Secret Agent Pretty Woman

"Tomorrow, what day is it tomorrow? I'm sorry, it's Saturday, I'm so busy and confused, it seems that Teacher Zhou invited me to take an exam at her house. Teacher Zhou Siqi, tsk tsk..."

Li Moyang took out tens of thousands of dollars, and then put the two suitcases under the bed. Tonight, he used his brain too much to play with the three money delivery products, which was a bit depressing. After washing up, Li Moyang lay down and fell into a deep sleep.

Sitting up suddenly, Li Moyang thought of a problem, the fat man may have found some clues about himself.

The Maritime Palace was robbed tonight. It is estimated that this news has already spread to both black and white in Binhai. Hu Shengsong, a little detective, must have got the news, and I have also asked him about the Maritime Palace. Hu Shengsong must have happened doubt.

Fatty, fatty, sorry, you know too much...

……

After Bei Fanyin handed over the case, she returned home and washed up for a while, especially her lower body. It was muddy there tonight, so it was embarrassing.

Emma, ​​it's too embarrassing, to be burned into flames by a middle-aged man, it seems like she's fucked, she's really speechless.

Bei Fanyin tossed and turned on the bed, unable to fall asleep, playing movies in his mind over and over again, especially the scene of being hugged by a middle-aged old woman on a speedboat, and kept replaying it, unexpectedly his lower body reacted again.

Bei Fanyin shook his head, covered his head with a pillow, and couldn't think about it anymore, if he thought about it any more, he would sink.

The feeling of being hugged by the middle-aged old man, and the strong masculine breath of the middle-aged old man talking in his ear, suddenly Bei Fanyin thought of something, this feeling is the same as that day when Li Moyang changed seats on the Binhai mountain road Same, is it...

Bei Fanyin didn't dare to think about it, Li Moyang would not do this kind of thing, he is a public official, how could he do such a thing like a gangster?

This must be my own hallucination, the stimulation of the hug of the opposite sex made me hallucinate, maybe it's the strong affection for Li Moyang that magnified this feeling?I fell in love with Li Moyang?

Bei Fanyin slowly fell asleep amidst the entanglement of distress.

……

Another busy day.

The armed police and anti-riot police have been busy all night. On highways, provincial roads, airports, railway stations, and long-distance bus stations, there are anti-riot police who set up card checks everywhere, but they find nothing.

Stretching, Li Moyang was dressed in silk clothes, back-to-back t-shirts, stone-milled blue jeans, and canvas sneakers. Walking on the road, he was no different from thousands of women, except that there was a 4-yuan old man's head in his cross-body backpack.

I went back to Tianyuan Community to pick up the car, and went straight to the tea room that Hu Shengsong had made an appointment with. On the way, I got a call from Brother Zhao from Binglanshui Station, saying that Ma Guoliang had thrown 10 yuan to Brother Zhao before he ran away. Pass it on to Li Moyang.

"Grass, Brother Xiaoma, this guy's character is not bad, but he is a little timid!"

Li Moyang replied, let Brother Zhao keep the money, the business of the water station can't be lost, this is a serious business, and those advertisements must continue to operate, if the flow is long, you can't make a fortune, and it's no problem to support your family.

Brother Zhao has repeatedly assured that the ice blue water station is the property of Xiaoqiying, and he must be favored by boss Li Moyang.

Brother Zhao is very good!Li Moyang was very satisfied. Originally, this water station was just for fun, but now it seems that it is really a serious business and cannot be lost. Although it does not make money, it is very commemorative!

In a secluded small tea room in Cangli District, Hu Shengsong got impatient and was about to call Li Moyang to remind him, but Li Moyang pushed the door open and said, "Oh, fat man, you are very particular now, and drink Tieguanyin."

"Understood? Just talk nonsense, this is Jin Junmei, and now he is old."

The fat man was no different, he was still as carefree as usual.

Li Moyang sat down and drank a cup of Jin Junmei, it was not bad, it was sweet, the soup was bright, and it felt good.

"It's a big weekend, and I still want to sleep well. What are you doing this early in the morning?" Li Moyang asked casually, and it was also a test.

"Do me a little favor, brother, don't refuse Ang, I know you have been on the road, you have experience in this field, you are courageous, you will definitely get started!"

"You still understand me, kid, how did you tell?" Li Moyang's heart skipped a beat.

"Tch, I don't know you yet. You are very skilled and ruthless in your shots. You didn't kill me that day. And in the night bar, you don't look like a wage earner. You are very familiar with the bars, and you are vicious in your shots. You must be hanging out on Nanmian Road. But, or have been to Burma as a mercenary for a few years..."

The fat man gave full play to the reasoning level of the detective president, and talked about Li Moyang's experience in the past eight years. Li Moyang drank tea twice, and added hot water once in between. One cup of tea, pour another cup, drank it with a gulp, it was so hot that my tongue stuck out.

"How about it, am I right?" Fatty curled his lips triumphantly. The president of the detective agency has done nothing in vain in the past few years. Of course, those extremely YY novels such as the super soldier king returning to the city in the 17k novels have not been read in vain.

