Chapter 1684

Tang Jian was also unable to stop his aunt. Fortunately, his uncle was different from his aunt.

The next day, Han Ping went to the procuratorate with Tang Jian.

Just in the hall, I met president Zhao, and Tang Ji'an introduced him.

President Zhao, such a talented person, naturally showed unusual enthusiasm for the wife of the Ministry and immediately welcomed her to the seventh floor.

As everyone knows, the two sons and two daughters of the Soviet ministries and commissions have become high-ranking officials in Beijing, and they are all powerful people in their hands. Naturally, the wife of the ministry can not be ignored.

In Han Ping's heart, she can't see president Zhao any more. She's hypocritical and cunning. On the surface, she's so enthusiastic. In her heart, she's not sure what she's thinking.

A group of people on the face and the spirit of harmony, heart each has its own merits to go upstairs.

Later, Zhong Qi whispered to the accompanying procurator general: "who is the lady beside president Zhao?"

The prosecutor whispered, "you don't know that? The wife of Su Zhengguo's Ministry, the aunt of our vice president, is the head mother of the Su family. "

Zhong Qi's eyes lit up, oh? Is it?

"Well, I heard that the Soviet ministries and commissions had returned to Haicheng. On the day of their return, the mayor and a number of senior officials went to the station to greet the Soviet ministries and commissions in person.

Zhong Qi nods, the family members of the vice hospital, any one of them is the supreme great man.

On the seventh floor, president Zhao said enthusiastically, "Madam Su, come to my office and have a cup of tea."

Han Ping said politely with a smile: "Mr. Zhao, you are welcome. I'm here today to have a look at our working environment in Jian, so I won't disturb your office."

Zhao Yuan, the director of the court, went into his own office without insisting on it.

Han Ping and Tang Jian enter Tang Jian's office together.

As soon as she went in, the fake smile on Han Ping's face disappeared. She lowered her voice and said, "president Zhao is really not an ordinary person."

Tang Jian sat in his chair and said in a deep voice, "Auntie, don't talk about my leadership behind my back."

Han Ping said softly, "I didn't discuss your leadership. I just want to tell you how I feel. Jian, you have to guard against your leader. He is an ambitious man."

Tang Ji'an sighed with relief: "aunt..."

Han Ping saw that he looked impatient and waved her hand: "OK, OK, you have hard wings, and you don't need the opinions of our elders. OK, I'll turn around a little in the procuratorate, and you can handle your public affairs."

Tang Ji'an picked up his pen and looked up at her: "some confidential places. Don't rush in."

Han Ping walked up to him and nodded his head in anger: "you son of a bitch still teaches the elders, right? When your uncle was vice president of the procuratorate, you were not born yet. You still need to teach. "

Tang Jian pressed his temple, pointed to the door: "OK, aunt, you can look at it, I have to work."

Han Ping gave him a look and walked out of his office.

Han Ping, dressed in a smoke gray silk cheongsam and carrying a small bag in her hand, walked around the procuratorate like this.

When she got to the first floor hall, she looked around and wanted to go to the front desk to have a chat with the two girls and ask the grass-roots staff here what they think of her precious nephew.

However, he saw a staff member pushing a small cart walking towards this side. There were several large cartons on the cart, which were piled too high to block the sight. He did not see Han Ping. He could see that the staff member was about to hit Han Ping.

Suddenly, Han Ping was pulled

"Be careful, madam..."