Fall in love with you reading the book network 630book, the fastest update of the godfather of the Soviet Union In the conference room of the political situation in the Gorky Automobile Plant, the head of the sub-bureau, Nikita Mikhailovich Markov, was sitting in the main seat of the conference room, and the cigarette ash was scattered everywhere with his excited gestures, and even spilled on the clothes of the officials sitting next to him, but they did not dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction.
Everyone sat upright, listening carefully to the director's remarks.
From time to time, a few uncivilized words popped out of Director Markov's speech, and everyone present also went in and out of the left ear and out of the right ear.
Leader, just want you to listen to him carefully, how will he know if you listen to him or not?
In fact, everyone should be looking forward to the end of the meeting at this moment.
Chernenko, who was sitting at the very end of the room, kept holding a pen and writing something in his notebook.
If anyone walked into this conference room at this moment, they would find that the room was almost full of old men, yes, there was only one young man in Chernenko.
From time to time, Markov's eyes drifted to Chernenko, if he had walked up to Chernenko's side at this moment and leaned down to take a closer look at what he was doing.
He must be so angry that he may burst his cerebral blood vessels on the spot.
Chernenko was painting a portrait of Markov dancing and talking, and people who grew up in Leningrad were always full of artistic cells, and Chernenko was no exception.
Although he used a fountain pen, he still drew vividly, perfectly presenting Markov's angry expression, and the uncivilized words that Markov had just used were written under the portrait.
Markov looked at the absent-minded Chernenko and became more and more angry, his voice was hoarse, and the little bastard was still doing his own thing as if he hadn't heard it, so Markov raised his voice again and said loudly: "Some of our cadres and comrades have recently wasted their energy on some trivial and small cases, so many big and important cases have not been solved, do you know which one is important, and now the detention room is crowded."
"And the most infuriating thing is that he actually wanted to catch the hooligans who rewarded his relatives, the Internal Affairs Bureau is opened by your family, you can do whatever you want, don't think that you are a small leader, you can do whatever you want with a little power in your hands, Lao Tzu is not dead yet, here Lao Tzu has the final say."
Chernenko was still indifferent, but his portrait of Markov was a few more strokes, and under a big head was a small body on crutches, and the body was no longer wearing a police uniform, one white and one black, how to look like the clothes worn by prisoners.
Chernenko seemed satisfied with his work, and a smile leaked from his face.
Markov looked at the smile on Chernenko's face, he knew that his impassioned speech was completely in vain, he could no longer control his emotions, he picked up the meeting papers in front of him, threw them at Chernenko, and cursed loudly: "Chernenko, are you listening to me?"
” Chernenko raised his head and glanced at Markov and said nonchalantly: "Yes, I'm listening, please continue."
With that, he continued to do what he was interested in.
"Then can you put down your damn pen and repeat what I just said" Chernenko didn't intend to let Chernenko go so easily, he asked Chernenko.
"TD, GRD, bought a watch or something last year," Chernenko said innocently, and a few of his colleagues tried to keep themselves from laughing, but their trembling shoulders betrayed them.
Markov immediately looked at these people viciously, and these people immediately restrained their expressions, but they couldn't control it for a while, it was really uncomfortable.
Markov kicked on the conference table, pointed at Chernenko with trembling fingers and roared: "You TD get out of here immediately, get out" This roar almost exhausted Markov's physical strength.
At this moment, the door to the conference room was pushed open, and Markov's secretary walked in with a nervous expression.
When Markov saw that it was his secretary who came in, he was even more upset and was about to have a seizure.
This is the secretary, and suddenly there are a few more people behind him.
"Markov, we're from the KGB, we have something to ask you about, and everyone else is out of here."
The man behind the secretary said.
The people in the room quickly left the room as hell as hell, including Markov's secretary.
Chernenko, on the contrary, was the last to go.
Markov could no longer care about Chernenko, he already sensed that he was about to be in big trouble.
He looked at these KGB personnel with a frightened and somewhat flattering expression on his face, and a layer of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.
"What do you want me to know," Markov tried to relax himself, he didn't dare to look at the faces of the KGBs.
"Did you write a letter to your son recently, which has been intercepted by us?
There are some words above that we feel like you are challenging the authority of the leader.
Said the leading KGB.
"What the hell are the words?"
Markov felt a little puzzled.
"Your letter wrote, you lazy and gluttonous dead fat man, all day long know the three hobbies of drag racing, hunting, and watching movies, I really don't know what God let you live in this world for, we think that your words are alluding to our respected General Secretary Brezhnev."
The KGB replied.
"No, I definitely didn't mean that, I was just teaching my son in my heart, and I was never insinuating the leader."
Markov felt that he had been completely wronged, and that he had provoked the KGB because of such a few angry words to teach his son.
No one in the room listened to him, and a KGB agent took out the handcuffs, and Markov jerked back, subconsciously trying to avoid him, but was subdued by the young agent at once.
He handcuffed Markov, and several KGBs dragged him outside.
Markov's face was so dead that he no longer had the strength to walk.
A middle-aged KGB agent saw Markov's age and felt a little pitiful for her, so he comforted him and said: "You should feel lucky, if it was in the Stalin era, you would be 100% shot now, at most, you will be in the Gulag for a few years." ” Markov was taken out of the political situation in the Gorky Automobile Factory, and the police of the Internal Affairs Bureau saw this scene, and everyone was afraid to avoid it.
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