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Chapter 99

The compass in Wu Qing's hand was shaking within the range of the Six Mountains, and the distance was not close enough to tell whether the ghosts in Liuqi Factory were strong or weak.

But there are evil spirits inside, it has become a fact.

Shi Dahai yawned and patted Wu Qing on the shoulder,

"If you mess with it, clean it up yourself."

The implication is that the last time I taught, it's time to practice this time.

Wu Qing hummed.

It won't take long.

crunch--

Amidst the rusting sound of the two iron doors of the factory, a crack opened, and a man with fat head and big ears, wearing a navy blue bamboo cloth gown, got out. I found the inspector with a bruised nose and a swollen face, stared at him and scolded,

"It's you, kid, who brought the patrolmen here?"

"Ok?"

Wu Qing's eyelids were squinted, and his eyes were not friendly.

The man is the deputy director of the Liuqi Factory. There are many social people, and Linglong has a lot of thoughts. Just now, Wu Qing was in a hurry. When Wu Qing made a sound, he knew that he had made a slip of the tongue. Slapped his own mouth and apologized with a smile,
"Look at my mouth, a dog can't spit out ivory... I don't know the names of the two officers, Fan Wanyi, the deputy director of the begging factory?"

Wu Qing replied: "Miangui's surname is Wu."

Shi Dahai stood behind Wu Qing, shaking his legs, lowered his head, and said nothing.Look listless.Said to let Wu Qing take care of himself, Shi Dahai was not interested at all.

An old-fashioned patrolman with a badge on his shoulder stood behind him.

I didn't see why it was the young patrolman with no badge on his shoulder who made the decision, but I could somewhat see that the two patrolmen were not kind.

The deputy director frowned and asked again,

"Then Mr. Wu, what do you want to do when you come to our factory?"

Huang Shiren's heart is probably not as black as yours.What are you doing here?

Due to the confidentiality regulations, this cannot be said.

Wu Qing tugged at her collar badge,
"Salt affairs, of course it is to investigate illegal salt."

The usual excuse of the second anti-smuggling team.

Salt collection, this era is a big tax.

Anti-smuggling salt is an upright official business.

In name, the salt administration was directly under the jurisdiction of the central government, but all the salt tax earned from selling and transporting salt was intercepted by warlords from all over the country.

Selling salt for the Transportation Bureau is selling salt for General Guan.To make money is to make money for General Guan.Check for illegal salt, that is, check for General Guan.

Generally, anti-smuggling salt is used as an excuse, and few places are brave enough to block the door.

Chen Xiaowen, who was waiting by the side, had flickering eyes, but remained silent.

On the way here, Wu Qing went to ask him where he came from. His father was a teacher in the north, but a few years ago, due to the drought in western Henan, his family fled here, and his father died on the way, so he became a beggar.So articulate and speak orderly.

His mind is not bad, and it can be seen that Wu Qing is making excuses.

After bringing Wu Qing and the others to inspect, he dared not open his mouth even more.

Unexpectedly, the deputy factory manager bent over and cupped his hands, smiling all over his face,
"I also hope that the two officers, Hai Han, will let the two officers know that they don't know how to behave unless they are subordinates. In fact, our factory has its own rules and regulations, and idlers are not allowed to come in and out at will."

The obese figure even faintly blocked the cracked iron door.

Wu Qing said with a smile: "I wait for those who wear official uniforms, are they also idlers?"

"If you have a search warrant in your hand, I will let the officer in. Or if you have an approval from an officer above the section chief, I will also give way. But now you have nothing to say, if you want to enter..."

The deputy factory manager lowered his head a little bit, and asked in a respectful and firm tone,
"Sir, is the director of our factory?"

Wu Qing shook his head, "Of course not."

"Then the officer is in charge of our factory?"

Wu Qing shook his head again, "No."

The deputy director's eyes were almost cracked with laughter.

"Then sir, I misread it. You are not wearing a police uniform, but a quail dress? You are not a policeman, but a homeless beggar. If so, then I can give up my seat and let the officer in."

Wu Qing is not in a hurry,
"It's just to check for private salt. Don't ask about anything in your factory."

How could the deputy factory manager believe it? He kept talking about the rules and regulations of his own factory, and firmly held the iron gate.

Wu Qing squinted his eyes, and said with a subterranean smile,

"What if I insist on entering? Are the rules and regulations of your factory higher than the official law?"

"Sir, please be patient."

The deputy factory manager calmly pointed to the side, pointing to the stone tablet in front of the door.

"Look at that first."

Wu Qing took a look.

The circuit lamp suspended by the wooden pole just hangs obliquely above a stone monument.

In the deep night, this only light clearly illuminated the stone tablet taller than a person.

There are three red characters at the top of the stele—the stele of merit.

Below is the list of donations.

The deputy factory manager bowed slightly, his waist straightened, his face became rosy, and he even calmed down his tone. He paused for a few words, for fear that Wu Qing could not hear clearly.

"My factory for the poor in Yujiang was established by the donations of the gentry in Yujiang. The current directors of the board of directors are all famous figures. The director of the Education Department of the Daoyin Office, the head of the Industry Section, and the county governor's office also have two The section chief, and Jiang Shangshui, the president of Jincheng Bank, are both directors. You two, the salt police, have no actual training. If you want to go in, I'm afraid..."

The deputy director smiled,

"Not quite enough. You are tough, and our factory is not soft, why bother? I have prepared some thin wine, why don't you drink a few glasses first, after the banquet, I will give you a small gift."

I'm afraid that Wu Qing won't be able to hear it. This kind of gift is not so thin.Specially pressed the sound on the word "Bo Li".

Chen Xiaowen couldn't help moving his footsteps a little bit, his calves were tense, as long as Wu Qing said "ke", he would rush out along with the wind.

Although this Chief Wu seems to have a kind heart, but in the book, there are often people with good looks.

Wu Qing laughed and patted the deputy director's shoulder, "You, you...how can I say it?"

The deputy director also laughed.I secretly despised him in my heart, and sure enough it came from the autumn wind again.

Chen Xiaowen wanted to run, but a big hand was placed on his shoulder, and he looked up.

Shi Haihai had a mouthful of yellow teeth, so eye-catching, "Just wait for you."

Everyone was laughing, just when Chen Xiaowen's face was dark.

Wu Qing shook his head and laughed, "But let's try first."

Deputy Factory Manager: "Try what?"

"Try it, are you tough!"

Wu Qing was caught off guard, and kicked the deputy director's round belly, like kicking cotton.

The deputy director was not so comfortable.The hard sole of the shoe hit the tender belly.

Before the first burst, the gut-stirring pain came like a wave.

I couldn't bear it again, and my fat butt fell heavily on the ground.

My head hurts.

Everyone loves wine, sex and wealth, and Wu Qing can't help it, but he clearly distinguishes the priorities.

Now is not the time.After finally grabbing the end of the thread, I can't just let it go.

Wu Qinghun's unscrupulous temper almost rushed to his face, and the black gun was pulled out of the holster, and the muzzle hit the head of the deputy factory director who was covering his face.
"Can you stop me, can you stop the gun?"

A pair of eyes with sharp brows were already gloomyly looking towards the iron gate of the factory.

It has already been blocked by a group of young men with hats with the words "factory inspection" on their heads.

All of them were armed with clubs and even two old rifles.The Republic of China did not ban guns.

(End of this chapter)