"Brother Cheng, don't you need my help?"

Obviously, after learning the inside story, Lin Queer's heart also became bigger. In addition, he was very gambled, so Cheng Kong asked him for the little money and played mahjong and fired a few shots. How could he be satisfied?

The most critical question is that Lin Queer knows what director Cheng Kong is. Although she doesn’t know which unit she belongs to, as long as she checks it later, would she be afraid that she won’t find it out?

Therefore, Lin Que'er felt that she had seized the handle of two officials, one was Fu Chun raising a lover outside, and the other was Cheng Kong in front of her.

Lin Que'er had done such a thing before. No matter how old the official is, after being caught, he would send a few anonymous letters and send the money to the designated bank account when he was intimidated.

Otherwise, how could that little salary and dirty income support Lin Que'er to play 200 mahjong?

"No need, remember, don't make this public."

Cheng Kong was now completely focused on Fu Chun, and he didn't hear the threatening meaning implicitly in Lin Queer's words. He waved his hand and prepared to ask the waiter to check out the bill.

"Brother Cheng, if things are done, I will throw the matchmaker aside, right? If this matter is spread, you have wide shoulders and can stand it, but I have narrow shoulders and can't bear it."

Lin Que'er gritted her teeth, stood up, and said gloomyly.

Cheng Kong was stunned when he heard this. Why did this sound wrong?

But after the turn, Cheng Kong understood, hehe, this kid is threatening me.

Is the matter spreading? Is it you guy who wants to spread the matter?

Cheng Kong smiled and said, "It's all brothers, why bother like this? Sit down and say slowly. The waiter will help me, another cup of good tea, the most expensive one."

He sent the waiter who came to collect the accounts and sat down. Lin Que'er, who was already obsessed with greed, thought Cheng Kong was afraid, so he couldn't help but feel calm and sat down. It seemed that this transaction was done, and the next question was how much it cost for the first time.

"Brother Cheng." Lin Que'er was about to speak, but who would have thought that Cheng Kong pressed his right hand on his shoulder. Lin Que'er suddenly felt a huge force coming. Not to mention standing up, even if she wanted to speak, she was suppressed by this huge force and could not speak.

What made Lin Queer feel the most cold was that Cheng Kong poked the index finger on the table with his left hand. After retracting it, a hole the size of a finger appeared on the table.

Just as Lin Que'er was about to kneel down and beg for mercy, Cheng Kong took his right hand back and looked at him with a smile: "Lin Que'er, your Brother Cheng is in a bad mood, so don't cause trouble. If something happens, it will be bad."

Lin Que'er felt that her legs were weak. She had seen cruel people, poisonous people, honest people, and treacherous people, but she had never seen a finger that could poke a hole in the table.

"Brother Cheng, I was wrong. I don't want the money I received."

Damn, this is the real version of a martial arts master. In the past, I saw martial arts masters on TV and thought it was a fake, but today I saw it. If I poked this finger on myself, I wouldn’t have lost half of my life?

"It's okay, the money is your labor income, hold it safely. As long as nothing is spread outside, you will be fine. If something is spread, hehe, do you understand the consequences, right?"

Cheng Kong didn't care about that much and directly took this matter to Lin Que'er.

Lin Que'er was stunned when she heard this. Didn't the urban management know about this? Why was it my fault to spread it? But sitting in front of Cheng Kong, he really didn't dare to say that, so he could only nod honestly. His finger had already scared him.

The more Cheng Kong was underestimated, the more Lin Que'er thought about it, for fear that he would anger Cheng Kong accidentally, and there would be a few more holes on his body. He was not the kind of hob meat, and he was still a guy who cherished his life.

After leaving the teahouse, Cheng Kong went to buy a point-and-shoot camera. He didn't know much about taking photos, so he used a camera with a simple function.

At night, Cheng Kong turned off his phone and squatted on the top floor of the building opposite the woman early.

The floors of Jinxiu Community are not high, so you can easily observe the entrance of the opposite building from the direction of Chengkong's squatting site.

The woman came back before seven o'clock in the afternoon, alone, walking while holding a text message with a lowered hair, a smile appeared on her face. After returning home, she closed the door, and even the balcony was not exposed.

Cheng Kong squatted until eleven o'clock in the evening, but did not notice Fu Chun.

No, this kid is really honest?

Cheng Kong doesn't believe it. If a dog changes to eating shit, he will not be a dog.

After putting away the camera, Cheng Kong went downstairs and did not walk through the gate. He avoided the security and surveillance and flipped out of the community wall. Of course, even when he came in, he did not walk through the main gate.

If you do such a thing, it is easy to have problems if you miss the situation through the main entrance.

Where did this guy Fu Chun go? Cheng Kong thought about it, found a telephone booth, and called Lu Xiaofei's house.

"Hello, I'm Fu Chun, who are you looking for?"

The one who answered the phone was Fu Chun.

"Ah, I'm looking for Wang Dajun, is he here?" Cheng Kong then pretended to be happy and asked in a voice that changed its voice.

"You called the wrong one." The phone hung up, but Bu Cheng Kong still heard the sound of Lu Xiaofei asking on the phone.

It seems that I have become honest at home.

In Cheng Kong's opinion, this must be a temporary solution. I'm afraid that when he becomes the mayor, he will immediately find the woman to have a tryst.

No, if he really becomes the mayor, taking his photos will probably not be of much use. How can it play a punishment role?

Cheng Kong immediately came up with an idea, the only problem was that it was too late today and could only be implemented tomorrow.

After returning home and completing the plan in his mind, Cheng Kong slowly fell asleep.

The next day, after getting up and standing on the roof for a while, Cheng Kong sent a text message to Murong Xue, full of stingy words, but Cheng Kong regretted that Murong Xue's text message did not come back until he arrived at the Shuilong Township Government compound.

Calculate the time, maybe it has arrived at the Li family. Maybe there is no time to reply to text messages. Cheng Kong secretly comforted himself and entered the office.

"Wang Yalan, have the materials that Township Mayor Tang need to write?"

"Xiao Wang, this is your formal review form. You can fill it out carefully and give it to me tomorrow."

"Xiaojun, go to the agricultural technology station to urge them. Have their "Technical Guide to Prevent Pigs from Preventing Plague" been written? The agricultural technology publicity week will begin next week."

After a while of busyness, Cheng Kong finally arranged the office work and had a little free time. He made a cup of tea for himself, and then took the tea and walked towards the country.

Thanks to the three fellow Taoists of Xiao Feilong Sword, Wood Modification, and Sammo2005 for their rewards.
Chapter completed!