Jiang Chaotian is Yan Shifan from Jiang Geyang. He has too many similarities with Yan Shifan in history. He has the same good sex, is not good in health, is good at ZZ, and is proficient in planning. The biggest similarity is that he has a high-ranking father. In a blink of an eye, Jiang Chaotian saw the problem. If there is a problem, he naturally has to seek a solution.

Jiang Chaotian changed his previous coldness, yelled, and laughed: "It turned out to be a senior official from General An's office. Fortunately, I'm lucky. This is the first time I have seen such a young and handsome senior official. We have to get close to each other, how can we lose our composure for a misunderstanding?" After flattering, he turned to Qiu Zhiguodao: "Captain Qiu, I want to exchange views with Staff Xue. Look, can you take everyone to the next door for a rest?" Jiang Chaotian was so slight and he noticed that the other party was dissatisfied with his nickname. He immediately changed his name, and even the tone of requesting to do things was changed into a negotiated tone.

When did Qiu Zhiguo enjoy the fact that Young Master Jiang talked to him in such a kind manner, and was excited to agree. Suddenly, he thought that the real master was sitting on the sofa, so how could he allow himself to take advantage of it? Fortunately, he did not agree resolutely, otherwise he would have no way out after offending Young Master Jiang and offending the leader of the J Committee. Qiu Zhiguo didn't speak, and glanced at Xue Xiang carefully, intending to inquire, and Xue Xiang nodded slightly. Qiu Zhiguo breathed a sigh of relief, led everyone, set up Si Yong, and dragged Wen Hong on the ground out of the office.

The reason why Xue Xiang promised Jiang Chaotian to talk alone was to find out his bargaining chips. Xue Xiang, who carefully studied official and unofficial history, certainly understood that the biggest threat to the faction he represented at this time came from there, not the deputy governor.

Jiang Chaotian locked the door, sat on the sofa opposite Xue Xiang, and looked at Xue Xiang playfully and said, "Open the skylight and say something straight. I don't believe that those old men will pay attention to this nonsense. I would rather believe that this is your behavior that is flooded with your sense of justice. Let's talk, what does General An mean?" He said the first half correctly, but said the second half wrong. This is not where Old An intends to send a ZZ signal to Jiang Geyang. It is entirely Xue Xiang's fight for his will and revenge his private revenge.

Xue Xiangzi would not explain and smiled and said, "What's the matter? Master Jiang is really a big tone! The old man's instructions are very simple. First, you must try your best to make up for the evil you have committed. In terms of money and work, you must compensate the victim's family. The most important thing is to kneel down to apologize to the victim's young woman; second, the scum of the army must be removed, and Wen Hong and Si Yong must be tried." Xue Xiang deliberately called General An the old man, intending to show that his relationship with him was extraordinary. In fact, there is no need for Xue Xiang to do such a lot. An ordinary person is not capable of being able to handle such a young role, and he is still in General An's car.

Xue Xiang is definitely not Lei Feng, who is full of justice, and is determined to do good deeds. He just has the simplest moral concept and the complex of punishing evil and promoting good. Although he knows that this is not the time to move Jiang Chaotian, and it is impossible to bring Jiang Chaotian to justice. He can only seek some justice for the injured young women within his own ability.

Jiang Chaotian heard two slender eyebrows frowned, and stared at Xue Xiang with sharp eyes and said, "What does Old Man An mean? Everything else is easy to say. Let me kneel down and apologize to those broken shoes. It's a pity that he thought about it. Old feudal!"

Xue Xiang smashed the coffee table with a punch and stared at Jiang Chaotian coldly: "What did you say! You say it again?" The huge fist immediately smashed the glass coffee table ten centimeters thick into pieces. The splashed pieces cut Jiang Chaotian's left cheek, and blood immediately flowed.

Jiang Chaotian stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked the blood that flowed to the corner of his mouth, and smacked it in his mouth with great pleasure: "Everyone says that blood is salty, but why is my blood sweet? It's so strange!"

