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Chapter 194

Jinghai Prison.

Wang Yi looked at the thin Xu Jiang in front of him, without any fluctuations in his heart.

Just a tool man.

Excuses always come with action.

Wang Yi ignored Xu Jiang and focused on sketching on the drawing board.

It is different from the picture scroll given to Zhao Feng.

One is the picture of Xu Jiang standing in high spirits in Bai Jinhan, and the other is the scene of Xu Lei drowning. Although he has never been to the scene, he has seen the tape recorder.

Immediately, Wang Yi showed the two scrolls to Xu Jiang.

"You are lucky, and you should thank me."

"If I hadn't restrained Zhao Lidong outside and made him burnt out, otherwise, you wouldn't have the chance to talk to me now."

"These two paintings are for you."

After Wang Yi finished speaking, he didn't wait for Xu Jiang to open his mouth. After giving him the painting, he signaled the guard to take Xu Jiang away.

And he was still sitting there, pasted the rice paper on the drawing board, and continued to sketch.

Xiao Zhengguo, Du Jiang, Wang Chengzhu, Secretary Wang.

Wang Yi was no exception, and sent two paintings one by one.

This action is confusing.

There is no need for Wang Yi to explain to them that since he is a tool man, he should be a tool man.

Then, he left the prison.

Wang Yi's actions were naturally noticed by many people, and even those who were related could get his portraits, but no matter how much he looked around, he couldn't figure out why.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

As time passed, it became more and more speculative.

None of the most intelligent people understood Wang Yi's intentions.

On the contrary, it became more and more violent, and finally everyone knew about it.

When Wang Yi came to the cemetery of Tang Long and the others, they burned the scrolls respectively.

It is even more itchy and unbearable, eager to know what the purpose is.

The more elusive it is, the higher it will be.

Office of the Commission for Discipline Inspection.

Liu Chu unfolded the collected scrolls. He had no way to get them from the Municipal Bureau, but there were quite a few scrolls in the prison, so it was very easy to get one or two.

"What does he mean?" Liu Chu was confused.

Originally, he didn't care much about Wang Yi's painting. The file case that he had recently sorted out came to an end, and he planned to send the file to the province and wait for the next step.

But there has been a lot of trouble recently, and a painting was naturally produced.

The three cobblers are better than Zhuge Liang.

Liu Chu set his sights on the staff.

"I think it's supposed to be taunting?"

"Liu Chu, think about it. The people who received the picture scrolls were all brought in by Wang Yi. At his current age, although he usually looks mature and stable, there are times when his blood is hot. This will be a victory. The face output is very suitable for his age, right?"

"No, I think it should be a deterrent. I want to tell other people that it's best not to provoke him, or they will end up just like them."

"Could it be that you don't have so many ideas at all? Give it away if you want."

"Impossible. Based on our investigation, Wang Yi will not be lost for no reason. There must be deeper considerations, but we didn't expect it!"

"Liu Chu, it's not our business, is it?"

"That's right." Liu Chu came back to his senses, smiled and shook his head.

Wang Yi was not a public servant, and he was able to attract their attention entirely because of Meng Dehai, who caused too many troubles.

"Complete the information, go back to the province tonight, and wait for the next instruction."

"Yes!"

……

When Wang Yi heard these rumors, he smiled dumbly, as expected.

Being too pushy is not a good thing.

Because all eyes will be on you.

Anything you do gets attention.

This is also the reason why he deliberately wanted to cover up.

Even if there are loopholes, it's not a big problem.

Wang Yi sat on a chair on the balcony, watching the sunset outside, the wind blowing the leaves rustling, poetic and picturesque.

The hot tea next to him was curled up, and after taking a sip, Wang Yi slowly sketched the picture scroll.

Click.

at this time.

There was a sound at the door.

Wang Yi glanced at Meng Dehai in surprise.

Is the sun coming out of the west?

Still know how to go home?

"Uncle Meng, you are not in the city bureau, what are you doing back?"

Meng Dehai pondered, looking at the drawing board on the balcony thoughtfully, then changed into his slippers and walked over.

"The province has initially reached a unified opinion." Meng Dehai responded in a deep voice.

"result?"

"As expected, demotion and demotion!" Meng Dehai chuckled, "Other serious dismissals, mediocre demerits, minor warnings, of course, the proceeds of corruption must be handed over."

Pull out the radish and bring out the puree.

You can't beat them to death with a stick, otherwise the work will not be easy to carry out.

"Zhao Lidong is willing to hand over the proceeds of corruption?"

"He's the culprit, right? He's the heaviest offender. He's actually just degraded, and he's dismissed if the circumstances are more serious?"

Wang Yi smacked his lips.

Meng Dehai didn't speak, but just gave Wang Yi a meaningful look.

Immediately.

Wang Yi suddenly realized and didn't care.

After all, there are psychological preparations.

There are not many paths left for Zhao Lidong, and normal people know how to choose.

People are lost, people are lost.

There are people who lose their land, and people and places remain.

If Zhao Lidong wanted to keep his own money, there was a high chance that he would lose money and manpower.

Only by keeping people can we have a chance to earn them back.

Wang Yi didn't ask any further questions, and continued to draw.

"I heard that you have been making troubles recently, what can't you tell me?"

Meng Dehai stared at Wang Yi closely, and said in a deep voice, "Who is the child you drew?"

on rice paper.

It depicts a mischievous little boy standing under the goddess statue, lifelike, and in terms of painting skills alone, he is at the level of a teacher.

When Wang Yi heard the words, he paused and fell silent.

The breeze blew the curtains and made a rattling sound.

Only then did Wang Yi come back to his senses.

"Can I trust you?" Wang Yi asked seriously.

Meng Dehai frowned tightly and looked him up and down.

"If you don't even trust me, who else can you trust in this world?"

Hear this.

Wang Yi wanted to say that there are many people who believe in it.

Luo Tianhong, Tian Yang Sheng...

But he dared not.

"I'm just not reconciled."

"You should pay for doing something wrong."

"Why take it lightly?"

Wang Yi's tone was flat, as if he was talking about something ordinary.

But Meng Dehai heard the implication, and couldn't help pinching his brows.

I thought you really didn't have the temperament of a young man, but it turned out that you just couldn't see it in the past.

"You don't understand, some things are not that simple, he will not end well, don't show off for a while."

Meng Dehai pondered for a moment, then opened his mouth to persuade.

"I know." Wang Yi nodded calmly, turned around and said seriously: "So what?"

"I'm just an ordinary person, don't you, Uncle Meng, think I'm going to mess around?"

Wang Yi's attitude is sincere, but he secretly said in his heart, I won't mess around, but some people will.

"As for this kid, he's a friend's son, isn't he very good?" Wang Yi turned his head and continued to sketch the picture scroll, "I'm old, but I can't spoil him. He's going to have his birthday soon, so I plan to draw a picture for him."

Meng Dehai sighed.

Wang Yi always felt depressed.

It seems that eight cows can't pull out the things that are determined.

He is not a fool, how could he be fooled back by Wang Yi.

Although I don't know the specific plan.

But it will definitely be earth-shattering.

As for adventure?

What about the stability in the past?

Wang Yi looked outside. Under the sunset, it was infinitely beautiful. He sighed slightly, and his eyes showed a fierce light.

If he doesn't die, I don't feel at ease!

Unsettled!