Meng Zhixin replied coldly.
　　 "Where did the wallpaper knife come from?" The larger police officer ignored him—the master who couldn't touch the depth, don't provoke him for the time being. Anyway, he dared to report to the deputy head of Beichong.
　　 "I'm a carpenter, take it with me," Yang Boming's face was flushed, and it took a long time to answer. In fact, he is not a brave and relentless person, but he was a bit courageous when he fought so hard last time.
　　 "Hand it in," the middle-aged policeman said lightly.
　　 "No," Yang Boming glared at him. This is already the case, and he is not afraid of going crazy, "Why are you taking my knife? I am the protector of Meng District."
The middle-aged policeman also scratched his head a bit. He originally planned to be rude to the people of Beichong, so that he can benefit from Zheng Tao. The relationship between him and the village chief Zheng is actually normal, but he is on duty at this time and is a convenient source of money. .
　　 But the opponent is so unambiguous, he has no intention of training opponents for himself, "Okay, go to the police station."
That’s what I said, there were only a dozen old Liucun people caught at the scene. The Beichong people took eight, and two were sent directly to the hospital. Only two were left to watch the stalls—but that stall was also No need to look at it, it's all messed up.
Meng Zhixin reported the situation to District Mayor Chen and reviewed that he shouldn’t have gone to brush the door of Village Chief Zheng’s house last night. Chen Taizhong just snorted coldly,
You did a good job. Already you know, all you have to do is... as far as possible, don’t let a culprit go~EbookFREE.me~ That’s right, Meng Zhixin put on the phone, followed a group of Beichong people to the police station, and asked the people of Beichong. , Yang Boming also helped to greet him-his knife was confiscated, and he was going to the police station anyway.
Through chatting with the vegetable vendor, Meng Zhixin learned of what happened this morning. It turned out that around 6:40 in the morning, it was the peak of the wholesale market. A group of people rushed into the market, surrounding Beichong. The stall is just one pass.
The bravery of the people of Beichong is really not in vain. Seven or eight people dared to fight back against more than one hundred people. They also injured many others. One of the little guys had good legs and feet. Ran out.
After 　　 ran out, he first called Chen Taizhong, and after finishing the call, he called District Mayor Meng. In fact, Meng Zhixin got the news later than Chief Chen.
That's it. Eight people in Laoliu Village were beaten and admitted to the hospital-but according to Beichong people, at most one may have an opening in the head and must be admitted to the hospital. As for the other people in the hospital, it is to show Beichong’s hospitality. The evil deeds, by the way, I have asked for compensation. This wholesale market is the site of Laoliu Village...you know.
When people arrived at the police station, they entered the normal process. The police divided the interrogation and recorded confessions. As for Meng Zhixin and Yang Boming, because they arrived later, the police did not hesitate to take care of them—even if it was Yang Boming’s pocket, they were still carrying them. An extremely sharp wallpaper knife.
　　 It was about ten o'clock when the Chief Zheng of Laoliu Village came to the police station. This man was slightly dark skinned and had an extremely thick body. He greeted several policemen with a carefree look and looked familiar. (To be continued.)