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Chapter 172 Asking for news from veteran cadres!

Today's Jinghai is a mess.

A slight movement can attract everyone's attention.

What's more, Zhao Feng's coquettish operation, throwing money wantonly.

I am afraid that others will not know that he has a large amount of money.

The sound of the wind spread in an instant.

After some leaders heard the news, they shook their heads and sneered, "It's hard to do it yourself."

The rich and powerful can't wait to hide their family background tightly, and don't dare to make a high profile.

How many people have you seen like Zhao Feng?

Isn't this crazy!

Zhao Feng's repayment of the money added fuel to the already treacherous situation.

Cook oil over high heat.

The fire grew hotter and hotter.

In the afternoon, Wang Yi picked up the fishing rod, sighed, turned his head and stared at Luo Tianhong who was eating, and cursed, "Crow's mouth."

With innocent eyes open, Luo Tianhong lay on the pebbles, stroking her round belly with difficulty, looking around in a daze.

what have i done me?

"I know how to eat every day, and I don't see you growing meat and wasting food." Wang Yi was very upset. He felt that his fishing skills were fine.

The problem was Luo Tianhong's crow's mouth.

The wind blew all afternoon, and I didn't catch even a hair.

A great youth wasted in vain.

Luo Tianhong curled her lips, turned her body to cover her ears, turned her back to Wang Yi, and didn't listen to it, and she chanted sutras.

Wang Yi rolled his eyes and continued to lean on the beach chair.

Luo Tianhong's hanging hair was full, so he still waited for him to walk slowly.

Simply staring at the calm river, thinking about the current situation.

Zhao Feng's arrogance and willfulness spread quickly, and he didn't hide it from anyone.

Staff salaries, bank loans, member refunds.

Although it can't be done in a while.

But there is no impenetrable wall in the world. With his attention to Zhao Feng, he naturally received the news immediately.

Use funds from overseas accounts to enter the market!

Sure enough, it still came this far.

Bringing down Internet cafes and setting up plasma is to force Zhao Feng to use overseas funds, but this is just a plan.

The plan cannot keep up with the changes, no matter how thorough it is, there are times when something goes wrong.

Fortunately, Zhao Feng seemed to be walking according to his plan like a puppet on a string.

It made him a little embarrassed, after all, he had never seen such a cooperative enemy.

Think here.

Wang Yi took out his mobile phone and called the old cadre.

"Hey, Uncle Meng, are you going home for dinner tonight?"

"I cook?"

"I won't, I'd better take some food home."

Wang Yi was quite speechless.

My hands are used to fight the world, how can I cook?

With the state's current level of monitoring of funds, Zhao Feng's acquisition of a large amount of funds in a short period of time has definitely fallen into control.

He can't inquire about news from the upper echelons, but veteran cadres can.

After all, there is an uncle in the province.

Whether it is a policy or a change, it can be obtained as soon as possible.

Therefore, this is why he asked the veteran cadres to go home for dinner.

If it wasn't for getting news, would he be willing to have dinner with an old man?

cut!

It's not Xiao Yuyu.

After all, the father-in-law looks at his son-in-law and hates each other.

Rest for half an hour.

Dusk was approaching the horizon.

Only then did Wang Yi get Luo Tianhong, who was still whimpering, to get up and pack up his things, ready to leave.

After all, he is a boss.

Can't the boss do it?

Luo Tianhong rolled over and got up, licking her face and leaning forward, "Boss, what's for dinner?"

"roll!"

"Good."

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Wang Yi returned to the community, strolled home with vegetables.

The veteran cadre was already sitting on the sofa and reading the newspaper. When he saw Wang Yi coming home, his expression was gloomy.

At the end of August, it was getting dark slowly.

It was getting dark now, Wang Yi just came back, at least it was eight or nine o'clock, want to starve to death?

Wang Yi put the food on the coffee table in the living room. There was no woman in the house, and the father and father didn't care about it. They took out the treasured Moutai from the side cabinet, poured a small cup for the veteran cadre, and then poured it for himself. A big bowl.

The veteran cadre twitched in pain, looked at his own cup, and then at the big bowl in front of Wang Yi, his expression darkened for a while.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, uncle Meng, don't you have high blood pressure? Drinking too much is bad for your health."

"Not only do I have rheumatism, but now I have high blood pressure? Then what about next time? What disease will I get next time?"

The veteran cadre gritted his teeth, never seeing such a brazen person.

"Ah? No?" Wang Yi smiled sheepishly, "It's all right, I'll refill it for you after drinking."

Hearing this, the veteran cadre glared at Wang Yi.

Little bunny!

There is no woman at home, and the two chatted while eating.

Unexpectedly, I didn't feel like I was sitting on pins and needles, like a thorn on my back, like a thorn in my throat when facing my father-in-law alone.

Talk about everything, quite silky.

"Tell me, what do you want to know?"

Full of wine and food, the veteran cadre leaned on the sofa and sipped his tea.

He didn't believe that Wang Yi would look for him if he had nothing to do.

This little bastard is the master who does not scatter eagles when he sees rabbits.

It's no good and it's not likely that Wang Yi will be in the meeting.

"It's still Uncle Meng who understands me, he's like a maggot in my stomach, ah bah, a roundworm."

Wang Yichen leaned forward with a smile on his face, "It's not because of Uncle Meng's supernatural powers. He knows 500 years before and 500 years later, so I came to you to learn from you."

"Take a scripture?"

"You want to inquire about the attitude of the higher-ups?"

The old cadres directly exposed Wang Yi's tricks.

The little bastard knows whether it's shit or piss as soon as he ferns his butt.

They are all thousand-year-old foxes, why are you playing with me here?

"Uncle Meng is really astute, scheming, cunning and cunning—"

"To shut up."

"Good."

Wang Yi stretched out his hand and sewed his mouth, indicating that he had shut up.

The old cadre pondered for a moment.

Follow normal circumstances.

If An Xin came to ask him, he would never reveal it.

But Wang Yi is different.

Ability is one thing, stability is another.

Moreover, if they charge into the battle, they must be supplemented with food and grass.

"The Commission for Discipline Inspection has quietly entered Jinghai."

"real!?"

Wang Yi's eyes lit up.

Although only one sentence.

But it has many meanings.

"Don't be too happy." The old cadre rolled his eyes, rubbed his teacup, and frowned.

"Things are not that simple. I can get to where I am today not only by my own ability, but also by your uncle. Zhao Lidong agrees."

"No decision can be made blindly. Zhao Lidong alone is not a problem, but how many people will be involved in the upper and lower?"

"The new term is about to change, the more critical the moment, the more stable it is."

Hear these words.

Wang Yi frowned.

Read between the lines.

"With a high probability of being demoted and transferred to the pension department?"

Wang Yi was not disappointed.

It was even expected.

Because Zhao Lidong knew too much and involved too many people.

"Well, the worst case scenario should be dismissal from public office, handing over the proceeds of corruption, and a high probability of reassignment."

When Wang Yi heard this, a strange smile appeared on his face.

Zhao Lidong is the secretary, but the secretary is not Zhao Lidong.

Without an identity, he is not a daunting secretary.

The consequences are self-evident.