Dang Weiguo really couldn't figure it out. He had already handed over the people to the hands of the municipal party committee, but it seemed that they were not worried about Liu Jianshe's problems, nor were they afraid that he would be retaliated by drug dealers like Wen Rugong. They ate something outside and returned to the municipal party committee, and the staff of the municipal party committee immediately arranged for them to stay in the highest-end hotel in the city. The major shareholder of this hotel was Chen Pujin.
Liu Jianshe and Dang Weiguo were arranged to move in on different floors respectively. After dinner, Dang Weiguo received a notice: The superiors asked him to go back to the village early to preside over the daily work in the village, and thanked him for bringing important witnesses in the drug transport case.
The moment he received the notice, Dang Weiguo was about to collapse. He couldn't believe the facts in front of him: he handled the matter of sending witnesses twice, but he was easily sent away both times. The last time was a bunch of perfunctory thanks, and this time it was a blank check that the organization would value in the future.
There is no fundamental difference between the two. The same is Dang Weiguo's attitude. After a desperate smile, he finally accepted his destiny. Perhaps everything was just like what he said when he chatted with Liu Jianshe that night: economic construction is the center and economic construction is the center. In short, it is two words economy, and it is even more naked to one word money.
Liu Jianshe roughly guessed what happened to Dang Weiguo, because after dinner, someone sent him a cell phone, a phone that could only be answered but not made. To be precise, it was a cell phone with no number on the phone, and the phone number was not displayed when the call came.
Another night passed, and early the next morning, Dang Weiguo embarked on the way back to the village, like a child studying in a big city. He couldn't find a job after finishing college. He couldn't bear to see the prosperity of the metropolis, but reality forced him to leave. He was completely redundant in the ruthless city. He could still attract attention as a college student when he went to his hometown. This was the case with Dang Weiguo.
The heart is higher than the sky, and the life is thinner than paper. The unremitting efforts have been a terrible after all. The Dang Weiguo is disheartened. At this moment, Liu Jianshe is not important, Wen Rugong is not important, the organization's emphasis is not important, nothing is important, sorrow is greater than death of the heart, his heart is dead.
Since Liu Jianshe checked in the hotel, he felt that this is life. He was accompanied by someone every day, and no one looked at him differently. Unlike the condescending staff in the municipal party committee, the respect for him in the entire hotel comes from the heart. Many times, Liu Jianshe feels uncomfortable all over. He has never enjoyed this kind of treatment since childhood.
At noon, the municipal party committee came with a car and said that it was following the instructions above to accompany Liu Jianshe to a place.
Four people got out of the car: three men, one woman, three men, one woman, three men were chopping and chopping with axes, and they looked twenty or twenty years old. They were all wearing black suits and white shirts, but they were wearing cloth shoes under their feet, and their toes were all flat toes. The woman was more like a professional woman working in an office building, but she was not wearing high heels, she had short hair shawls, and always held a hard leather notebook and a neutral pen in her hand, and would write something on it at any time.
The group did not say a word, and the wheels kept driving to the Municipal People's Hospital. They took Liu Jianshe directly to the cadre ward. Through the bright ward windows like a mirror, Liu Jianshe saw a large bed in the middle of the spacious single ward, and a man was Wen Rugong lying on it.
He is still alive?
Liu Jianshe was happy to enter, but was pulled by the municipal party committee staff and brought to the safe exit at the end of the corridor. Liu Jianshe didn't understand why they didn't let him in, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions at all, and could only be at the mercy of the other party.
Liu Jianshe is even a fool, and he knows that these four people cannot be a good person. Fortunately, they are quite polite. The woman put her laptop under her armpit and said to Liu Jianshe: Sorry, Mr. Liu, the one just now was prepared for the prisoner who was on medical parole.
The staff of the municipal party committee are right. The cadre wards are not arranged so much. People in the cadre ward usually pay attention to personal privacy. Standing outside the ward, just through the glass on the door, the interior is arranged and furnished. It is impossible for them to appear here. Only patients who used to be cadres and now are criminals, so they will be built so strangely in order to prevent them from committing suicide.
But Liu Jianshe was not concerned about this, and he didn’t want to know this. What he wanted to know was: How to explain the word “Criminal”?
Wen Rugong came to the city as a witness, how did he become a prisoner?
What about myself?
Liu Jianshe suddenly felt very scared. He began to think randomly. Did he have no life to enjoy the happiness at all, and he was respected for two days. In less than two days, he was completely trapped in phobia until he was awakened by the woman who spoke: Mr. Liu, Mr. Liu, are you listening?
Liu Jianshe broke free from his fear and said: Yes, yes, yes, listens.
All this was naturally hidden from the four people present. The woman seemed to have gone back in time. The few of them came here again and said: Sorry, Mr. Liu, the room was prepared for the prisoner who was on medical parole.The person lying inside is like you, an important witness to the protection of the municipal government, but you have also seen his current situation, so this time you will leave it to our municipal party committee for protection.
