Although he didn't get along with Wang Zhijun for a long time, Liu Ziguang knew very well that this brother was definitely a good buddy worth making friends with. If something happened to his family, as a brother, he had to lend a helping hand.
I took out my mobile phone and dialed Wang Zhijun's number, and it was the same as the previous few times, but the response was still "The user you dialed has turned off the phone, please try again later".
Liu Ziguang hung up the phone, with a worried face, and asked the colleague, " Aren't you from Zhijun's hometown? Do you know his home phone number?"
The colleague shook his head: "His house has never installed a telephone."
"Then do you know the address of his home?"
"Although we are in the same county, the distance is quite far. The township where Zhijun is located is quite remote, and I have never been there."
"That being said, I have to check it out. I seem to remember that there are copies of everyone's ID cards in the company files. I will go back and look for them. I will drive to the countryside tomorrow and go to Zhijun's house to see what happened."
Then he asked Ma Chao, "I'll take a long-distance trip with me tomorrow to Nantai County, which car would you like to drive?"
Ma Chao said: "Nantai County builds roads all day long, and the digging is messy. Let's drive a Jetta. It is solid and can walk on bad roads."
"Well, you can drive to the hospital to pick me up tomorrow morning."
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The TV station, the office of the news department, Jiang Xueqing sat on the sofa angrily, and the bald director sat behind the desk and looked at her with a smile: "Xiao Jiang, haven't you figured it out yet? "
"I can't figure it out. How could such a good show be killed? What's wrong with it?" Jiang Xueqing shook her head and pouted, her angry look made the bald director feel distressed.
"Xiao Jiang, this is what the leader of the station means. You have to understand. As journalists, we have to promote the main theme." The bald director walked over with a coffee cup in his hand, sat down on the couch, adjusted his glasses , looking at her subordinate with concern, Jiang Xueqing sat leaning forward with her cheeks supported, a large snow-white area was exposed on the back of her low-waisted trousers, it was shocking, the director's eyes were involuntarily attracted to him, a child who had long lost passion His heart also began to pound wildly, as if he was pretending to be a deer.
"Isn't folk heroes worthy of promotion? The leader of my stand took the wrong medicine." Jiang Xueqing was like this little girl. When her temper came up, her mother and father would not recognize her.
"Well, of course it's worth promoting, but everything has to be prioritized. The main theme now is to promote public security heroes and models. Others can be put aside for the time being. How about it? It's getting late today. I'll invite you later. Have supper, let's discuss this issue carefully." The bald director said with concern, and moved his butt a few centimeters to Jiang Xueqing's side.
"I don't have an appetite, I don't want to eat, so I'm leaving first." Jiang Xueqing stood up suddenly, turned her head and left, her little butt wrapped in low-waisted jeans swayed from side to side, exuding a youthful atmosphere, which made the old director's heart flutter.
This little girl is just a fresh rose with thorns and dewdrops, the bald director admired in his heart, and at the same time, he was also considering whether to go back to Jinbihuihuang to extinguish the evil fire in his heart.
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Early the next morning. Ma Chao came to the hospital in a white Jetta. Liu Ziguang had gone back to the office last night to get a copy of Wang Zhijun's ID card. Together with Wang Zhijun's colleague Zhang Jun, the three drove to Nantai County together.
When leaving the gate of the hospital, Liu Ziguang hid under the back seat and did not dare to look up, because the emergency room was near the gate, and it would be bad if Fang Fei saw him sneaking out.
"Brother Liu, who are you hiding from?" Zhang Jun was puzzled.
"It's nothing, I'll lie down and rest." Liu Ziguang looked sloppy naturally.
The Jetta filled up its gasoline and headed south. After leaving the urban area, it drove another 40 kilometers. The wide asphalt road finally came to an end and was replaced by a dilapidated concrete road. Because the road suddenly became narrow, the traffic stopped here. At the bottleneck, several large trucks are blocking the intersection, and a long line of private cars and minivans behind them are honking their horns desperately.
At this time, the superiority of the horse's superiority over the man's driving skills was shown. With a turn of the steering wheel, the Jetta rushed directly to the field on the side of the road, drove forward for tens of meters along the field ridge, saw a gap and returned to the road, and then rushed left and right. Suddenly, they got out of the car formation in less than five minutes.
Before I could breathe a sigh of relief, the front was blocked again. The cement road was in disrepair for a long time, and a large area was cracked and collapsed. Now it is half closed for repairs. There are a lot of vehicles blocking the front, and I can't move a step for a long time. Thanks to Ma Chao , I turned the steering wheel and went directly to the lane under maintenance, dexterously avoiding various obstacles, and when I drove to the front, it turned out that the reason for the road blockage was not only due to maintenance, but the traffic police set up a checkpoint to intercept large trucks. There is no road car that is not overloaded these days, so catch one.
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A traffic policeman who was issuing a ticket looked up and saw the Jetta driving out of the closed area, and immediately pointed at Ma Chao and shouted: "Jetta, stop!"
As soon as Ma Chao stepped on the accelerator, the Jetta fled away with a roar. The traffic policeman's Chang'an Bread was blocked by a large truck and couldn't get out. He could only watch the Jetta slip away, furious and helpless.
There was a burst of laughter in the Jetta, and Liu Ziguang patted Ma Chao on the head and said, "You can do it, if you have a chance, you can sign up for the Dakar Rally or something, yes."
Ma Chao smirked twice: "I'm just playing around."
