Huo Yunzhong said: "I didn't expect you to have so many enemies!"

Qishan smiled without answering him.

Huo Yunzhong's eyes fell on the bouquet of flowers on the bedside table almost at the same time as Qishan. The jealousy in Huo Yunzhong's eyes flashed a little, and he whispered: "What did she give it to?"

Qishan did not deny it and nodded, "She is a kind person."

Huo Yunzhong said: "Maybe for you, but for me she is cruel."

Qishan said: "We are very innocent, much purer than you think."

Huo Yunzhong said: "Mental cheating is even much more serious than * betrayal."

Qishan said: "There is a little bit similar to you and me."

"Huh?" Huo Yunzhong couldn't imagine what commonalities he had with Qishan. If he really wanted to say one, it was that they both fell in love with the same woman.

Qishan's answer was beyond Huo Yunzhong's expectations: "We don't know how to cherish it. It's not that we can't find happiness, but that we let happiness go."

Huo Yunzhong laughed, his eyes couldn't help but exhale anger. He stared at Qishan and said word by word: "You are the most despicable and shameless person I have ever seen."

Qishan said: "Everything is relative."

Huo Yunzhong said: "You can deceive others, but you can't deceive me. At Ding Zhaoyong's wedding, the drama was simply directed by you."

Qishan looked confused: "What are you talking about?"

Huo Yunzhong said: "This time I didn't break your brain. You deliberately released the news that Huiyuan had a lot of methamphetamine hidden, and drew a trap waiting for us to get in, so as to test our police. At the same time, it successfully provoked the conflict between Zhang Yang and us. This hand is very beautiful, killing two birds with one stone. Are you very proud?"

Qishan smiled and said, "You think of me too smart and also say that the police are too incompetent. Actually, I am not that smart, but you police officers are indeed very incompetent. My brother has been dead for so long, and the real murderer behind the scenes has not been found yet."

Huo Yunzhong was not angry by Qishan. He whispered: "No matter how careful a person plans things, they will reveal some flaws. You think you are very powerful, but you still did something that is 300 taels of silver here. Fake news can make us return without success. But it proves from the side that you must be related to some shameful things."

Qishan said: "So sure?"

Huo Yunzhong nodded.

Qishan said: "Do you have evidence? You are a policeman. Don't talk nonsense about things without evidence."

Huo Yunzhong said: "Do you believe that the net of heaven is vast and does not miss this sentence?"

Qishan nodded: "I believe that the cycle of retribution is unhappy!"

Huo Yunzhong stared at his eyes: "You will be retribution!"

"I'll wait!"

Huo Yunzhong stood up, unexpectedly grabbed the bouquet of flowers on the bedside table, walked out of the door with the bouquet, and then threw the flowers into the trash can at the door.

Zhang Yang originally planned to return to Binhai with Zhou Xingguo and Xue Weitong, but he suddenly received a call from Binhai. A typhoon is coming in the past two days. Zeus, the biggest tropical storm this year, will arrive in the waters near Beigang in the early morning tonight. Zhang Yang had known about this tropical storm before coming to Dongjiang, but the forecast at that time was that the storm would pass by fifty nautical miles away from the coastline of Beigang, which would not have much impact on the local area of ​​Beigang. However, the latest weather forecast shows that the tropical storm has changed direction and is very likely to land in Beigang, which will have a great impact on local production and life.

At present, all parts of Beigang have begun to take good care of this storm and actively fight against this storm. As the secretary of the Binhai Municipal Party Committee, Zhang Yang cannot stay out of the matter. He must return to Binhai before this tropical storm comes, organize and lead this struggle with nature.

Zhang Yang did not call Zhou Shanhu last year. He drove back to Binhai by himself. On the way, he had heard from the weather forecast that the tropical storm was increasing. The situation seemed to be getting worse and worse. Zhang Yang was also a little uneasy. He answered the phone number of Mayor Xu Shuangqi to ask about Binhai's preparations.

Xu Shuangqi said: "Secretary Zhang, don't worry, there will be more than a dozen typhoons of all sizes every year. Our cadres from all walks of life have already gained considerable experience in dealing with such natural disasters." His words were full of confidence, and he had a say in this regard than Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang said: "Lao Xu, I listened to the weather forecast of the Central Meteorological Observatory. This tropical storm seems to be very powerful. It moves eastward very fast, and the storm is showing a tendency to strengthen."

Xu Shuangqi said: "The weather forecast is not very reliable for now. In June, there was a typhoon, but it blew over as the typhoon was blowing. When I arrived in Beigang, I didn't land at all. I have lived in this area for more than 30 years and have not experienced a major storm. There should be no big storm in our geographical location. Just listen to the weather forecast."

