The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Chapter 230 Am I a spy?
"When I saw the tomb, I couldn't help but burst into tears."

"Respect the mother who passed away and listen carefully to your son's words..."

Someone turned on the radio in Section Chief Jiang's office again, and inside it was singing the Peking Opera "The Legend of Zhu Hen" sung by teacher Yang Baosen.

The music played by teacher Yang Baozhong is clean and smooth, and Jing Hutuo's perfect fit makes the stringed instrument play like a plucked instrument, which is very pleasing to the ear.

Section Chief Jiang closed his eyes and shook his head to the beat, holding the orchid finger in his right hand up and down. Deputy Section Chief Lou, who was sitting next to the stove, looked at the touched chessboard and stared.

"Chief Jiang...!"

Seeing that the two people in the room didn't intend to ask at all, Li Feng opened his mouth and acted like you have to believe me.

Section Chief Jiang shook his head, retracted his orchid fingers, straightened his palms and turned them left and right.

"Don't say anything. We can see your kid's ability to do things, but he is also top-notch when it comes to getting into trouble."

Seeing that Section Chief Jiang was embarrassed to explain clearly, Deputy Section Chief Lou directly said what he wanted to say.

The two of them were wearing a pair of trousers, and they obviously didn't want to have anything to do with that department. Li Feng was also a little helpless, and it was even worse to show them the black notebook Zheng Chaoyang gave him just now.

I can't help but complain a little, this department is really casual, there is no assessment, no review, and they don't even ask whether they work voluntarily or not. When they come, they will be forced to do it, whether they want to work or not.

The key is, after working, I don’t know if I will get paid and have a good rest. Why should I accompany those bad old men who are half buried in the ground at such a young age?

"Okay, they are here to find you. As long as they are not cuffed, you can have some fun and work wherever you need to. Don't delay me from learning from my superiors!"

Deputy Chief Lou nodded in agreement, stroked his hairless chin, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Chief Li looking like he had been wronged.

"The right path in the world is subject to vicissitudes of life. You are still young and you cannot control some things. Lao Jiang, give it another try. I remember just now that your horse is not here. Start again, start again!"

After messing up the chessboard, Deputy Section Chief Lou rearranged it and greeted Jiang Xianda.

"A bunch of old guys, busy to death and idle to death, all like you, how can the country enter the four modernizations!"

Turning around and leaving the office, Li Feng kept muttering in his mouth. He looked at the people in the big office outside the door and stared at him.

"Whatever you are looking at, I'm talking about you. The chief and deputy section chiefs are worried about the transportation department and are working hard at night to seek development. Look at how free you are!"

After a mindless speech, Li Feng hurriedly returned to his office and locked the door without caring about their faces.

"Let's take a look. Is this thing really so scary? Lao Jiang doesn't even dare to ask."

Taking out the certificate Zheng Chaoyang handed him just now from the space, Li Feng licked the corner of his mouth and slowly opened it as if he was playing a penguin game to draw a lottery.

"Bah, investigator, I'm still a temporary one, bad, I've become a spy!"

As if he had drawn bad luck in a lottery, Li Feng threw the black notebook, which was only valid for one year, on his desk.

"There really is no such thing as a free lunch. If there is, then it's probably just the eggs from the cooking class!"

I don't know if a grasshopper jar and a temporary worker's identity are worth it. Li Feng stared straight at the black notebook on the table, feeling as if he had been sold and had to help Zheng Chaoyang count the money.

"If you want the horse to run, if you don't feed me the grass, I'll stay with your grandma."

He turned around and picked up the notebook in disgust and threw it into the space again. Anyway, he said that he would go over and "accompany" them when he was free. Whether he was free or not was not up to him.

After deceiving himself and others like this, Li Feng stood up, smoothed his hair in front of the mirror, and combed it into a middle parting, then shook his shoulders with satisfaction.

"Bang Bang~!"

"Dangdang, Li Feng, why did you lock the door again?"

Outside the door, there was a sound of pushing the door, but it didn't open, so these people shouted.

"Hey, Xiao Huang, the door lock is broken and we haven't had time to fix it yet!"

Looking for a random reason, Li Feng opened the door and watched Huang Yaqin come in with a suspicious look on his face.

"What are you looking for? It's just me!"

Seeing Huang Yaqin sniffing around the office like a dog, looking around a few times, as if catching a thief, Li Feng said helplessly.

Huang Yaqin might not believe it. Seeing that the window was closed, she pushed it open and saw that no one was squatting under the window sill. Then she turned back with satisfaction.

