Chapter 641
Sanfeng town is in chaos. Wuting county is in chaos. Now all the villagers in Xiaozhang village gather together. Except for those who go out to work and can't come back, or who have family members working in government organs, almost all of them go to battle, regardless of men and women, old and young.
There are more and more people. Before Sanfeng town government, there were at least seven or eight hundred people. The small square originally built for beauty had no stitches. In this conflict, the relatives of the injured people were in the front line.
All the administrative staff of the Party committee and the government of Sanfeng town are standing at the door. The cadres of Baocun village are holding electronic loudspeakers and constantly admonishing them. The mayor Lu Tianxiang has been back long ago, but I don't know what's going on. He just can't make a sound and is sweating.
"Punish the murderer severely and give me justice!"
I don't know which kind-hearted person, even from the town's advertising agency, hastily made a banner about eight meters long, eight big words, bloody display.
This is just a miniature. In front of the Wuting county government building, the square is even more magnificent, so it can accommodate more people. The villagers of Xiaozhang village with more than 1500 people, the onlookers from all sides, and even the police force have all shrunk back.
Wuting County patrol special police team, 80 people patrol special police team, all wearing kailav explosion-proof clothes, closed black riot helmets, in the big sun makes all the people sweating, sweat even down the eyebrow angle into the eyes, sour incomparable, but no one dares to put on a hand.
Because the atmosphere at this time is too depressing. In the face of a sea of people and people whose emotions can get out of control at any time, this group of 80 people is like a boat that can be knocked over by waves at any time. Even though all of them are carrying glass fiber reinforced plastic shields in their left hand and batons in their right hand, they still feel nervous and uneasy.
Around the square, the red and blue lights of the police cars are flashing, but there is no whistle. But the more the silent red and blue rendering, the more people feel nervous.
Now where can I go to find Hong Chen? In addition to the security checkpoints set up and the police scattered in Sanfeng Town, all the police forces shrink back and concentrate on waiting around.
Even the traffic police brigade came to join in the fun, trying to dredge the traffic, but the main road ahead is still congested, urgent is helpless.
The county Party committee and the government work in the same building. All the staff of the county Party committee office and the government office are standing in front of the door, taking pictures of the broad masses of the people with micro cameras in their hands.
The main leaders of the county's petition Bureau, dispatching center, stability maintenance office and Sanfeng town are all on the front line. Everyone is beating their drums in their hearts. In the 47 years since the founding of Wuting County, such a situation has never happened. It's just like the red guards entering the city in those years, which may cause riots at any time.
Xing Xiangdong, deputy director of the Public Security Bureau, was standing in Wei Baoqiang's office of the county Party committee. He went out from the window with his arms in his arms. His face was very serious and his brow was tight. He suddenly picked up the phone and dialed: "Xiao Wu, has the gun magazine been opened?"
"What? OK, I know. I'll call Zheng bureau now! Now go to the office and look for him! " Xing Xiangdong breathes out a long breath, and then dials Zheng Xiong's phone.
But the beep of the phone kept coming, hang up, dial another number, still no one answered.
"Zheng Xiong doesn't answer the phone?" Wei Baoqiang's voice came from behind. His face was very difficult. Even now his breath was a little different. He didn't understand why it had developed to such a state in less than an hour.
Originally, these are small things. They just need to pay some money. These people are easy to deal with. When they are in a hurry, they are directly detained for a few days. They are all honest. The only thing they worry about is Hong Chen.
But now, Hong Chen can't find it, and there's no negative information on the network, but his internal problems are breaking out. With the excitement of the crowd, a small event is likely to continue to become serious. Now he really can't sit still.
Picked up his cell phone, directly dial out, it is still Zheng Xiong's phone, now the government needs the support of the violence agencies, how can he allow Zheng Xiong to drop the chain!
A double beep reminds Wei Baoqiang that even Zheng Xiong dares not to answer his own phone. After the unanswered answer comes from the other end of the phone, Wei Baoqiang suddenly leaves his mobile phone on the desk, gasps, picks up a box of Su cigarettes on the desk, and directly takes one out of his mouth.
