Chapter 36 The Story of Wheat Wine

"Sister, are you alone?"

Sister Hong is from Chongqing. She speaks with a spicy accent and talks to the beauty in the suit.

The beauty in the suit is very cold and looks down on women like Sister Hong who are wandering around in the world.

Sister Hong didn't care either, and said with a sweet smile:

"There is a boss over there who wants to treat my sister to a glass of wine to show off her face."

The beauty in the suit was none other than Wei Na. She glanced at Meng Xing with a bit of disgust.

She didn't like this kind of rich second-generation young man. She rejected him several times, but in return she was given a hard time by Sister Hong.

Wei Na was afraid that this naughty bitch's endless entanglement would affect her plans for tonight, so she frowned and walked to sit next to Meng Xing.

What she didn't expect was that Meng Xing didn't strike up a conversation, but just sipped the wheat wine quietly.

Wei Na suffered from an occupational disease and glanced at Meng Xing.

There was a sarcastic look in his eyes, and Meng Xing's drinking of wheat wine was too artificial.

"Play hard to get? Childish trick."

Wei Na crossed her legs and looked at the crazy men and women on the dance floor in boredom.

Meng Xing glanced at Wei Na slightly and was already sure that this woman was the woman near the peak of power in Nanhai City, the director of the General Bureau.

He glanced at his watch, calculated the time, and finally started talking:

"You are different from ordinary women, you are very special."

What Meng Xing wants to do is to delay time.

Wei Na said with a smile:

"Then what kind of woman do you think I am?"

Meng Xing's mouth curved:

"A woman as strong as liquor."

The boss-like words made Wei Na feel sick to her stomach, and she said with a hint of sarcasm:

"Comparing wine to women? You don't even know how to drink wine. That's not how you drink wheat wine."

Meng Xing shook his head:

"This is the strongest wine, so naturally it has to be tasted well."

Wei Na felt that Meng Xing was being mysterious:

"How is the 18% alcohol stronger?"

Meng Xing drank half the cup and said:

“The liquor that has a story is the liquor.”

Wei Na felt that Meng Xing was about to start some tricks to pick up girls, so she shook her head and smiled:

"Appreciate further details."

Meng Xing asked:

“The money residents in the old city make in a year is not as much as those in power get in a day.

The bitter taste in this wheat wine probably resembles the stories of the residents of the old city. "

Wei Na's eyes were a little mocking.

To her, who is in a high position, these words sound like cowardly and useless complaints from people at the bottom.

This metaphor will only make her feel that Meng Xing's cultural level is not high.

The surprise inspection was not rushed, but there was some time to break up with Meng Xing.

From the perspective of her own director, she said:

"I don't think they are suffering much. Although the superiors get more, they also bear corresponding obligations, don't they?

You have to know that without the blessing of high-level officials, these people would not even be able to eat. "

Meng Xing raised the wheat wine in his hand:

"Do you know how wheat wine is made?"

Wei Na has lived in a honeypot since she was a child. How could she know about such rough things?

She smiled: "Please continue."

Meng Xing shook half a cup of wheat wine in his hand:

“Wheat seedlings need to be soaked, and after they germinate, they are placed in the sun.

People will make a plastic greenhouse for the wheat seedlings outdoors to protect them from wind and rain.

After three days, the malt is harvested for brewing.

The wheat seedlings will continue to grow, but unfortunately they will never grow big, because there is always a sickle waiting to harvest them.

Do the residents of the old city look like wheat seedlings, and do those in power count as sickles?

Tell me, is the malt wine in my hand strong enough? "

Wei Na's brows suddenly knitted together. This sentence was very crazy and evil.

According to the Ghost King Mask Man, he compared the superior to a butcher.

Are ordinary people just pigs?

After giving birth to batches of piglets, the New Year Pig will have to accept the end of being served on the table.

And their children start their lives over and over again?

Wei Na subconsciously retorted:

"It's not as good as you said."

Meng Xing took a sip of wine and said quietly:

“Residents in the old city still think they didn’t work hard enough until they die of poverty.

They should have spread across the fields like the golden color of autumn.

No one ever tells them that they will never grow up no matter how hard they try.

Because the sickle above them has even been thought about how the next generation will eat it.

So much so that the rich and powerful in Xincheng District eat so much that their brains are full of fat. "

As a high-ranking person in power, Wei Na felt a little embarrassed when she was exposed in this way.

He was obviously a strong man with A-level and eighth-level spirituality, but he was unable to fight back.

Where is this talking about spirits?

This is a complaint about the polarization of society over strong drinks.

Have you ever chatted with a beautiful woman like this?

Wei Na looked a little ugly:

"You tell stories like this to women in bars?"

Meng Xing glanced at his watch. It was almost time. He had been dragging Wei Na for a while.

Meng Xing stood up and apologized:

"Maybe I was drunk. I'm really sorry. My story wasn't good enough. I'll say goodbye."

After that, he left the second floor.

Wei Na secretly said something strange, took out her mobile phone, and sent a text message:

"Quick, act!"

Soon, the door of Rasputin's bar became noisy, and police officers rushed in with flashlights.

"Spot checks!"

"Turn on the lights, turn on the lights! The music is off!"

Sister Hong was a little panicked, what was going on?

I didn’t tell you about the inspection in advance!

She hurriedly went up to him and smiled flatteringly at Nie San, who was leading the team:

"Why did Director Nie come to the front line in person? Why didn't he tell me in advance so that I could prepare some good wine for you!"

Nie San greedily looked at the beautiful mature woman in front of him, and suddenly felt a chill. He looked up and saw that it was Wei Na on the second floor.

Nie San immediately became serious:

"Inspection, please cooperate!"

Sister Hong nodded repeatedly and organized the staff to cooperate with the security officers to inspect.

Half an hour passed.

Nie San walked towards Wei Na flatteringly:

"Leader, everything is normal."

Only then did Sister Hong realize that the beauty in front of her was actually the head of the Public Security Bureau!

Wei Na, who was observing everyone's expression, had her cell phone ring at this time.

She glanced at the text message, her face changed drastically, and her pretty face was covered with frost.

Wei Na walked down the stairs and asked Sister Hong with a sneer:

"Where is Zhu Dajun?"

Sister Hong said honestly:

"Mr. Zhu was injured, very seriously, and is still in the hospital."

Wei Na's eyes widened, and after a while she said:

"Go back to the East District Security Office."

In the police car, Wei Na couldn't calm down for a long time.

The East District Security Office caught fire.

Someone didn't want to investigate the bar by himself, so he set fire to the security office to force himself to leave.

"Leader, Sister Hong's information is here, provided by the informant, please take a look."

Wei Na took a look.

This Sister Hong used to have an unclear relationship with the Black Dragon Gang.

Because of this, Sister Hong, who was very capable at work, was arranged to work in the Rasputin Bar with poor performance, and was not reused by Zhu Dajun.

This matter was different from what she imagined, and she asked unwillingly:

"Is Zhu Dajun really injured?"

Nie San nodded:

"I checked it out. He was attacked by the Black Dragon Gang this afternoon and was seriously injured!"

Wei Na asked:

"Are you sure he was injured in the afternoon? How serious was his injury?"

Nie San nodded:

"Yes, he was sent to the hospital in the afternoon and was beaten into cerebral palsy."

Wei Na was stunned, cerebral palsy?

If so, the arsonist could not be Zhu Dajun.

And Zhu Dajun's accident happened in the afternoon, which was even more impossible.

Who was the arsonist? The person who burned the police station was the one who wanted to cover up Rasputin's secret.

Who else could this person be if not Zhu Dajun?

PS: I will add another chapter tonight, don't worry.