"Why did Uncle Zheng come to see you just now?"

Xiao Huang leaned against the window sill, put his hands behind his back, tilted his head, and asked Li Feng playfully.

Li Feng was stunned at this moment. What's the situation? Do you still know this person?

After hovering around Xiao Huang suspiciously for a long time, Li Feng rubbed his chin and asked cautiously until she rolled her eyes.

"You know him?"

"My dad knows him. He came to my house a few days ago to make a stove. He also came here a few years ago and brought a lot of food!"

Perhaps thinking of the hotpot mutton and other delicacies, Huang Yaqin's eyes curved into a crescent moon and she said happily.

After finishing speaking, he exposed his neat teeth at the corners of his mouth and ground them back and forth.

"No, can you still play like this?"

Li Feng had a question mark on his face. He didn't know why Zheng Chaoyang went to their house for a visit. It's not like that. As soon as he left, Xiao Huang ran up to him. Did he drive a nail into his side? ?
"Well, Xiao Huang, let me ask you, if, someone, that is, if, for example, someone asked you to work for nothing without paying you, would you do it?"

Taking Huang Yaqin's arm and pushing her down on the stool, Li Feng sat back on his desk, supported his chin with his hands, looked into her eyes, raised his eyebrows and asked.

Huang Yaqin blinked her long eyelashes, and after holding on for only two seconds, she was too embarrassed to continue looking at each other, avoiding the affectionate gaze of the number one in the capital, and became stunned.

"Hey, let me ask you something!"

He slapped her hand up and down in front of Xiao Huang, who was obviously in a daze, and finally brought her attention back.

"Oh, oh~, if you don't get paid for working, it depends on who arranges it!"

Xiao Huang lowered his voice and said a little shyly. After speaking, he secretly glanced at Li Feng.

"Hi~! Your Uncle Zheng, you want to use me in vain, he is a bad guy, capitalism is not so exploitative, right?"

Seeing that Huang Yaqin was obviously lost in fantasy, Li Feng took out the peony and reluctantly lit a cigarette.

"He, he ordered you, no, he asked you to take me to Red Star Commune on weekends, saying there is something fun there!"

Huang Yaqin rubbed the corners of his clothes, his cheeks were a little red, and he muttered in a low voice like a mosquito buzzing.

"Good guy, what a good guy, so he is waiting for me here!"

Although the little girl's voice was relatively soft, Li Feng did hear her clearly.

Holding the cigarette in his hand, Li Feng's lit cigarette fell directly from his slightly parted lips. Li Feng quickly picked it up from the table and blew the ashes on the desk.

"Well, how about not going!" "Bang, what are you telling me?"

Huang Yaqin slapped Li Feng's desk with his palm, causing the ashtray to fly up. The short Huang Yaqin got the strength from nowhere and grabbed Li Feng's collar.

"Well, let go first, no, I'll move the weekend things first!"

Seeing the loud banging on the table, people in the next office were startled to watch the fun. Li Feng's claws were numb now, and he pressed his hands downwards. With a sincere look, he put on the posture of a negotiator and let everyone know first. The lady let go.

"What are you looking at? I haven't seen any quarrel!"

Huang Yaqin nodded with satisfaction. After letting go of his hand, he smoothed the wrinkled collar and shouted to the crowd watching the excitement outside the door.

"Gudong~!"

I don't know if it was the sound of Li Feng swallowing and spitting, or the sound of people watching at the door swallowing and spitting. Anyway, the people outside the house just dispersed.

"What you did today is wrong. I am the leader. Why are you arguing with the leader?"

After closing the door, Li Feng tugged at the corner of his clothes and looked at Huang Yaqin with a serious face. Does this little girl want to change the world? Who did she learn from such a fierce temper?

"But this is what Uncle Zheng told me. My dad said that Uncle Zheng is a police officer, so you have to listen to him!"

Huang Yaqin didn't panic at all. She picked up the chicken feather as an arrow, raised her index finger, and waved it left and right, as if you don't want to fool me.

"Well, you know what he does. Could what he asked us to do be a good thing?"

Seeing that he couldn't persuade her, he didn't know whether the little girl didn't understand or was a master at pretending to be confused. Li Feng helplessly spread his hands and tried to persuade her.

"Public Security, it's not like you haven't caught bad guys before!"

Seeing Li Feng covering his head feebly and lying on the table, Huang Yaqin laughed out loud, and the two of them were now at odds with each other.

