"Hello, brother Jia, it's me. How are you doing?" Dong Wenfeng asked, looking at the scenery outside the window.

A thick man's voice came over the phone: "Oh, it's ah Feng. I've been pretty good recently. I'm bored in the public security department and the security department. How are you doing?"

A Jia in Dong Wenfeng's mouth is his former comrade in arms, formerly known as Zhang Jia. They had a very good relationship and often fought together. After his glorious retirement, he got a position in the Ministry of public security of biguicheng. I don't know the details, but I heard that he has great power.

"I'm still the same. I just came to biguicheng a few days ago and had some trouble. You see... " Dong Wenfeng laughed before he had finished.

"What's the matter? Who dares to trouble you? Tell me, I'll fix it for you! " The voice on the phone sharpened.

Dong Wenfeng pretended to be wronged and said, "that's the police chief of biguicheng... That's what happened, so I want to teach him a lesson."

"Aha, it's like this. It's simple. I can handle this kind of thing directly with one phone call. Don't worry. I'll call him later. "

"Thank you, brother Jia. Good brother, let's get together sometime!"

"OK, let's get together another day. I'll get busy with my work first. You can play in biguicheng for a few more days!"

After Dong Wenfeng hung up the phone, he was more confident. Even if Lin Ming shot, he didn't dare to do anything.

Unable to resist excitement, Dong Wenfeng told the driver to drive faster.

It would have taken two hours by car, but it was two hours more when we arrived.

After getting off the bus, you can see a few big characters at the door: biguicheng police department.

There are many police cars parked at the door. Some police cars are holding prisoners, and some police are handcuffing prisoners and escorting them inside.

Some ordinary people also came to redress their grievances.

Dong Wenfeng walked in. The policewoman working at the front desk asked with a straight face, "is there anything to apply for?"

Dong Wenfeng directly replied that he came to the police chief.

As soon as the policewoman listened, she became more disdainful. Then she stopped looking at Dong Wenfeng and shouted, "next."

Dong Wenfeng had known that he would be rejected, so he lied and said that he was personally called by the chief of the police station.

The policewoman looked at Dong Wenfeng's whole body. A pair of washed white jeans with old shirts stared at him several times with his usual eyes at the prisoner. Wave him away.

Dong Wenfeng saw that the policewoman refused to enter for herself anyway, so he thought of a way.

He began to scold in the police hall and shouted to see the director, otherwise he wouldn't leave.

Dong Wenfeng shouted louder and louder, attracting the surrounding police to come and see what was going on. The policewoman was afraid that this matter would affect the work here, so she reluctantly called the director. The director said to invite him in, and she believed that the man in front of her was indeed called by the director.

She pulled Dong Wenfeng aside, changed her face and whispered, "Mr. Dong, I'm really sorry just now. The director is waiting for you in the office on the fifth floor."

Dong Wenfeng knew this trouble, and the female police officer would have to pay attention to it.

Dong Wenfeng patted his clothes, then straightened up and stopped making trouble. The people present were baffled and shook their heads at him.

Dong Wenfeng walked into the elevator and pressed the number of floors up the fifth floor. He seemed to have smelled victory and couldn't help being complacent.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Dong Wenfeng asked the policeman sitting in front of the computer, and then the other party took him straight to the door of the second office on the left.

The male policeman tapped on the door and said, "director Yan, someone is looking for you!"

Hearing the response of "come in", Dong Wenfeng pushed the door in.

This is a fat man worthy of the name. His name is Yan Huiming, director of biguicheng police station. The belt made his bucket waist more obvious, and the hair on his head was sparse. He was good for nothing except a pair of bright eyes.

In the office, there are several brocade flags with "serving the people" similar fonts, and there is a cabinet with many trophies on display. There is a pile of papers on the desk.

As soon as Yan Huiming saw Dong Wenfeng coming in, he hurried to shake hands with him, smiled and flattered: "are you Mr. Dong Wenfeng? It's like a man. Look at this handsome face. "

He held Dong Wenfeng's hand tightly, with a stiff smile on his face.

Dong Wenfeng finally pulled out of his fat and greasy palm, and he hugged Dong Wenfeng again.

After Yan Huiming finished these proper actions to meet people, he took out his cigar box from the drawer, put it in front of Dong Wenfeng, bent over, turned his palm upward and said "please".

Dong Wenfeng waved his hand and said, "I have something to ask you to help me this time."

Yan Huiming hurriedly said, "where, where. What superior Zhang said is what he said. Superior Zhang's business is my business. As long as you can help brother Dong, you can ask me Yan to go up the knife mountain and down the sea of fire. "

The fat man can fucking talk. He almost didn't put some money in his mouth to shut him up. He's so fucking greasy. Dong Wenfeng thought to himself.

Dong Wenfeng pretended to cough, and then continued, "there's no need for director Yan to go to the knife mountain. It's just a small thing. I believe my friend Zhang Jia has told you about the situation. I won't repeat it. In short, once the businessman named Lin Muming asks your subordinates, you should try your best to stop it. "

Yan Huiming nodded, then came to Dong Wenfeng's ear and said, "understand, understand."

"Since director Yan knows everything, please. Little brother, I have other things to do, so I'll leave first. "

Yan Huiming asked someone outside to say, "Xiaoshan, send Mr. Dong off."

"No, please." Dong Wenfeng said that and left.

It's almost time to drive to Donghai middle school. The telephone vibrated with a buzzing sound. It's Xie Huiling.

"Hey, where are you now? Lin Qiyue's gangsters have come to the school again. " Xie Huiling on the phone said anxiously.

"Wait for me, I'll be there in ten minutes. You handle it carefully! " Dong Wenfeng glanced at the time on his watch. At 11:40, there were still 15 minutes before the children left school. If he couldn't arrive in advance, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Dong Wenfeng should not only beat them up this time, but also turn them over to the police station. No matter how capable Lin Ming is, he can't easily bail his son out this time.