Chapter 936 Turn Over

Luo Yao didn't drink too much, and no one forced him to drink in his own home. He was a relative, so he always had a sense of propriety.

It's hard to get drunk once.

However, Luo Yao was a little depressed. Although he didn't drink much, not even half of his usual amount, he was still a little groggy.

Fortunately, he had a bowl of longevity noodles on the table before eating, otherwise, he might have become drunk again tonight.

Send Wen Zishan and others away.

Gong Hui helped Luo Yao lie down on the bed, took off his coat and shoes, and covered him with a quilt.

"How are you? Do you want to cook you a bowl of hangover soup?" Gong Hui leaned down and asked Luo Yao.

"No, just talk to me for a while." Luo Yao said with his eyes slightly closed.

"Okay, what do you want to say?" Of course Gong Hui was willing to be alone with Luo Yao like this. She wanted to get into this man's heart, but she always felt that there was a barrier. She couldn't explain what it was.

"We are born from the same roots, so there is no need to rush into mutual conflict."

Gong Hui immediately understood what Luo Yao was talking about, but there were some words that she was thinking about but couldn't say out loud. If she did, it would be a disaster.

Gong Hui's hometown is Harbin, and she has known some White Russians since she was a child. These White Russians escaped from Soviet Russia.

In their eyes, the "Soviet Communist Party" was like a devil, and she was inevitably affected by it.

When she got a little older and had her own independent cognition and judgment, she discovered that this White Russian was not a good person, and had done many bad things in Harbin. Of course, there were not no good people in White Russian, and there were also those who were coerced here. of ordinary people.

On the contrary, they had a more objective understanding of the "Communist Party". Later, when she lived in Peking with her father, was admitted to the police academy, and then joined the military, she did not seem to think too much about her own beliefs.

She did not doubt her own beliefs, but sometimes she found that these people who had the same beliefs as her did things that were different from what they said.

As time went by, she no longer cared. She just felt that it was enough to do her own thing well, and she couldn't control others.

As a woman, what can she do even if she has lofty ideals? This world is still dominated by men.

Finding a man you can rely on is far better than those illusory things. Beliefs, doctrines, everything is empty.

Only men and families are the most real.

"Brother Yao, you are the man that I, Gong Hui, recognize. No matter what you want to do, I will support you." Gong Hui reached over, gently touched Luo Yao's cheek, and said softly.

A man should have the world in mind, and a woman should be the one behind him, making the family run smoothly so that he has no worries.

"Xiao Hui, go get the painting that Mr. Dai gave me." Luo Yao sat up with support.

"Okay." Gong Hui nodded, walked over, and took the painting Dai Yunong gave him from the study into the room.

"Open it."

Gong Hui responded, opened the box, took out the scroll inside, untied the body from the scroll, and slowly opened the painting.

A horse, head held high, galloping on the vast grassland, with towering mountains visible in the distance. Although Luo Yao doesn't know how to paint, at first glance, this painting is very good, especially when the horse is galloping. The expression was drawn.

After looking at the signature, I found it was written by a man named Ma Boyong.

"This painting is a work of Mr. Ma Boyong, a master of horse painting in the north. Brother Yao, this painting is worth a lot of money." Gong Hui said in surprise.

"Really?"

"Of course, when I was in Peiping, I heard someone say that someone asked Mr. Ma for a painting and offered him three thousand oceans!" Gong Hui said.

"What does Mr. Dai mean by giving me this painting?" Luo Yao did not value the value of the painting itself, but the real meaning of Dai Yunong giving him this painting.

On his birthday, Dai Yunong would not give him such a painting for no reason. There must be a special meaning in the painting.

"This horse is a rare good horse in terms of height, body shape, and demeanor. Mr. Dai probably means to praise you as a thousand-mile horse for the military commander."

"Really?" Luo Yao expressed doubt.

"You, don't think too much, Mr. Dai has been kind to us," Gong Hui said.

"Well, of course I remember Mr. Dai's kindness. Even if I am a little wronged, it doesn't matter, but we can't just be wronged and say nothing. It's okay if Mr. Dai makes us feel a little wronged, but it can't be the same for others. ." Luo Yao nodded.

"Mr. Dai, would you like me to explain it to you?"

"Don't go. The more you explain to me, the worse it will be. Let's put it objectively." Luo Yao shook his head and said.

"All right."

"Put the paintings away." Luo Yao ordered.

"Aren't you going to hang it up?" Gong Hui said, "I see there is no decoration on the wall in your study, but this painting happens to be quite good."

"No, hanging such a good thing on the wall will shorten the life of the painting. Put it away, hide it, and just take it out when you want to see it first." Luo Yao said.

"That's true, it would be bad if the thief takes notice." Gong Hui nodded, rolled up the scroll and put it into the box.

"By the way, everyone has given gifts, what about yours?" Luo Yao stretched out his hand.

"I have prepared it for you a long time ago." Gong Hui rolled her eyes at him, "Wait."

Gong Hui went back to her room, and soon came in with an exquisite small mahogany box, handed it to Luo Yao and said, "Didn't your lighter let the tiger escape? I've customized a new one for you."