Li Moyang smiled and said: "Grass, awesome, I thought I hid it deep enough, so you have already seen it? Yes, I went to Thailand for a few years. I was homesick, so I went back to Binhai to develop. Don't tell Luo Yan about these things!"

"No problem, you don't know my mouth yet? But, you went to Thailand? Hey, let me touch it, brother, have you changed your gender?"

The fat man smiled obscenely, and reached out to touch Li Moyang's chest. Li Moyang waved his hand to block it: "Damn, here are muscles! Transgender? Transgender is going to Korea, Ultraman!"

Hu Shengsong retracted his hand with a smile, and took a sip of tea: "I called you out today, there is indeed something that needs your help."

Li Moyang was in a good mood, and breathed a sigh of relief. If Hu Shengsong really hit something, or if Hu Shengsong guessed that the Shanghai Palace had something to do with him last night, Li Moyang said to Hu Shengsong, hehe, he will definitely take measures of humane extermination.

Fortunately, a fat man is a fat man. He is smart, but simple, and he doesn't think bad of his friends.

"Let's hear it, if you can help, you must help! Which one of us is with whom?"

"Recently, there is a case that is a bit tricky, and it has not been resolved, and I have a headache..."

"Say!"

"Half a month ago, a middle-aged aunt came to me and said that her husband disappeared for a long time every weekend. She didn't know where she went. The aunt guessed that her husband cheated and went to meet his mistress on weekends. It's a pity. After following for half a month, there was no sign. He went to a community on weekends and stayed for two hours before returning home. His face was always flushed when he went out. Don’t go, I don’t ask you to try this, you must have a way.”

"Are you going to take this shit? How much money do you have? Isn't it just a middle-aged man cheating, how much will I give you?"

"Fart money, this aunt said, if you find out, give me a thousand, and I don't even want to take it."

"With this little money, it's better to push it away, isn't it just a middle-aged uncle cheating? You are really getting more and more worthless, alas."

"Damn, despise me. I haven't finished. I'm not interested in money, I'm interested in people. Do you know what this middle-aged man does?"

Without waiting for Li Moyang to answer, Hu Shengsong continued: "He is Ming Bajin, the director of the Municipal Construction Administration Bureau. I checked. He is a very famous director of the shoulder bag. He has appeared in newspapers and is known as the director of integrity. He has many stories of integrity."

"Hey, Chief Integrity? Interesting!"

"That's right, it's absolutely interesting. This year, people talk about their ideals and beliefs on the platform, while the audience is corrupt, cheating organizations, and cheating the people. How can there be any clean officials? Believe it or not, I don't believe it anyway!"

"I don't believe it either, keep talking!" Li Moyang rubbed his chin, feeling that this matter is something to do, and he is idle when he is idle, playing with the bureau chief to catch moths for the party, the country, and the people. I did my best.

"I'm sorry, you don't know. Ming Bajin was born as a farmer. He stepped up to the post of city director. He has a good reputation for many years. He often wears liberation rubber shoes and carries a green satchel. He is known as the director of the satchel. What is his deeds? , I can’t finish talking for three days and three nights, these are the newspapers I collected, you can read them yourself, after reading these newspapers, I wonder if I am too dark and think the worst of others.”

Li Moyang flipped through the newspaper clippings that the fat man had sorted out.

In June 1960, Ming Bajin was born in a farmer's family in Binhai. He suffered a lot from childhood.Be down-to-earth, bear hardships and stand hard work, and work step by step from the grassroots village cadres.He remembered that when he was the secretary of the village party branch, once, the secretary of the town party committee asked him to talk about work. It was past 6 noon, and he was still concentrating on working on the lathe. The secretary stood beside him for more than 12 minutes. He didn't even notice.The secretary said to him emotionally: "Bajin, you can't work so hard..."

The villagers commented on him: "It doesn't look like a branch secretary, but a worker, a salesman, a porter..." Under his leadership, the village has developed from a village with a weak economy to a village with a strong collective economic foundation. .

In January 03, he began to serve as the deputy director of the Binhai Municipal Construction Bureau. At first, he was still sweating on sunny days and muddy on rainy days. He took the lead and worked on the front line.The comrades around him commented on him like this: "As long as Ming Bajin works, he never knows what is suffering and what is tired." In 1, he was named "Ten Heroes of Binhai City's Urban Construction".

Good cadres who are honest and honest

Comrade Ming Bajin wears cheap clothes on weekdays, even socks with holes; he expressly forbids cadres to eat out, and he tries to rush back to the unit cafeteria to eat; My friends are "stern and selfless", my younger brother and younger sister are both laid off, the younger brother pulls a rickshaw, and the younger sister keeps the stall...

He usually lives a frugal and low-key life, smoking only two or three yuan a pack.The furnishings in the home are simple, with few luxuries.He doesn't talk about ostentation, he doesn't put on airs, he always puts on a humble attitude that is sympathetic to his subordinates, and he handles the relationship with his subordinates well...

"Damn it, contemporary Hai Rui!" Li Moyang covered his eyes and sighed: "Such a person, hehe, in the 60s, I believe, but now, hehe, it's hard to say, it's hard to say..."

"Then let's investigate? If we really want to find out some problems, we are also eliminating harm for the people, right?"

"I can see it."