However, the high-end lighter in his hand seemed to be in a mood, but it couldn't catch fire. Finally, Xing Xiangdong came over and took out his lighter to light his cigarette: "Wei Ji, why don't I go back to the bureau now?"
"Go and come back!" Wei Baoqiang twisted his brows and waved his hand directly.
Mass incidents are the last situation that all leading cadres are willing to encounter. It is very difficult to deal with them. If they are not handled well at one time, it is easy to cause bad consequences, ranging from affecting the reputation and prestige of leading cadres to directly causing obstacles to their official career and no way to promotion.
Of course, there will be one of the most serious consequences, that is, to investigate the responsibility of the leadership, the removal of the leader is small, and the double opening of the leader is small. If you really take criminal responsibility, you will have to go to the class room to have a meal in prison!Wei Baoqiang did not dare to take this risk, because he knew that if this matter was thoroughly investigated, he would not be able to escape the punishment of the law. If he even turned over the front account, it would be normal for him to go in for ten or eight years.
I feel chilly when I think of it. I subconsciously open the drawer. There is a group photo of my family, my husband and wife, my son and wife, and my favorite grandson. I don't know how they are doing in Canada? It's not easy to meet your family once if you don't have two passports.
After closing the drawer, Wei Baoqiang picked up two documents on the desk. These are the files of the two villagers who died on the spot in Xiaozhang village. One is in his forties, and the other is in his twenties. They are both in their prime of life. Among the people surrounded by them, there are their relatives. Fortunately, the bodies of the two people are in the mortuary of the hospital, and there are no relatives Let the villagers take it.
"These rascals!" Wei Baoqiang murmured in his heart. He leaned against the big boss's chair. He had a clear idea in his mind. Anyway, he cremated the body first, increased the amount of death consolation money, and quickly divided these gathered people. One was inducement, the other was coercion. When the time came, the public security and other personnel would go up and catch what they should catch and what they should boom!
Just as Wei Baoqiang was sorting out his thoughts, the door was knocked, and his secret carefully went into his head: "boss, there's something new here!"
Secret Liu Junhong has been with him for six or seven years, and he is the only one who can call himself the boss on this occasion. However, the boy's face is a little solemn. Wei Baoqiang suddenly claps in his heart. Is there any bad news?
There are more and more people. Before Sanfeng town government, there were at least seven or eight hundred people. The small square originally built for beauty had no stitches. In this conflict, the relatives of the injured people were in the front line.
All the administrative staff of the Party committee and the government of Sanfeng town are standing at the door. The cadres of Baocun village are holding electronic loudspeakers and constantly admonishing them. The mayor Lu Tianxiang has been back long ago, but I don't know what's going on. He just can't make a sound and is sweating.
"Punish the murderer severely and give me justice!"
I don't know which kind-hearted person, even from the town's advertising agency, hastily made a banner about eight meters long, eight big words, bloody display.
This is just a miniature. In front of the Wuting county government building, the square is even more magnificent, so it can accommodate more people. The villagers of Xiaozhang village with more than 1500 people, the onlookers from all sides, and even the police force have all shrunk back.
Wuting County patrol special police team, 80 people patrol special police team, all wearing kailav explosion-proof clothes, closed black riot helmets, in the big sun makes all the people sweating, sweat even down the eyebrow angle into the eyes, sour incomparable, but no one dares to put on a hand.
Because the atmosphere at this time is too depressing. In the face of a sea of people and people whose emotions can get out of control at any time, this group of 80 people is like a boat that can be knocked over by waves at any time. Even though all of them are carrying glass fiber reinforced plastic shields in their left hand and batons in their right hand, they still feel nervous and uneasy.
Around the square, the red and blue lights of the police cars are flashing, but there is no whistle. But the more the silent red and blue rendering, the more people feel nervous.
Now where can I go to find Hong Chen? In addition to the security checkpoints set up and the police scattered in Sanfeng Town, all the police forces shrink back and concentrate on waiting around.
Even the traffic police brigade came to join in the fun, trying to dredge the traffic, but the main road ahead is still congested, urgent is helpless.
The county Party committee and the government work in the same building. All the staff of the county Party committee office and the government office are standing in front of the door, taking pictures of the broad masses of the people with micro cameras in their hands.
