Because he was upset about Song Fugui's death these two days, Wang Musheng wanted to go out for a walk that afternoon.

So he gave Yan Yan some work, and then he drove to Kuaifeng to take the opportunity to see the progress of the scenic spot development.

But when he drove to the foot of the Mount Kuaifeng, his cell phone rang...

Suddenly, Wang Musheng was upset, but as the county party secretary and the top leader of Luchuan County, he was in charge of the entire Luchuan County town. So when the call came in, he had to see who called it, so he had to take out his cell phone and look...

Suddenly, when he saw that it was Song Chuyu called, Wang Musheng frowned in anger and thought to himself, it seems... Song Chuyu is really competing with me? However, after all, he is a leading cadre in the province, and I can't afford to offend him, and... It seems that the old guy Wang Zhenghai is putting pressure on me this time!

So he had to answer the phone and called him in a good voice: "Vice Governor Song."

"Where is it?" Song Chuyu on the other end of the phone questioned.

"Oh." Wang Musheng responded quickly, "That's right. I just came out of the county town. Now here is the Kuaifeng Scenic Area. I want to come over and see the development process of the scenic area."

"At this time, are you still in the mood to go to the scenic spot?" asked Song Chuyu on the other end of the phone.

After hearing Song Chuyu's words, Wang Musheng felt so depressed. He thought, what happened to me when I came to the scenic spot to see it? Could it be that because Song Fugui died, the entire Luchuan County Town was no longer operating?

But Wang Musheng thought that he had already competed with Song Chuyu twice before and had offended him, so he felt that he could not continue to compete with him, so he had to reply: "Vice Governor Song, isn't this... I'm upset about these things these days? So I wanted to go out and take a walk and see if the development of the scenic spot was going smoothly?"

"Then when will you come back?"

"We should be able to go back before 6 o'clock in the evening?" Wang Musheng replied.

"That's true, then when you come back, just come to Jinfuyuan to find me."

“…”

After hanging up the phone, Wang Musheng frowned again in depression and thought to himself, I don’t know... What’s the matter with this dog Song Chuyu this time?

Just as Wang Musheng was thinking about this, suddenly, for no reason, Jin Shiman called him.

When Wang Musheng answered the phone, Jin Shiman asked: "Does Song Fugui's death have anything to do with you?"

Suddenly, when he heard Jin Shiman ask this straightforwardly, Wang Musheng frowned and was stunned: "Why...you...have you always paid attention to this matter?"

"Don't ask these questions for now. Just tell me, does Song Fugui's death have anything to do with you?"

"Of course not." Wang Musheng replied.

"Really not?"

Wang Musheng smiled helplessly: "Why... Can even a big businessman in Luchuan County doubt me, the county party secretary?"

"Oh, I don't mean that!" Jin Shiman hurriedly explained, "It's just that this matter is very tricky. I want to help you, understand?"

"You help me?" Wang Musheng frowned in confusion.

"What? Did you, the secretary of the big county party committee, underestimate my ability?"

"No, no." Wang Musheng hurriedly said, "How dare I underestimate you, the richest sister in Luchuan County?"

"Come on. Don't tell me these sarcastic words. Since you say that Song Fugui's death has nothing to do with you, then I still believe you."

Wang Musheng frowned helplessly: "Whether you believe it or not, in short, Song Fugui's death really has nothing to do with me. Even I want to know who murdered Song Fugui? I wondered, what is this so-called task force doing? Is it a shit-eating? If you have the ability, go find out the truth. Why can't he always get along with me, the county party secretary?"

Jin Shiman on the other end of the phone suddenly heard that Wang Musheng seemed to be angry, so she hurriedly said, "Okay, okay! I believe you! Don't do this either! In fact... the so-called officialdom is like this, so I would rather do business than involve the officialdom!"

“…”

As soon as Jin Shiman's phone was hung up, suddenly, the provincial party committee reporter Wang Zhenghai called Wang Musheng.

Looking at the phone calls one by one, Wang Musheng was upset and thought, can't I be able to be quiet for a while?

But after all, this call was called by a big boss of the provincial party committee, so there was no way, so Wang Musheng had to answer it before talking...

When Wang Musheng answered the phone, Wang Zhenghai asked: "Xiao Wang, is it easy for you to speak now?"

Wang Musheng was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "It's convenient. Secretary Wang, just tell me what you have."