Hitting his head with his palm, Li Feng straightened up from the table. Looking at Huang Yaqin's little fox-like smile, he knew that she was also a bad guy. She was Zheng Chaoyang's "accomplice" and a thug who squeezed out his remaining value.

"If I had known earlier, you might as well have gone to a transportation company and become a conductor!"

Li Feng rolled his eyes and took another cigarette in his mouth, thinking about what reason to strike.

"What did you say?"

Listening to Li Feng's muttering, Huang Yaqin took out a small notebook from somewhere and wrote it down.

"Hey, what do you remember?"

Seeing the little girl's silent expression, Li Feng poked his head over and took a look.

"On XX, XX, 1961, Li Feng said, I might as well go to the transportation company!"

"Did you take my words as MZX's and made a special trip to write them down?"

Not knowing that this little girl was so vindictive, Li Feng was dumbfounded and wanted to open the first few pages and take a look.

"Go away, what are you looking at? Is the girl's diary meant for you to read?"

Huang Yaqin quickly closed the small book with quick eyes and hands, put it back in his pocket, curled his lips and said dissatisfiedly.

"Well, you can't remember what Uncle Zheng told you, and you can't see this thing. I'm here to remind you not to make mistakes!"

Putting on a distressed look, Li Feng stood up, with one hand behind his back and the other hand, gritting his teeth, nodding at Huang Yaqin.

"I know, I didn't remember that. It's Sunday, and I don't know how I'll get there by then. Red Star Commune is so far away that my buttocks will shake."

As if remembering the distance, Huang Yaqin frowned and rubbed his buttocks, probably thinking of the difficulties he would face later.

"Then don't go!"

"Uncle Zheng finally came back and arranged such a few things. I even brought you a pack of cigarettes. You can treat it as Uncle Zheng's!"

After saying that, Huang Yaqin stood up, stood on tiptoes, and flicked Li Feng's middle parted head.

"Your hair is combed weirdly. It looks like a man doing it, or playing basketball. What kind of barber cut it? It doesn't look good!"

"I went to the Shigejie Commune to ask Hu Delu to give me a fashionable hairstyle!"

"Hu Delu, don't go to him for haircut next time!"

Tilting his head, Huang Yaqin stuck out his tongue with satisfaction and took two steps back as he watched the middle-parted head being pushed aside again.

He casually found a line from a TV series and then excused himself. Seeing his hair turn into a messy chicken coop, Li Feng slumped down on the chair without any strength.

"Well, Xiao Huang, exchange cigarettes for cigarettes, exchange tea for tea, exchange sincerity for sincerity. Let me ask, what is your dad's job?"

Li Feng looked at Huang Yaqin eagerly, feeling a little weak in his momentum. Li Feng still chose to stand up, put his hands on the table, and asked the question that had been buried in his heart for a long time.

Huang Yaqin scratched her chin unladylikely, as if thinking seriously, blinked her eyes cutely, and bit her lower lip.

"My dad, my dad is my dad. Oh, I still have something to do down there!"

After saying that, he ran away. As the two long braids disappeared from sight, Li Feng's outstretched palm dropped helplessly.

What else can be done? Lao Zheng is basically on the same level as Lao Hao. In other words, the direct leader might be the political director.

Since they are friends, Xiao Huang and his father are almost the same, so I can't afford to offend him.

Shrinking his neck and letting out a long sigh, Li Feng bared his teeth and scratched his scalp.

"Chief, the assessment is over and all the papers have been marked. I estimate that you can almost enter subject two!"

At this time, You Haoran placed the papers and the report of good results on Section Chief Li's desk.

Li Feng looked at the paper, held it by the corner, and flipped through a few pages. That's all. He still had to do the work here. There must be a road to the mountain. Zheng Chaoyang could just ride a donkey to read the songbook.

"That's not bad. Has Li Xuewu passed?"

Thinking of the prickly head, Li Feng frowned. Hard persimmons cannot be pinched, but soft persimmons cannot be pinched.

"I just took a look at his side. After this time, please stop taking another look!"

You Haoran didn't know where Li Xuewu had offended his unit chief. Seeing him in a bad mood, he weighed it up and found the paper.

"Forget it, just pass it, subject two, keep an eye on this guy!"

"Commander, I'm afraid we don't have enough cars!"

At this time, Zhang Dashan opened the door and came in. He threw out a new problem with a happy face. He looked at the two people in the room with cold faces, looked at him, and touched the back of their heads.

(End of this chapter)