"Don't play non-mainstream with me. I will be responsible for passing the words of the old general. If you do not, it will be up to you. I believe you are a smart person. If you report the case, some people will be very excited." Xue Xiang was too lazy to see his look in a ghost and smoked with his legs raised.

"Not mainstream? Fresh! But it's very accurate. However, it's still a bit of a waste to describe me as non-mainstream. I never have a high profile. I have always said all bad things and did bad things. People respect me one foot, and I respect others one foot." Jiang Chaotian took out a handkerchief with his left hand to wipe the blood on his face, and touched Xue Xiang's cigarette box with his right hand.

"Threat me? What I am most afraid of is threat!" Xue Xiang held the cigarette box and let him get empty.

Jiang Chaotian smiled and took out a white hard shell from his pocket. The shell was painted with a golden dragon's aluminum cigarette box. He opened the cigarette box and pulled out a brown-black body, thick and solid shape, and the two ends were as thick as the thickness, lit it with a match, and took a beautiful mouthful.

Xue Xiang could no longer look away when he stared at the cigar. As an old smoker, the bench run by the old party history, how could he not recognize the famous cigarette in front of him? This cigar is famous for Shuzhong Cigar, also known as "132" cigar. The cigar is produced in Shuzhong Province and was originally produced by Shuzhong Cigar Factory. Marshal Beard accidentally showed off the cigar in front of the leader. After the leader took one, he fell in love with its cool and mellow taste. Later, Z Yang drew the master from Shuzhong Province to the capital to form a special cigar production team.

That is, the "132" group, which produces special cigars for Z-Kong leaders. The "132 Group" produces two types of cigars, No. 13 and No. 2, No. 2 is dedicated to leaders, No. 13. The biggest difference between No. 2 cigars and No. 13 cigars is the average thickness of both ends. It is said that the leader always picks up and smokes them when lighting cigarettes. Sometimes it is inconvenient to put the thick end in his mouth, so the birth of No. 2 cigars. Jiang Chaotian was holding the famous No. 2 cigars.

"No. 2, have you never smoked! You must have smoked No. 13 from General An. Did you hear that No. 2 and No. 13 are the same except for the appearance? That's what you think? Do you know how to grow the tobacco leaves on No. 2? It's made of extremely nutritious things like pig manure, sesame paste, sesame oil. There is only one acre of special earthy sand field in Shuzhong. It can produce this tobacco leaves, with a yield of only 30 kilograms per year..." Jiang Chaotian saw that the other party's attention was indeed self-reliant.

His cigar attracted him, and he kept telling how rare this cigar was. He was very smart and knew how to mediate the atmosphere and divert attention. A special agent from the office, and when he saw his proficiency in smoking, he knew that it was an old smoker. There was no reason to not recognize the cigar, nor was there any reason not to be interested in it. Finding the enemy's weakness is the key to victory. Similarly, finding the opponent's excitement is the key to cooperation and negotiation.

Xue Xiang was not only interested in the cigar in his hand, but was eager to get some. This cigar was really rare. Xue Xiang threw the jade in his hand into the pile of glass, stomped it, snatched the cigarette box in his hand, opened it, took out the last one for him to light it, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and a cool and mellow smell rushed straight from his nose, and his whole body seemed to fall into the clouds, floating and savoring.

This smoke should only be found in heaven, so how many times can you hear it in the world?

Xue Xiang opened his eyes and smiled and said, "You succeeded, I won't ask where you got it from. It's not a legitimate channel anyway. Tell me, how many there are there!"

Jiang Chaotian laughed: "People are fucking people after all! A box of cigarettes is Bao Siyong's military status."

Xue Xiang looked at him contemptuously and said coldly: "Is kneeling more important than Si Yong? Wujie, you can't kneel down and apologize. Si Yong's matter is unconventional." Although Xue Xiang really loves this cigarette, he must give up punishing Si Yong, that's absolutely impossible. In his heart, his brother is a hundred times higher than the cigarette he truly loves.

Jiang Chaotian's eyes were so angry that he stared at Xue Xiang fiercely and said, "I think you are crazy, five pieces? Do you know that since the end of 1971, this cigarette has only been produced thirty pieces a year. The elderly can't smoke it all. If they are not sent to someone, they will be destroyed. Where will five pieces be given to you?"