"Okay, then I'll just say it." As he said, Wang Zhenghai explained again, "Anyway, I know the relationship between my Wang Siyi and you. Let me tell you the truth. In my heart, I have long regarded you as my future son-in-law of Wang Zhenghai, so I won't hide some things from you. Xiao Wang, this time, I have heard a lot of discordant voices about Song Fugui's death. They all said that the festival between you and Song Fugui is the biggest, so... I think... can you tell me the truth, does Song Fugui's death have anything to do with you?"

"No." Wang Musheng replied upset.

"Really not?"

"Really not."

"Since there isn't, then okay, then I'll ask you, who do you think... might have done it?"

"I don't know this...I don't know either?"

"Who else did Song Fugui have a holiday with you?"

"I don't know this either?" Wang Musheng replied.

"That is,... you know nothing?"

"Yes."

"Okay, that's all right." As he said that, Wang Zhenghai changed the subject and said again, "Xiao Wang, actually... it's okay, it's okay to tell me the truth."

"Secretary Wang, I understand what you mean. But the death of Song Fugui really has nothing to do with me."

"But... there are so many voices who suspect that it is you, do you understand?"

After hearing Wang Zhenghai say this again, Wang Musheng was a little annoyed: "Secretary Wang, I say I understand what you mean, and I told the truth. Song Fugui's death really has nothing to do with me. What else do you want to do? Do you have to force me to take responsibility this time?"

"Okay, okay! Then, Xiao Wang, I won't talk about this for now! I believe you!"

“…”

After hanging up the phone, Wang Musheng felt so depressed. He thought to himself, it seems that the so-called backstage in this officialdom is just like this? Regarding Song Fugui's death, even the old guy Wang Zhenghai doesn't believe me anymore?

If Wang Siyi hadn't been protecting me indirectly, I guess this old guy Wang Zhenghai would have ruined me to death this time?

It seems that I have to rely on myself for everything? It seems that I, the county party secretary, is just like this?

However, one day I will sneak into the central government, and one day I will be my world...

Thinking of this, Wang Musheng even lit a cigarette in depression, took a deep breath, and then let out a breath of depression: "Huh..."

Then, he thought to himself, he didn't expect that Song Fugui, a dog, would be so troubled even if he died? No wonder he said that Song Fugui is not easy to deal with? It turns out... this old thing is really not built by his mother?

...

Originally, Wang Musheng planned to go to the scenic spot development site to check it out, but the calls made him upset, so he didn't get off the bus.

After staying in the car and smoking two cigarettes, he drove to the Z-Mansion of Kuai Town, hoping to inspect the work situation of Kuai Town.

When Wang Musheng had just parked his car in the courtyard of Z-business in Kuai Town, suddenly, Liao Youcai called him again.

Seeing that the phone was called by Liao Youcai, Wang Musheng hurriedly answered: "Old Liao, what's the matter?"

Liao Youcai on the other end of the phone said happily: "Secretary Wang, it's okay! Regarding Song Fugui's death, the case has finally been solved! We are all fine, so there is no need to be suspected anymore!"

Wang Musheng listened, but thought he had heard it wrong, so he frowned and asked, "Is it broken?"

"Yes, yes! It's broken!"

"Then..." Wang Musheng thought for a while, "Who was the one who murdered Song Fugui?"

"Hey..." Liao Youcai on the other end of the phone couldn't help but sneer, "Secretary Wang, you would never have thought of who murdered Song Fugui. We would have never thought of it."

"Who is that?" Wang Musheng asked again.

"A beggar on the street."

"What?!!" Wang Musheng was stunned, "A beggar on the street?!!"

"Yes."

"This... cannot be like this, right?!!" Wang Musheng couldn't believe it.

"Secretary Wang, no one of us thought of this. Everyone was surprised."

Wang Musheng listened and finally relieved his breath, and then couldn't help but sneer: "Song Fugui, Song Fugui, I guess even Song Fugui himself didn't expect to die at the hands of a beggar, right?"

"Hey..." Liao Youcai couldn't help laughing again, "Yes. I think Song Fugui must be very depressed when he died. Because according to the beggar's instructions, he was just to grab the lunch box that Song Fugui had packed. Song Fugui was anxious, so he took the action. Moreover, the beggar was really playing with flying needles. Because neither Song Chuyu nor Director Yu believed it, he asked the beggar to play flying needles. Wow, it was amazing."
Chapter completed!