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Bang, gunfire reverberated in the empty field, old five in the moment of closing his eyes saw the blue smoke from the muzzle of the gun.

At that moment, old five first thought of orchid, thought of orchid soft and plump body, everything was over, there was a crystal clear tear drop from the corner of his eye.

Old five's body heavily hit the ground, bringing up a stream of smoke.

The scene was as silent as death.

Old five did not feel pain, nor did he feel his soul soaring, which made him a little strange, is this death, death does not feel so painful.

Old five slowly opened his eyes, saw a man standing in front of him, is Zhang Xiaojian, a hand extended, two fingers apart, fingers with a thing, is a bullet.

"Bullets." Old five suddenly jumped up from the ground and yelled, frightening everyone around him.

Vice Mayor Niu seems to have not come out of this incredible state a year ago, still maintaining his shooting posture.

It's not true that a man can catch a bullet. He emphasizes in his heart again and again that he must have hallucinations.

Vice Mayor Niu is going to try again to see if he is dreaming.

But before he had time to make a second attempt, he felt a sharp pain in his arm. Then he saw the arm with the pistol on the ground, brushing it as if it had been cut by something sharp.

Blood gushed out in a flash, and he could even hear the murmur.

"Vice Mayor Niu. It's not easy to meet you. " Zhang Xiaojian threw the bullet in her hand on the ground, and slowly walked to the deputy mayor of Niu. She said it word by word in a kind of creepy voice.

Vice Mayor Niu knows that this is not a dream, this time it is true, because the hunger pain on his arm makes him extremely sober now.

"Throw it in the car. Close up." Zhang Xiaojian said coldly. Then she sat in the co pilot's seat, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Hou Changwu has returned to the city, uneasy, frowning.

This time it's a flop. Vice Mayor Niu must have left. How will he live in the future.

His relationship in the city is particularly complex and intertwined. His diehard party will certainly not let him go. If he really can't, there is only one way to move and leave.

In the office, there was smoke. But Hou Changwu still smokes one mouthful after another.

The door was pushed open, and Zhang Xiaojian came in with a smile on her face, but she coughed violently by the thick smoke in the room.

"Man, are you ok?" Zhang Xiaojian pushed open the window, a light blue smoke from the window ghost floated out.

"I'm going to quit." Hou Changwu did not because of the appearance of Zhang Xiaojian and happy, is still a sad face.

"Vice Mayor Niu has it." Zhang Xiaojian leaned on the filing cabinet and said faintly.

At first Hou Changwu didn't pay attention. After a pause of two or three seconds, he suddenly understood. He jumped up from his chair, grabbed Zhang Xiaojian and asked, "what did you say just now? You say it again."

Zhang Xiaojian pushed Hou Changwu aside and said, "I tell you, vice mayor Niu has been caught."

"You're not kidding me, brother." Hou Changwu widened his eyes.

"It's in the information room. I don't believe you're going to see it yourself." Hou Changwu didn't wait for Zhang Xiaojian to finish speaking, then he ran out. He came back after a short time. He hugged Zhang Xiaojian and said, "brother, you are so capable. I will give you credit."

Zhang Xiaojian didn't think so. She laughed and said, "I don't go to work again. What's more, it's not all your command."

Hou Changwu was stunned for a moment and then laughed.

It's obvious that Zhang Xiaojian has sold him a great favor. People can't look up to such a great credit. It's really

Hou Changwu couldn't find any suitable words to express his gratitude to Zhang Xiaojian. He just patted him heavily on the shoulder.

"How did vice mayor Niu get it?" Hou asked.

Zhang Xiaojian explained how to let the fifth and Huang Yimao crouch in front of the city government, how to find the car of the vice mayor Niu, how they tracked them, and how they received the phone call. Listen to Hou Changwu as if listening to a wonderful story.

After Zhang Xiaojian finished, she walked out and said, "I'm tired. I want to go back to sleep."

Hou Changwu also did not stop, he knows, Zhang Xiaojian for fame and wealth these things look down on, also have no interest.

It's June 20, and it's the day of the high school entrance examination in another two days. For all the examinees and their parents, they all become nervous.

Children are worried that they will not live up to their parents' expectations and will not be able to enter a good middle school. Parents hope that their children will be able to give full play to their children and dare not put too much pressure on their children.

Zhang Xiaole sat in a daze under a dragon beard willow on campus. She was bored with endless exams and nagging all day.Those courses were too little for her.

She didn't know what was going on recently. As long as she read all the books and close her eyes, she could recall them from beginning to end.

The questions that the teacher asked in class, she knew that it was from the evolution of which knowledge point.

The political problem that usually bothers her most is not a problem at all, because the politics of the whole book has been in her head.

For Zhang Xiaole's change, teachers and students also feel incredible.

I can't see Zhang Xiaole reading books all day long, but I can see that she is painting when she is free.

And painting is also progressing very fast. In particular, recently copied out of a pair of Zhang Daqian's "autumn mountain painting", lifelike, has come to the situation of falsehood and falsehood.

Although their school teacher's level of traditional Chinese painting was not up to the standard, he knew a famous collector in the city, named Huangshi.

The old man is in his sixties this year. He is fond of collecting all his life, especially the autumn mountain pictures of Zhang Daqian. But qiushantu was a treasure. He just looked at it and didn't even receive a copy.

When Zhang Xiaole's art teacher saw the Qiushan painting she copied, her eyes widened in surprise because he could not see any difference at his present level.

Whether it is the brushwork, or the intensity of ink are impeccable.

So he asked Zhang Xiaole with some embarrassment and said, "girl, can you sell this painting to the teacher?"

Zhang Xiaole laughed and said, "I'm seeing you off. You didn't help me during this period. If it wasn't for you, I didn't know I liked painting so much."

If the teacher got a treasure, he would find someone to make it, and then he would mount it and hang it at home.

Who knows, Huangshi went to their house one day and saw this painting. He was surprised and had to pay a million yuan to buy it.