The woman paused and continued to say that as long as Mr. Liu obeyed all arrangements of the municipal party committee, we will surely ensure your personal safety and avoid any violation.
Liu Jianshe and Dang Weiguo were arranged to move in on different floors respectively. After dinner, Dang Weiguo received a notice: The superiors asked him to go back to the village early to preside over the daily work in the village, and thanked him for bringing important witnesses in the drug transport case.
The moment he received the notice, Dang Weiguo was about to collapse. He couldn't believe the facts in front of him: he handled the matter of sending witnesses twice, but he was easily sent away both times. The last time was a bunch of perfunctory thanks, and this time it was a blank check that the organization would value in the future.
There is no fundamental difference between the two. The same is Dang Weiguo's attitude. After a desperate smile, he finally accepted his destiny. Perhaps everything was just like what he said when he chatted with Liu Jianshe that night: economic construction is the center and economic construction is the center. In short, it is two words economy, and it is even more naked to one word money.
Liu Jianshe roughly guessed what happened to Dang Weiguo, because after dinner, someone sent him a cell phone, a phone that could only be answered but not made. To be precise, it was a cell phone with no number on the phone, and the phone number was not displayed when the call came.
Another night passed, and early the next morning, Dang Weiguo embarked on the way back to the village, like a child studying in a big city. He couldn't find a job after finishing college. He couldn't bear to see the prosperity of the metropolis, but reality forced him to leave. He was completely redundant in the ruthless city. He could still attract attention as a college student when he went to his hometown. This was the case with Dang Weiguo.
The heart is higher than the sky, and the life is thinner than paper. The unremitting efforts have been a terrible after all. The Dang Weiguo is disheartened. At this moment, Liu Jianshe is not important, Wen Rugong is not important, the organization's emphasis is not important, nothing is important, sorrow is greater than death of the heart, his heart is dead.
Since Liu Jianshe checked in the hotel, he felt that this is life. He was accompanied by someone every day, and no one looked at him differently. Unlike the condescending staff in the municipal party committee, the respect for him in the entire hotel comes from the heart. Many times, Liu Jianshe feels uncomfortable all over. He has never enjoyed this kind of treatment since childhood.
At noon, the municipal party committee came with a car and said that it was following the instructions above to accompany Liu Jianshe to a place.
Four people got out of the car: three men, one woman, three men, one woman, three men were chopping and chopping with axes, and they looked twenty or twenty years old. They were all wearing black suits and white shirts, but they were wearing cloth shoes under their feet, and their toes were all flat toes. The woman was more like a professional woman working in an office building, but she was not wearing high heels, she had short hair shawls, and always held a hard leather notebook and a neutral pen in her hand, and would write something on it at any time.
The group did not say a word, and the wheels kept driving to the Municipal People's Hospital. They took Liu Jianshe directly to the cadre ward. Through the bright ward windows like a mirror, Liu Jianshe saw a large bed in the middle of the spacious single ward, and a man was Wen Rugong lying on it.
He is still alive?
Liu Jianshe was happy to enter, but was pulled by the municipal party committee staff and brought to the safe exit at the end of the corridor. Liu Jianshe didn't understand why they didn't let him in, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions at all, and could only be at the mercy of the other party.
Liu Jianshe is even a fool, and he knows that these four people cannot be a good person. Fortunately, they are quite polite. The woman put her laptop under her armpit and said to Liu Jianshe: Sorry, Mr. Liu, the one just now was prepared for the prisoner who was on medical parole.
The staff of the municipal party committee are right. The cadre wards are not arranged so much. People in the cadre ward usually pay attention to personal privacy. Standing outside the ward, just through the glass on the door, the interior is arranged and furnished. It is impossible for them to appear here. Only patients who used to be cadres and now are criminals, so they will be built so strangely in order to prevent them from committing suicide.
But Liu Jianshe was not concerned about this, and he didn’t want to know this. What he wanted to know was: How to explain the word “Criminal”?
Wen Rugong came to the city as a witness, how did he become a prisoner?
What about myself?
Liu Jianshe suddenly felt very scared. He began to think randomly. Did he have no life to enjoy the happiness at all, and he was respected for two days. In less than two days, he was completely trapped in phobia until he was awakened by the woman who spoke: Mr. Liu, Mr. Liu, are you listening?
Liu Jianshe broke free from his fear and said: Yes, yes, yes, listens.
All this was naturally hidden from the four people present. The woman seemed to have gone back in time. The few of them came here again and said: Sorry, Mr. Liu, the room was prepared for the prisoner who was on medical parole.The person lying inside is like you, an important witness to the protection of the municipal government, but you have also seen his current situation, so this time you will leave it to our municipal party committee for protection.
The woman paused and continued to say that as long as Mr. Liu obeyed all arrangements of the municipal party committee, we will surely ensure your personal safety and avoid any violation.
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