Restart the Flying Age

One stone stirred up a thousand waves!

　　 What the crowd of onlookers who don't talk about it for the time being, at least the victims who hold dichlorvos in their hands, heard Wu Tao's words, and suddenly a new hope was ignited.

　　 "Go, go to Secretary Gao!"

　　 "We have been arguing for such a long time and he hasn't appeared. He must have been hiding."

　　 "Go to his house to find..."

　　 When the father and son strolled home on their way home, Wu Binghua lit a cigarette and wondered: "You just said ten days, didn't you think too much?"

"Dad, if you can endure not drinking pesticides for ten days, the probability of suicide will be greatly reduced. I am not worried about these publicity victims. I am worried about those who did not show up. The grief is greater than the death of my heart. , People who really want to die will not be so noisy..."

　　 Many people commit suicide by drinking pesticides in previous lives.

　　 Wu Binghua's body was shocked, isn't it the reason? But he still couldn't help asking, "After ten days, what if the noisy people come to our house?"

　　 "I have my own arrangements for this, dad, don't worry."

　　 Looking at his son's self-confident look, Wu Binghua immediately thought of the key, "You confessed to Song Zhuang for a long time that day. Is this because of this?"

"Hey-hey"

　　 Know the father Mo Ruozi!

　　 When he got home, Song Qiao had already waited for him with a basin of clean water, "Come here and wash your hands, just now my dad got all the pesticides on your hands!"

　　 Careful and meticulous.

　　 Wu Tao rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll do it myself."

　　 "No, I'll come. What if you get poisoned if you don't wash it well? Your brain is the critical time for school."

　　 Seeing that Song Qiao was too anxious to use it, Wu Tao had to put his hand in the basin and let the other party play with it.

　　 Because of long-term work, Song Qiao's hands are dexterous and slender.

　　 In order to remove the residue of dichlorvos, she rubbed every inch of the skin of Wu Tao's hands in every detail, so meticulous, I don't know, she thought it was deliberately taking advantage.

　　 "Sister Qiao, it's almost..."

　　 "No, wash it again!"

　　 Okay, washing is healthier.

　　 changed three pots of water in a row, until Wu Tao's fingers were bald, and Song Qiao let go of his hands.

　　 The next morning, three poles in the morning. Wu Tao just got up to wash, and walked to the kitchen to see that the bottom of the pot was a fragrant polenta porridge, steamed with yellow pancakes in oil, and it was still warm.

　　 The five-inch large bowl was filled with a large bowl, holding it in one hand and the pancake in the other. He squatted toward the gate of the courtyard, took a bite of the pancake, and feasted on the porridge.

　　 Da Hei approached him with the smell, was glared by him, and slumped next to him obediently, but from time to time he looked at him with that longing little eye.

　　 Grandpa is in the wicker chair in the yard, holding a novel, watching fascinatingly.

　　 Not right, the house is too quiet. Turning around, Xiaojiang and Heidan are not there, no wonder.

　　 When the food was fragrant, Zhang Huilan came back from the outside happily, "Son, why did you eat this? There are scrambled eggs with green onion in the small pot. Didn't you see? I'll serve it for you."

　　 "No, Mom, so much is enough." Wu Tao changed the topic, "By the way, Mom, what's so happy?"

Zhang Huilan proudly said: "Isn't it the face you gave to my mother? Now I am in the village, that status is no worse than that of the secretary and his wife. Whoever sees me has to be polite. By the way, I praised me for raising a good son, thinking deeply... …"

　　 The old man’s voice came from the courtyard: “I’ve said it a long time ago, the clear ones are clear, you don’t believe it! The mediocre people disturb themselves~"

　　 "Fine, Dad, I'm a mediocre person." Zhang Huilan said, walking into the courtyard, "You are like your grandson, you are foresight and things are like gods, are you alright?"

　　 "Ho ho..." The old man chuckled softly and didn't say a word, but the expression was very clear: you count your interest.

　　Paper cannot contain fire.

　　 Three days later, the fund-raising fraud in Liyuan Village was placed on the Standing Committee of Beijiang City.

　　 400 deceived farmers, mainly from Liyuan Village and neighboring villages.

　　The amount involved in the case is as high as 500,000, which has reached the standard for major criminal offences.

　　 After all, in 1995, 500,000 is really not a small number.

　　Because in the rural areas of Beijiang, although food and clothing have been solved, they are not well-developed, so let's not talk about the well-off family. Even ten thousand yuan households are rare.

　　 Beijiang Public Security Bureau set up an 11.9 task force, and was ordered to solve the case within a week and recover the fraudulent funds.

　　 There is no doubt that the longer the time, the more scam funds are squandered, and the less likely it is to be recovered.

　　 However, after many days of investigation and visits by the task force, it turned out to be totally clueless.

　　 Xu Aiguo's relatives who may have taken refuge in all of them have been under control, and the result is nothing.

　　 These days, car tickets are not connected to the Internet, and there are no cameras everywhere. If you want to find someone in the world, it is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

　　 In this way, some people will inevitably have to sit on the wax.

　　 The seven-day deadline is up. If there is no result, the case will be reported to the province and enter the office meeting of the provincial government.

　　 At that time, it will be in big trouble.

　　 It is very likely that someone will be unable to go further because of the follow-up effects of this matter.

　　 Finally on the sixth night, Wu Tao sent An Rong downstairs, but didn't mean to leave.

　　 An Rong Qiaoran turned around, "Are you still okay?"

　　 "Hmm!" Wu Tao nodded, "I have something to say to Uncle An."

　　 went upstairs and entered, Gu Jin greeted him enthusiastically. Hearing that he was looking for An Dingguo, he casually called Lao An.

　　 "Oh, is Xiao Tao coming?" Andingguo walked out, reading the documents in his hand~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Wu Tao went straight to the point: "Uncle An, I have clues to the 11.9 big case."

　　 An Dingguo suddenly came to the spirit, throwing away the literature, "Really?"

　　 Although he was not in charge of this matter, the person who was in charge was a member of the Standing Committee, and he was the one he needed to draw in for the promotion to the deputy.

　　 "Of course." Wu Tao said boldly: "I have been sending people to stare at Accounting Xu, and even his escape route is clear."

　　 "Then why don't you directly tell the task force that there is a reward of 5,000 yuan for the bonus." An Dingguo doubted.

　　 Gu Jin took the lead and kicked her husband and said, "Will Xiao Tao miss that little money? What does he mean, you still don't know?"

　　 An Dingguo will get through at one point, and he rubs his hands excitedly: "Xiao Tao, now I don't know how to thank you, Uncle."

　　 Wu Tao said frankly: "Uncle An, Aunt Jin, in fact, I also have selfish intentions. I don't want the villagers to know that I am involved in this case, so as not to get used to causing trouble to my family whenever something happens in the future."

　　 "Anyway, uncle has to thank you."

　　 That night, three groups of vehicles from the task force drove to Jinling all night to carry out arrests.

　　 Finally, within 7 days of the deadline, Xu Aiguo who absconded to Jinling with the money was captured.

　　 The news reached Liyuan Village, and after a meal in Ten Miles and Eight Townships, they returned to Wu Tao.

　　 "It's really amazing. If you say ten days, it really means ten days, not many days, but not many days!"

　　 "Isn't it? I'm a child prodigy!"

　　 "If my son is half as smart as he is, I will burn incense~"

　　 "You want to be beautiful..."...