Xue Xiang didn't know that he was bluffing and destroying it? To put it nicely, the cigar No. 2 in later generations has been auctioned. Hong Ci also said that in addition to the ones sent to Z-yang, all the local areas were destroyed, and did not hide a lot in private? Xue Xiang narrowed his eyes and said, "I won't bargain with you, I will give you five items to No. 2 at once. I will destroy your case. Si Yong will destroy one finger. Military registration can be retained, but he must be confined to one year. In addition, you will be exempted from kneeling down and apologizing. I will plead with the old man. Don't talk nonsense. One word, will it be successful or will it be successful?"

Jiang Chaotian did not answer immediately, and his index finger hit his thigh, as if he was thinking. What he cared most was the case, not Si Yong. As for the relationship between kneeling and the case, the two and one, if he had not been caught by him, he would not be too lazy to talk nonsense to him, let alone make him kneel down. He had thought that the case would be destroyed immediately later, but the other party had noticed it and would not let him complete it secretly. If there was another turmoil in this matter, it would have caused storms all over the city. Alas, most of the No. 2 that he had worked hard to get was cheaper than this bastard who took advantage of the situation. Jiang Chaotian nodded helplessly and said "deal" weakly.

Xue Xiang was overjoyed, but he didn't show any expression. To be honest, the weight of this out-of-print cigar in his heart was much more expensive than Su Shi's calligraphy and paintings and the porcelain of Chai Kiln. Xue Xiang pointed to the phone at the desk not far away and signaled that he would call to pick up the goods now.

Jiang Chaotian encountered such a guy who was good at night, and he was in trouble. He wanted to delay time and found some of the No. 13 tobacco leaf modification styles. He walked to the desktop helplessly and called.

Xue Xiang opened the door of the office and asked Qiu Zhiguo to call the duty post. Someone came here later. After that, he closed the door again and said to Jiang Chaotian, who was dejected, "How did you get those cigarettes? It's a lot of effort. I really admire you. You're so brave. This is a beheading business."

Jiang Chaotian sneered and said, "I still think you are a person, it's so strange. Do you think this is such a big secret? Except for the old man, who doesn't know, no one is in his heart. However, the tobacco leaves are really rare and difficult to see in the outside world."

Xue Xiang really didn't know the reason, he just said that the two cigars only had different appearances. The two didn't wait long. Fifteen minutes later, Qiu Zhiguo led a tall middle-aged man in a shirt and trousers to knock on the door of the office.

The middle-aged man was carrying a large dark suitcase. When he saw Jiang Chaotian with a bad face, he lowered his head to say hello and handed the box over. Jiang Chaotian did not take it, pointed at Xue Xiang and said, "It was prepared for this uncle."

A flash of surprise flashed across the middle-aged man's face, and he respectfully handed over the iron box. Xue Xiang took the iron box and held it in his hand. He felt a little heavy. Just as he was about to open it, he found that the unsealed closure of the box actually contained a password lock. The password locks of this era are high-end goods, rare goods, and are all foreign goods. Most of them are used to set up safes, and mobile password boxes are very rare. This shows how precious Jiang Chaotian is in his heart.

Xue Xiang tilted his head and swept Jiang Chaotian. Jiang Taishao, who was as unlucky as his parents, snatched the password weakly.

"Ding Dong" and the password lock popped up, and six cigarettes were neatly lying inside. There was no text on the cigarette, and only a golden dragon was painted with its head raised and hovering over the Great Wall. There was more Great Wall than the aluminum box of a single cigarette.

Xue Xiang took out one and wanted to throw it back to Jiang Chaotian. Jiang Taishao waved his hand and signaled that it would not be necessary. We are not so timid in doing things. At worst, we can find a way to get more next year and make up for it. If he knew that with the death of the great leader more than a month later, the "132 Group" would be disbanded at the end of the year, and there would be no No. 2 cigar in the world, and he would have to regret it.
Chapter completed!