Zhang Yang said: "Old Xu, you can't take it lightly."

Xu Shuangqi said: "I don't mean to say this lightly. We must pay attention to it strategically and despise it psychologically."

Zhang Yang said: "You hold a meeting of cadres and make them pay attention to this storm."

Xu Shuangqi said: "Don't worry, I'll have a meeting soon."

Zhang Yang raised his wrist and looked at the time and said, "I should be able to return to Binhai in five hours."

At this time, the North Port was still shining with sunshine. Xiang Cheng stood on the lighthouse of the New Port and looked at the sea in the distance. Next to him was Gong Qiwei, deputy secretary of the Municipal Party Committee. Xiang Cheng looked for a while and turned to Gong Qiwei and said, "It seems that today's weather forecast is out of order again. What about tropical storm Zeus? Not to mention the wind, there is not even a shadow of clouds. The sky is clear and there is no like a storm?

Gong Qiwei said: "I have someone to convey the disaster resistance notice issued by Secretary Xiang."

Xiang Cheng said: "The typhoon warning has been four or five times this year. Every time the wolf comes, the wolf comes. Our disaster relief notice is issued every now and then, but every time it is a false alarm."

Gong Qiwei still has some understanding of the climate in Beigang. He looked up at the sky and whispered: "Just in case, make enough preparations and prepare for the future."

While speaking, Xiang Cheng's phone rang again, but it was the head of Beigang Marine Climate Supervision Bureau who called and informed him that the typhoon would land in this evening and the center's wind could reach level 10. After listening to his report, Xiang Cheng hung up the phone and said to Gong Qiwei: "This time it may be true. If you log in in the evening, it is expected that the center's wind will reach level 10, and there will be heavy rain in some places. Please inform everyone and be prepared to deal with the disaster."

Gong Qiwei and Zheng nodded in a key position.

Xiang Cheng slowly walked towards the other side of the lighthouse, looking at Beigang under the sun from this angle. The colors were so bright. Xiang Cheng had feelings for the city. Outsiders did not know how much effort and effort he had put into the city. Xiang Cheng held the railing with both hands. A seagull rose from below and approached him, looked at him curiously, and then shone with its wings and landed on the railing not far from his left hand. The birds were not afraid of him. In fact, after Xiang Cheng served as the secretary of the Beigang Municipal Party Committee, he had ordered the people to protect local bird resources and strictly enforce fishing bans. Under such a government order, the birds and citizens established a good relationship. They were not afraid of people. A breeze blew, and the seagulls made two consecutive moves of shaking their wings in the sun, but their claws did not leave the railing. Xiang Cheng looked at the beautiful bird and couldn't help but smile a knowing smile.

The administrator of the lighthouse brought a small bag of feed. He often fed gulls here, so he used such actions to please the leader. Two reporters not far behind him were ready and were waiting to capture the wonderful scene of the municipal party secretary feeding seagulls.

Xiang Cheng smiled and shook his head, poured a piece of feed into his palm, his expression full of love, just like his father looking at his newly born child, he carefully poked his hand out. The seagull first raised his head and looked at him, then carefully stretched out his head and pecked the feed with his beak, but its movement stopped halfway.

A loud sound came from under the lighthouse, and everyone was alarmed by the sound. From below the lighthouse, thousands of birds flapped their wings and flew high. The bird's wings blocked the sky and the sunlight. The seagull, who was about to peck at Xiang Cheng's palm, also gave up the gesture of pecking and shook his wings hard, and then merged into the countless bird army like a silver light.

Only the person involved can feel the shock in his heart at this moment. The face of the lighthouse administrator changed. He has worked on this lighthouse for more than 20 years, but he has never seen such a scene today.

Xiang Cheng's face also changed. While the bird's wings blocked the sun, it also covered his heart. The secretary beside him ran over immediately. He raised his hands to protect Xiang Cheng: "Secretary Xiang, let's go in quickly!"

Facing thousands of hovering birds, everyone felt a little nervous.

Xiang Cheng smiled and tried to use a smile to show that he didn't care. He was still calm and composed. As the secretary of the municipal party committee, he should have such a courage, but suddenly a chill on his head, but no matter where the bird shit fell on his head.

The cameras in the hands of the two reporters kept shooting. Under such a natural wonder, the news instinct made them forget to be afraid.

Fortunately, the birds did not attack this group of people throughout the process. Apart from the bird shit that was free to fall, they did not cause any greater harm.

The group of people walked down the lighthouse and didn't bother to wipe away the filth from their bodies. They looked up at the sky. The birds flew higher and higher, and the blackness was like a dark cloud, moving rapidly towards the northwest.
Chapter completed!