Continue to drive along the dilapidated concrete road, and now there is no traffic jam, but the road surface is so bad that even a master like Ma Chao has to slow down to avoid big pits one after another. The 100-kilometer journey still took two hours to reach Nantai County.
Contrary to the dilapidated roads, Nantai County is neat and orderly, with high-rise buildings and tall coconut trees planted beside the two-way six-lane asphalt road. This made Liu Ziguang a little surprised. Jiangbei City belongs to the temperate zone. It is a tall tropical tree. After a closer look, it turns out that the coconut tree has a concrete trunk and plastic leaves.
"This is the new city of our county. How about it? It's beautiful. This is the county court, this is the county public security bureau, and this is the county procuratorate." Zhang Jun, who was traveling with him, proudly pointed to the tall and majestic buildings in the distance, Introduced to Liu Ziguang.
"Oh my god, isn't that the White House?" Ma Chao exclaimed, pointing to a huge white European-style building beside the road.
"Hey, that's the county party committee building, it's spectacular." Zhang Jun said.
"Well, it's spectacular, awesome." Liu Ziguang and Ma Chao said in unison.
The Jetta car passed through the city and continued to go south. The address of Wang Zhijun's ID card was No. 7, Zhuwangzhuang Second Team, Dahe Township, Nantai County. This Dahe Township is located in the most remote corner of Nantai County. It has been in disrepair for a long time, and there was a little rain two days ago, so the road has become muddy. Thanks to the Jetta, if it is a Honda Accord with a low chassis, I am afraid that I will lie down.
Until around twelve o'clock at noon, the muddy Jetta arrived in Dahe Township. Today is the day for the market, and the town is crowded with people. Liu Ziguang and others are not in the mood to go shopping, so they ask for a three-wheeled motorcycle on the side of the road. The route of Zhuwangzhuang, then drove away.
Zhuwangzhuang is five miles away from the town, and it is a short drive away. This is a typical village in the Central Plains. Various slogans are painted on the outside of the earthen walls: If you want to get rich, build roads first, have fewer children and grow more trees; Don't forget the well digger when you drink water, don't forget the party when you get rich; if one person gets a vasectomy, the whole family is honored; to buy appliances, come to Furong Commercial Building in the town.
There is also the crumbling mud house, covered with thatch, no one lives in it, and the faint old slogan on the outer wall can still be seen: Long live Mao.
The village is lined with green trees, beside the thatched stacks, cattle are grazing leisurely, dogs of various colors are running in groups, big black pigs are wandering leisurely, and a peasant woman with a child on her back sits at the gate Sitting in the sun, the old man in the washed gray old military uniform looked at the dusty white Jetta with curious eyes.
Liu Ziguang got out of the car, and enthusiastically called to an old man who was passing by a dung picker, handed him a cigarette and asked, "Uncle, where does Wang Zhijun live?"
The old man put the cigarette on his ear and pointed to the distance: "Nantou, the house under the big locust tree is there." Liu Ziguang thanked him, and wanted to get in the car, when a dirty little boy ran by the side of the road and volunteered: "Are you looking for Principal Wang? I'll take you there."
As soon as Liu Ziguang heard it, he got the child into the car and guided Ma Chao to the south of the village. After a while, a lush big pagoda tree came into view. The front is a two-story rural earthen villa with yellow glazed tiles, cement walls and colorful mosaics. Beside it is a small yard made of earthen walls. The small bungalows and narrow yard are dwarfed by comparison. Like a beggar curled up next to a burly man.
The child pointed to the courtyard with an earthen wall and said, "This is Principal Wang's house." Then he opened the car door and ran to knock on the door: "Principal Wang, you have visitors."
The courtyard door opened, and there was a woman in her thirties, wearing glasses and plain clothes, who looked a bit like Wang Zhijun in facial features. The child saw her and shouted, "Hello, Teacher Wang."
The woman adjusted her glasses, touched the child's head, and looked at the Jetta suspiciously. Liu Ziguang got out of the car and said, "Sister, we are Wang Zhijun's colleagues, let's come and see him."
"Oh, it's the second brother's colleague, come in quickly." The woman hurriedly beckoned them into the yard.
The three of them got out of the car and entered the yard, only to realize how poor Wang Zhijun's family was. The low-rise house must have been decades old, half of which was made of soil and half of bricks. There was a small pigsty in the yard, but there were no pigs in it. , only a few chickens were eating.
A gray-haired old man came out of the main room when he heard the noise. He was wearing a white-washed Chinese tunic suit, with reading glasses on his face and a pen in his hand. He looked like a rural schoolteacher.
"Father, this is Er Hai's colleague from the city." The woman introduced.
"Hi, Uncle, we are Zhijun's colleagues and friends. We haven't seen him since he was injured. This time, we came here specially to visit and brought some small things. It's a kindness. Don't be polite, Uncle." Liu Ziguang said , indicating to Zhang Jun and Ma Chao to put down the presents, two barrels of Arowana blend oil, a bag of fruit, and two large boxes of VV soybean milk powder.
"Oh, rare visitors, old lady, quickly move some chairs out, you are really, come here as soon as you come, and take things." The old man warmly greeted Liu Ziguang and the others to sit down.
Wang Zhijun's mother was a peasant woman in her fifties. She came out of the house with two stools. When she saw a visitor, she looked happy. But Liu Ziguang, who was careful, noticed that the old man's eyes were red, as if she had just cried.
The three sat down, and Wang Zhijun's sister poured tea for them before they started talking.
"Uncle, where is Zhi Jun?" Liu Ziguang asked.
There was silence in the yard.