Chapter 1480

Zhang Yang was uneasy: "how can I not believe it?"

Are they compassionate people?

Finished, a few days later, iron rice bowl to keep, Zhang Yang heart remorse, but also dare not say anything.

After a meeting, Tang Jian, the prosecutor's office, had a moment's leisure and sat in his office.

He is such a clear headed person, it is easy to associate with the cause and effect.

Why did Ye Cheng appear at the gate of the procuratorate in the middle of the night? Obviously, someone told him.

From Mu Mian's tone, we can know that the person who told him would not be mu Mian. The girl thought Ye Cheng just passed by.

Since Mu Mian didn't tell him, who else would it be?

A face leaps into his mind, and Tang Jian frowns slightly. Obviously, Mu Mian's cousin is a good person.

Tang Ji'an is a man with a dark heart and a city government. He always does everything without leaking anything. He is pressed by the president. He will not turn off Muqin without any consideration. That will only make people take the handle. He knows that the procuratorate and other units have many eyes on him in order to get him off the horse.

However, within the scope of reasonable and legal, he wants to let the long memory of Muqin not to be foolishly, that is still OK.

Tang Er Shaowei raised his eyebrows and called Secretary Tang's office. He asked him to call the head of Mao of the first public prosecution section to come to his office.

After being summoned, the head of department Mao was summoned and his heart suddenly raised to his throat. In the whole Procuratorate, he was most afraid of the vice president. Behind his back, president Zhao may have superb means, but on the surface, he is happy with everyone.

Only this vice court of Tang Dynasty is cold to everyone. The atmosphere of keeping away from strangers and rejecting others thousands of miles away has led to the entire procuratorate. Apart from the flowers of Zhao court and their Procuratorate, there is no fear of him.

He nervously went up the seventh floor, entered the office of the Deputy hospital, and cautiously said, "Deputy hospital, what can I do for you?"

Tang Ji'an did not raise his head, and his voice was like the cold lake of the twelfth month: "if the chief Mao's teaching is not effective, what should we do?"

The head of the Department of Mao was frightened, and the cold sweat on his forehead ran out. He knotted his tongue and said, "Deputy Deputy hospital, what did I do wrong? "

Tang Jian flipped through the anti-corruption investigation summary table in his hand. His voice was colder and his expression was casual: "do you know that the people under you use their working hours to do their own private affairs? Or do you know it and cover it up? "

Section chief Mao was about to kneel down for the chief. When he spoke well, he was afraid that his hair would stand on end. Now he rebuked him with anger. Could he not be paralyzed?

While wiping his sweat, he stuttered: "I, I, I I don't know who you are talking about. Can you tell me? I'll give her severe criticism at once

Tang Jian's look was still casual: "Mu Qin of your department, you go to ask, where she went to work."

The chief of the Department of Mao secretly gritted his teeth. It was the girl Muqin. He sent her to the construction site yesterday. It seems that the dead girl was caught by the vice president.

He solemnly assured Tang Jian: "vice court, I'll check it out immediately. If she really leaves without permission, I will give her a warning and criticism."

Tang Ji'an's brow extended: "well, go."

As soon as it's time to get off work, Muqin comes back from the outside with her bag on her arm, and has been dealing with those migrant workers for a whole day. It's really bad luck. I don't know if anyone I know has seen it. If I see it, the neighbors will gossip again.