Quan Xingguo wandered around for a whole morning, and after paying a deposit of 3,000 yuan and booking two batches of mountain goods, he found out where the building materials used for the maintenance of the Zhang family ancestral hall came from.

He was very careful this morning, and his whole appearance was also very professional. He was an authentic image of a nouveau riche in the township. He was straight for a suit, bright tie, white hiking shoes, and his hair was as slippery as a dog lick. He was introduced by the grocery wholesaler from Xiuwu, Lin County, and Boss Guo from Xiuwu Chengguan Street, personally, and there would be no problem with his identity.

Some things about the Zhang family were all in the chat of business. Quan Xingguo accidentally teased him. He would not say the second sentence if the listener answered or not. He took such indirect and painstaking efforts to understand the maintenance of Funiu Town and the Zhang Family Ancestral Hall.

Funiu Town is indeed extraordinary. Nearly half of the residents of the surname Zhang account for, and they are all related to their relatives. They are truly a big surname and a big family.

That's not all, the number of large enterprises in the town is controlled by Zhang. Quan Xingguo never expected that in such a mountain town with a population of only 10,000, there were as many as five township enterprises with an annual output value of more than 100 million yuan, and the largest one had an output value of over 500 million yuan, which was incredible. Moreover, these enterprises, without exception, had cooperatives with town government backgrounds to participate in and hold shares.

Originally, Quan Xingguo thought that there were a large number of cadres surnamed Zhang in the three major functional institutions in the town, but the situation was completely opposite. The town mayor and deputy mayor were not surnamed Zhang, and even the town party committee secretary was not surnamed Zhang, but the name was Niu Qimeng. Only the top leader of the town people's congress was called Zhang Shuigen. He was a sick man who had to cough for a minute after walking a short distance. He was about to retire after taking the year. It can be said that the top leaders of the main power agencies in the town were not surnamed Zhang.

Quan Xingguo couldn't believe it. This was not in line with the actual situation and was logically far-fetched, but it seemed very reasonable. He was afraid that he would be misled by hearing, so he pretended to be wandering around. As a result, he glanced casually on the public notice board in the town hall of the town government. As expected, there were very few main administrative personnel with the surname Zhang.

This time, Quan Xingguo was really confused. The main rights and economic relations in the town seemed very simple on the surface, but gave him a very complicated feeling. The man surnamed Zhang controlled the main enterprises but made no achievements in politics. It was a very idealistic political-business relationship. The ideals were a bit unreal. Is this true?

The Zhang family seems to be very brainless and is dedicated to making money, but they do not require any political progress. Now even a singer knows how to be a member of the National People's Congress and gain political capital. Entrepreneurs surnamed Zhang are either just obsessed with money and have no time to care about others, or their morality and cultivation are too low, which limits their political development and is difficult to activate.

If this is true, it is a blessing for Funiu Town, but I am afraid that these people are all traitors and evil people who are superficial and hypocritical. So what kind of terrible things will be covered up with such appearance? Quan Xingguo was suddenly shocked and felt uneasy.

Quan Xingguo hurriedly glanced at the Xingda Building Materials Store on the roadside, and walked away quickly without stopping. Most of the materials used for repairing the Zhang family ancestral hall came from Xingda. The owner of this store was surnamed Zhang, and he was also of the Gen generation, named Zhang Xigen.

The workers who entered the Zhang Family Ancestral Hall were all from Xingda. If you don’t explain it in detail, these people are naturally surnamed Zhang. The above is the limit of the news that Quan Xingguo can learn. He is sure that if he makes further requests, it will definitely be exposed.

But when Quan Xingguo returned to the hotel, he was surprised to find that Tao Meng was missing. The tables, chairs and utensils in the room had not been moved, and his luggage was intact as before. There was no sign of fighting. A note was pressed under the bedside table. He was shocked after seeing it. "Zhang Zhihui asked me to meet at Xifengyitai in the town. The situation was urgent."

The note was indeed Tao Meng's font. Was he so anxious that he didn't even have time to send a message? Zhang Zhihui is the son of Zhang Jiugen. It seems that his whereabouts and identity of Tao Meng have been exposed. It's ridiculous that he still deceived himself and thought he was very cautious. Maybe since the instructor broke into the Zhang family ancestral hall at night, the other party was always thinking about how to prevent or even retaliate. The risk of self-entering this time was extremely high. The instructor was most worried about this and also formulated a corresponding plan, but the other party's move was unexpected.

That's good, it's better to be brighter than to cover it. The dignified 'router' is still afraid that you monsters and monsters will be able to do it?

Quan Xingguo was so arrogant that he quickly packed up his weapons and equipment, and then briefly edited a message button to the instructor in Funiu Town. However, the sending failed. Quan Xingguo scolded himself for his pig's brain. He should have thought of checking the mobile phone signal, but the other party blocked the signal near the small hotel without knowing it.

Saving the information, Quan Xingguo rushed downstairs quickly. He originally planned to ask the time when Taitao Meng left, but thinking about how many secret whistles the other party had arranged were staring at him, so he took a big step and went out directly.

Going out of the store, going to the right, the road leading to the west end of the town. Quan Xingguo suddenly slowed down and bought a pack of cigarettes in a small shop on the street. He took the opportunity to pay to check his phone. The signal was full. After sending the message to the instructor, he sent a message to the reservation number as agreed, and then lit the cigarette and went out.

The shop owner was silly, but the smile on his face was as cold as a poisonous snake hiding in the dark. Quan Xingguo exhaled a long sip of smoke and walked away with a smile.

Twenty-five kilometers northwest of Funiu Town is Zhangjiaji, which is a mountain town that is half smaller than Funiu Town. It is not an independent administrative town and belongs to Hekou Township, Nanshan County, Xishan Province. However, it is also densely populated and quite prosperous. Half of it is affected by the light of Funiu Town. There are many shops on the small streets, which are very lively.

The instructor dressed in a mountain man squatted beside his motorcycle, his broken straw hat was tilted against his head wrapped in white cloth, enjoying the warm afternoon sunshine, his hands full of calluses and cracks were clumsyly fiddling with a broken phone, occasionally showing a hint of obscene smile and baring his brown and yellow smoky teeth. He had just received a report from Quan Xingguo, but his dark and vicissitudes of face was calm, and his seemingly trembling fingers quickly typing a line of words while moving.

"Gu Jian, report your location."

"Ten kilometers west of Funiu Town."

"Run to Fengyitai, the western suburbs of Funiu Town immediately, and Quan Xinggong will contact you."

After receiving the affirmative reply, the instructor sent another message, "Xu Wen, how is your situation there?"

"Damn it, the sky is full of yellow sand. It's been two days, the map is wrong, right?"

"Patient, meticulous, and bold."

The instructor turned off the screen, whispered his phone with both hands, then carefully put it in his arms, stood up, stretched, stepped onto the motorcycle, hummed an unknown country tune, and rode away slowly.
Chapter completed!