The leisurely pastoral life of Xiao Shannong

In the monitoring room of the municipal traffic police brigade, 32 screens are hung on the wall, allowing users to view any area covered by monitoring in the city.

Qin Junyuan, the captain of the traffic police brigade, stood behind Zhang Zian, respectfully, and ordered his subordinates to follow Zhang Zian's wishes.

The reason why he did this is because the director gave him a death order and fully cooperated with Mr. Zhang.

The bureau chief received a call from the mayor Yu Dasheng himself.

He only said one sentence: fully cooperate with Zhang Zian.

At that time, the director was still a little confused. After hanging up the phone, he called the mayor's secretary.

At their position, the people they know can already be described as pervasive.

"Zhang Zian saved the life of the mayor's son." The secretary said such a sentence, which was enough to let the director know what to do next.

Quickly called the captains over and asked them to wait at the door.

"Call out the CCTV surveillance." Zhang Zian had been to Zhang Heyu's residence once, so he wrote down the name of the neighborhood.

He wants to check all Zhang Heyu's itinerary today.

Several operators tapped the console a few times, and seven images immediately popped up on the middle screen.

"Speed ​​up."

The operator sets the speed to double.

"Hurry up."

Set to six times.

The image flashed by quickly, and the captain Qin Junyuan behind was already dazzled.

"Faster."

The operator sets the speed to the fastest, and the image on the screen is a flash, which is invisible to the naked eye.

Five minutes later, Zhang Zian yelled, "Pause."

"Back up a little bit."

Sure enough, on one of the screens, Zhang Heyu was clearly seen leaving the community with a small chocolate-colored bag on his back.

The time is 7:30 in the morning.

"Help me find all the images about her today." Zhang Zian said.

Now that the technology is advanced, face recognition and face tracking can already be performed. The operator fiddled with it for a while, and the 32 screens immediately jumped out of the image.

Zhang Zian's eyes were fixed on the screen, not daring to let go of any details.

Zhang Heyu left the community, got on the bus, arrived at the company at 8:00, and went out twice until lunch time.

One time I went to a coffee shop to get a cup of coffee, and the other time I went to meet a woman, and the two seemed to have a good conversation.

Until 12:00, there was no sign of Zhang Heyu, and he never came out of the company.

"Thanks."

Zhang Zian turned around and left the surveillance hall, and Qin Junyuan respectfully sent him to the door.

Zhang Zian drove quickly and disappeared into the traffic police brigade.

Qin Junyuan looked at the car going away and felt that something big was going to happen next.

Yahuang Entertainment is the largest entertainment company in Jining City, and has trained many famous actors and singers.

The hottest rocket group recently was planned by them.

Zhang Heyu works here and signs contracts with artists.

Zhang Zian parked the car at the door and walked directly towards the door.

When the security guard at the gate saw Zhang Zian's pickup, he classified Zhang Zian into the sixth category.

This is what he summed up as a security guard for five years.

The first type of people is naturally those powerful officials. This type of people is too low-key to distinguish, but there is also a way, that is, the secretary who usually wears glasses is by his side.

The second type of people is the rich generation, rich and powerful, driving a low-key luxury car when they go out, accompanied by bodyguards, just like the boss of their own company, with the aura of a superior person.

The third type of people is the rich second generation, beautiful women with luxury cars, walking like they don’t agree with anyone, it is easy to distinguish, driving a luxury car, and dragging it very much, that’s it.

The fourth type is the relationship household, who is assigned to an important department of the company by relying on some family connections. He can't afford to mess with this kind of person.

The fifth type of people is like those women in the company's public relations department. They are all beautifully dressed and heavily made-up, but don't look at these women. This type of people is often more difficult to provoke than the fourth type. Which powerful big shot has an ambiguous relationship.

The sixth type of people are ordinary office workers. They don’t have any background in their families. They may be better than themselves, but to put it bluntly, they are a class.

Through Zhang Zian's car and attire, the security guards quickly classified Zhang Zian into the sixth category.

"Stop, please show your work ID." The security guard stopped Zhang Zian and asked with a serious face.

Zhang Zian naturally didn't have a work permit, so he continued to walk inside with a cold face.

"Stop, do you hear me?" Anger appeared on the security guard's face, he pointed at Zhang Zian with his left hand, and put his right hand on his waist.

Yahuang Entertainment has provided batons for every security guard.

Zhang Zian continued to walk inside, but the security guard panicked, immediately pulled out his baton and threw it at Zhang Zian.

"Boy, this is not a place where you can run wild."

The security guard showed no mercy, and smashed Zhang Zian's head with his baton quickly and mercilessly.

He doesn't have to worry about making a big fuss and not being able to end it. He has been trained on the first day of work.

As long as there is an accident within the scope of duties, Yahuang Entertainment will naturally help to solve it.

Zhang Zian shot quickly, before the baton hit his head, Zhang Zian snatched it away.

"boom!"

The security guard flew upside down and hit the ground in the distance, with bulging veins on his forehead, his face flushed, he opened his mouth, and said to the intercom with difficulty: "Quick... come... someone."

Zhang Zian stepped into the building and walked to the front desk. The lady at the front desk turned pale with fright.

They all saw the scene outside just now.

"You... don't mess around..."

"Where is your boss?"

Zhang Zian asked with a smile, but in the eyes of the front desk lady, this smile was terrifying.

"I...I don't know."

The front desk lady defended the company with her last courage. Seeing that Zhang Zian's smile gradually disappeared, she was so frightened that she quickly hugged her head and spoke hastily.

"Turn right to the second room on the sixth floor."

At this time, seven or eight security guards had already rushed over and surrounded Zhang Zian, all with weapons in their hands.

The leading security guard shouted angrily, "Squat down and hold your head, otherwise we..."

Before I finished speaking, I saw a black figure moving quickly in the crowd, and I was flying upside down one after another. Before I could react, I felt something hit my abdomen, and my body was out of control fly upside down.

All the security guards fell to the ground, howling continuously.

Now is the time to race against time, every second he is late, Zhang Heyu will be more dangerous.

The first floor was instantly quiet, and a fine needle could be heard falling to the ground.

Zhang Zian stepped into the elevator, came to the sixth floor, walked to the door of the second room, and saw the sign hanging on it.

Office of the Chairman.

He raised his foot and kicked the door open, startling the boss inside who was talking about 'work' with the female artist.

The middle-aged man looked at the door angrily, who was disturbing him with his eyes closed.

The female artist is a newly signed contract recently. Not only is she beautiful and has a superb figure, but she will also come to trouble.

The female artist hurriedly got up from the man, and hid back in fright.

"What are you..."

The middle-aged man pointed at Zhang Zian at the door angrily, but before he could finish speaking, a figure at the door appeared in front of the man in an instant, and grabbed his throat forcefully with one hand.

"Cough...you..."

The female artist next to her was already scared out of her wits, and she yelled out loudly.

Zhang Zian turned his head to take a look, and quickly covered his small mouth, his eyes filled with tears.

Zhang Zian stopped caring about the frightened woman next to him, looked at the man,

The man couldn't make any sound. He felt that he was being stared at by an angry beast, and his back was instantly wet with cold sweat.

"Where is Zhang Heyu?"

Zhang Zian's voice was cold, causing the temperature in the room to drop, and his voice echoed in the room.