The main leaders of the county's petition Bureau, dispatching center, stability maintenance office and Sanfeng town are all on the front line. Everyone is beating their drums in their hearts. In the 47 years since the founding of Wuting County, such a situation has never happened. It's just like the red guards entering the city in those years, which may cause riots at any time.
Xing Xiangdong, deputy director of the Public Security Bureau, was standing in Wei Baoqiang's office of the county Party committee. He went out from the window with his arms in his arms. His face was very serious and his brow was tight. He suddenly picked up the phone and dialed: "Xiao Wu, has the gun magazine been opened?"
"What? OK, I know. I'll call Zheng bureau now! Now go to the office and look for him! " Xing Xiangdong breathes out a long breath, and then dials Zheng Xiong's phone.
But the beep of the phone kept coming, hang up, dial another number, still no one answered.
"Zheng Xiong doesn't answer the phone?" Wei Baoqiang's voice came from behind. His face was very difficult. Even now his breath was a little different. He didn't understand why it had developed to such a state in less than an hour.
Originally, these are small things. They just need to pay some money. These people are easy to deal with. When they are in a hurry, they are directly detained for a few days. They are all honest. The only thing they worry about is Hong Chen.
But now, Hong Chen can't find it, and there's no negative information on the network, but his internal problems are breaking out. With the excitement of the crowd, a small event is likely to continue to become serious. Now he really can't sit still.
Picked up his cell phone, directly dial out, it is still Zheng Xiong's phone, now the government needs the support of the violence agencies, how can he allow Zheng Xiong to drop the chain!
A double beep reminds Wei Baoqiang that even Zheng Xiong dares not to answer his own phone. After the unanswered answer comes from the other end of the phone, Wei Baoqiang suddenly leaves his mobile phone on the desk, gasps, picks up a box of Su cigarettes on the desk, and directly takes one out of his mouth.
However, the high-end lighter in his hand seemed to be in a mood, but it couldn't catch fire. Finally, Xing Xiangdong came over and took out his lighter to light his cigarette: "Wei Ji, why don't I go back to the bureau now?"
"Go and come back!" Wei Baoqiang twisted his brows and waved his hand directly.
Mass incidents are the last situation that all leading cadres are willing to encounter. It is very difficult to deal with them. If they are not handled well at one time, it is easy to cause bad consequences, ranging from affecting the reputation and prestige of leading cadres to directly causing obstacles to their official career and no way to promotion.
Of course, there will be one of the most serious consequences, that is, to investigate the responsibility of the leadership, the removal of the leader is small, and the double opening of the leader is small. If you really take criminal responsibility, you will have to go to the class room to have a meal in prison!Wei Baoqiang did not dare to take this risk, because he knew that if this matter was thoroughly investigated, he would not be able to escape the punishment of the law. If he even turned over the front account, it would be normal for him to go in for ten or eight years.
I feel chilly when I think of it. I subconsciously open the drawer. There is a group photo of my family, my husband and wife, my son and wife, and my favorite grandson. I don't know how they are doing in Canada? It's not easy to meet your family once if you don't have two passports.
After closing the drawer, Wei Baoqiang picked up two documents on the desk. These are the files of the two villagers who died on the spot in Xiaozhang village. One is in his forties, and the other is in his twenties. They are both in their prime of life. Among the people surrounded by them, there are their relatives. Fortunately, the bodies of the two people are in the mortuary of the hospital, and there are no relatives Let the villagers take it.
"These rascals!" Wei Baoqiang murmured in his heart. He leaned against the big boss's chair. He had a clear idea in his mind. Anyway, he cremated the body first, increased the amount of death consolation money, and quickly divided these gathered people. One was inducement, the other was coercion. When the time came, the public security and other personnel would go up and catch what they should catch and what they should boom!
Just as Wei Baoqiang was sorting out his thoughts, the door was knocked, and his secret carefully went into his head: "boss, there's something new here!"
Secret Liu Junhong has been with him for six or seven years, and he is the only one who can call himself the boss on this occasion. However, the boy's face is a little solemn. Wei Baoqiang suddenly claps in his heart. Is there any bad news?
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