Three days later, May 11, the 34th year of the Yun Kingdom.

The fourth floor of the External Relations Department.

In the office of Room 13, director Qi Hemin is processing documents.

But Jong Zhenghee and Jung Kwan-young walked in together.

"Oh, why are you two coming?" He was a little surprised.

"Bang--"

A file bag was thrown on Qi Hemin's table, and Zheng Junyao stood there and said: "Jing Ruolin's case summary. What about yours, are you writing it?"

"nonsense?"

Qi Hemin glanced at him, then picked up the file bag on the table: "Your?"

"Yeah." Zheng Junyao dug his ears: "There is a detailed list of victims and survivors inside. Of course, most of the living people were taken back by their families, and a few constrained bodies have been buried. According to the Ministry's intention, the relevant compensation will be distributed by the Inspection Department and the Police Station, and the specific implementation will be supervised by the Civil Affairs Department. I guess I will have nothing to do."

"And mine." Zhong Zhengxi also took out a copy and placed it in front of Qi Hemin: "The relevant investigation information is all inside, and there is also a report of evidence."

"No, what do you two mean?" Qi Hemin was stunned for a moment.

"Of course you hand it over together!" Zheng Junyao seemed a little surprised: "This is led by your thirteenth room!"

"We are the ones who take the lead, but there is no need to summarize the case, right?" Qi Hemin raised his head and widened his eyes.

He bumped into the file bag in his hand, as if he had thought of something: "Oh~"

"I know! You two know that General Manager Li is not in a good mood recently, so they dare not hand it over. They want me to go to this thunder, right? OK, you two guys, don't see it. You guys are good at shirking skills!"

"Don't say that." Zheng Junyao held the table and bent down and blinked: "Best, I'll ask you to Ji Yaju if you have time!"

"You treat me?"

"certainly."

Qi Hemin didn't believe it.

This guy's private life is extremely chaotic. The salary he earns is not enough to spend it himself. Can he have the money to invite him to spend in such a expensive place?

Don't be funny about him?

"Hey, don't look down on me this time." Zheng Junyao shook his head in a daze: "We don't have time to go around in the future, just tomorrow night, how about it?"

Qi Hemin was suspicious: "Why not today?"

"If you have something to do today, I can't get out!" Zheng Junyao raised his eyebrows and gave him an expression you know.

Qi Hemin curled his lips.

No need to think about it, this guy must have gone to Yeye Shengxiao again!

"Then brother, please be a little bit, so I'll take a step first!"

As he said that, Jung Junyao raised an eyebrow at him, greeted Zhong Zhengxi, and then hummed a little song, put his hands in his pockets, and left in a hurry!

It seems like someone is waiting for him!

Qi Hemin was stunned and murmured to himself: "Is this guy so excited?"

"Maybe they're getting rich, so they're happy!" Zhong Zhengxi said with a smile.

"Get rich?" Qi Hemin was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "I said why did I suddenly become so generous? I guess I really got rich, otherwise I would be willing to invite me to Jiyaju? This guy! But something is wrong, what else can he do? Could it be that he is betraying male sex? Don't you have done something wrong?" He looked suspicious.

"Okay, you care so much!" Zhong Zhengxi cursed: "You are not his father!"

"If I were his father, I would have to beat this prodigal son to death!" Qi Hemin stood up and began to clean up the documents on the desktop: "But Lao Zheng died too early. If it weren't for this, could Zheng Junyao take over his shift?"

After hearing what he said, Zhong Zhengxi's smile was restrained: "Maybe it's fate."

"Do you believe in your life?" Qi Hemin looked at him and couldn't help but hold his mouth: "This is not what you said. When Lao Zheng took you, you looked like my fate was in my mind! Haha!"

Thinking of the naughty green at that time, he couldn't help but laugh.

Zhong Zhengxi did not laugh, but shook her head instead and said, "I was too young at that time. A newborn calf was not afraid of a tiger. Now I can't do it anymore. I'm already forty-three, and the children are all older!"