Luo Yao said in surprise: "Xiaohui, you still feel sorry for me. This guy Tiger has been staring at my lighter for a long time. We bought it when we were in Hong Kong. We are used to it. This guy went to Hong Kong and before getting on the plane, he actually Just let me go, if this kid comes back, I won't take care of him."

"A lighter doesn't cost much, just give it to him if he likes it." Gong Hui said, "Besides, this is not something you are used to."

"I'm just too spoiled with him, that's why I let him be so presumptuous." Luo Yao snorted, "Let me see what the lighter you gave me looks like?"

"Flamidor? Imported?"

"Well, it's a French brand. When I was shopping last time, I saw this brand and thought they made good lighters, so I ordered one." Gong Hui said.

Luo Yao said in surprise: "This lighter must be produced in France and then shipped over, right? It won't take half a year to get back and forth?"

"Um."

"You placed the order half a year ago?"

"I didn't want to give you a gift on your birthday, so I just thought of this." Gong Hui explained.

Luo Yao couldn't laugh or cry, but he was also moved. Gong Hui had kept his birthday in mind half a year ago and wanted to give him a birthday gift, but he had forgotten his birthday. This was a great irony.

"I like this gift very much. I will keep it for the rest of my life. I won't let that guy covet it anymore."

"If he dares to attack, I will chop off his claws!" Gong Hui's pretty face flashed with murderous intent.

Luo Yao was amused by Gong Hui's expression.

"Let me get you a glass of water."

"Um."

After drinking, I was indeed a little thirsty.

…

Early the next morning, Luo Yao and Gong Hui went to the military technical room first, and then took a bus to the city together.

"I'll go find Sister Xing first and buy something." The two separated at the door of the department store, and Gong Hui made an appointment with Sister Xing to meet here.

Luo Yao is going to the Military Police Headquarters.

"Deputy Director Luo, Chief He, please come in." Luo Yao waited for a short while, and He Guoguang's adjutant came over and asked him to come in.

"Commander He." Luo Yao was not familiar with He Guoguang and was not his superior, so he addressed his position in an unflattering way.

"Deputy Director Luo's name, I have heard about it a long time ago. Please sit down." He Guoguang stood up to greet him, and extended his hand to shake Luo Yao's heart warmly.

"Thank you, Commander He. I heard that the case between Yan Feng and Xiao Shizi has come to an end." Luo Yao sat down and asked.

"Well, these two cases caused a sensation in the city. They had a great impact and caused a lot of passiveness to the government. Deputy Director Luo, your contribution is not small!" He Guoguang said.

"Sir, if you commit a crime and are exempted from punishment just because the government's face is damaged, will the people still believe in the government's credibility?" Luo Yao said, "Dissatisfaction can slowly accumulate. When it reaches a critical point, only It only takes a gentle push, and terrifying energy will burst out. By then, I'm afraid it won't just be as simple as being passive."

"What you said makes sense, but many people don't think so. They will think that you are aggressive and causing trouble for them, so they will be dissatisfied with you." He Guoguang said.

"Commander He is saying that the party and the country are all just people who are just sitting there and eating nothing?"

"You have such a sharp tongue. No wonder Gui Yan admires you so much. I recommend you." He Guoguang smiled, took a folder from the table and handed it over, "Everything you want is here, take it and take a look."

Luo Yao reached out to take it and opened it. Inside was the old man's personal instructions on how to deal with the people involved in the case of Yan Feng and Little Stool.

Du Guangyuan was executed by firing squad!

The Hu brothers are sentenced to life imprisonment without any form of commutation or bail. In other words, the brothers will sit in prison until they die.

The rest of the people involved were dealt with harshly, with each receiving sentences ranging from three to ten years.

Qi Yaorong was lucky. He probably fucked him to the end because he was a sixth-generation student in Huangpu.

In other words, Qi Yaorong is nothing now.

"Take this back and give it to the Fog City Morning Post. The full text will be published tomorrow. This can be regarded as an explanation to the people." He Guoguang said.

"Why "Fog City Morning News"?"

"They were the first to report the case, and they also published the results, which can be regarded as a beginning and an end, and the matter has been concluded." He Guoguang explained.

"OK."

"You can take the documents and make rubbings for them, but they must be returned. This needs to be filed." He Guoguang said.

"Understood. I will personally supervise their rubbings and then take them back." Luo Yao nodded.

"Well, I'm relieved now, let's go."

"Commander He, is Du Guangyuan's execution to be carried out secretly or publicly?" Luo Yao accepted the document and asked.

"Let's make it public. This case has attracted so much attention, so a secret shooting is definitely not appropriate. A public shooting to set the record straight can just restore the people's confidence in the government." He Guoguang said.

"Okay, do you have a suggestion?"

"speak."

"Can the scene of Du Guangyuan's execution be placed at the entrance of the school grounds?" Luo Yao said.

"Well, I will seriously consider your suggestion, but the final decision on where to place it must be followed!" He Guoguang nodded.

It's not that he can't make the decision on this matter, but he has to consider the opinions of Zhongtong. This time Zhongtong has lost his character and is full of resentment.