Qi Hemin knew that he had a son who was said to have a heart disease.

"What's wrong with Forty-three? I haven't heard of it. A man has forty-one flowers!"

"What flower?"

"Tofu flower!"

"screw you!"

The two beat and scolded for a while, and Jong Zhengxi left.

Qi Hemin looked at the summary files left by the two, stood there quietly, and then silently lit a cigarette.

Half an hour later, he took three summary of the case and knocked on the door of General Li's Office.

"General Affairs, this is a summary of Jing Ruolin's case!"

"Put it where to put it."

The office is filled with smoke and the light is dark.

Li Zhengshu sat on the chair and looked out the window. Qi Hemin only saw his back!

"good."

Putting down the file, Qi Hemin lowered his head and gently closed the door.

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4:30 pm.

A dark-skinned and tall young man put down his shoulder pole and placed the basket of rattans on the steps by the roadside.

The basket is covered with black coconut the size of a sea bowl, covered with a layer of mugwort.

The young man squatted beside the basket and didn't yell. He just stared silently at the distance, his arms drooped, and his arms extending from his shoulders looked dark and long.

There is also a symbol engraved on it, the number fourteen!

"Hey? You're coconut, are you cooked?"

This period of time is the peak of the street crowd, and there are a lot of staff on and off work.

Most people are a little strange when they see this place, because it is not common for vendors who dare to set up stalls on the streets of Tangning Road these days. After all, this is a gathering area for government departments, embassy locations, and trading banks. In such places, the patrol inspections of police stations are extremely strict, and most vendors are not allowed to set up stalls here in private.

But some women just ignored these things. They surrounded them with interest and looked at the vine basket curiously, feeling a little surprised, because the coconuts in this season seem to be immature. Could it be any special variety?

The young man didn't speak, but just silently picked up a knife on the basket, a knife that looked a bit like a fish bone!

He flexibly turned the knife in his hand with his five fingers. His dark and slender hands grabbed a coconut like a chicken. The knife flew around, and soon the hard skin of the coconut was shaved cleanly, revealing the white flesh inside.

The young man inserted the grass stalks and handed them over as a straw.

The woman accidentally saw the young man smiling, and only half of his tongue was left behind in his slightly cracked lips.

She shook her body so scared that she turned pale, and she subconsciously clenched her colleague's hand.

The young man didn't realize it and handed the coconut over with a bright smile.

The colleague beside him was also slightly stunned, but then he pulled her arm. The woman came to her senses, bit her lip, and woke up, and nodded apologetically.

She took it carefully and tried to take a breath.

It tastes weird, but it looks pretty good.

Her eyes lit up and she said, "It's delicious." The woman next to her bought one to try, and the two of them were chattering and talking.

Most of the people around here are young employees in their twenties, mostly women. Seeing that the two of them looked like they had encountered good things, the small stall was suddenly crowded. Not long after, two large baskets of black coconuts were seen.

In a panic, a cowhide bag fell into the basket, but it was not known to many people.

The young man just glanced at it, looked cold, and waved his hand to cover a thick layer of mugwort.

The group of people gathered around a place and soon attracted the attention of street policemen.

Someone separated the crowd and saw the vendor setting up stalls on the steps.

"Who allows you to set up a stall here?"

The serious tone overshadowed the sound of everyone's discussion, and the crowd was slightly stunned and suddenly became quiet.

Several policemen stood in front of the stall in black clothes and carried guns.

Some employees who didn't want to cause trouble left one after another, and a few fearless guys stood by and watched the excitement.

The policeman ignored these passers-by, but stared at the dark-skinned young vendor with a serious face.

This person doesn’t look like a native of Yun Kingdom!

Facial features are too obvious.

The young vendor lowered his head and silently packed the vine basket, as if he turned a blind eye.

Seeing that the other party did not answer, the police officer frowned.
To be continued...