Self-publishing! As soon as they heard these four words, everyone understood that the leader’s daughter had to self-publish, so how outrageous would the book have to be?
Without Yang Ming's explanation, Chen Taizhong's mind defined the girl he had never met: arrogant, domineering, unreasonable and... very self-righteous.
That's right, self-righteous! How can a police chief be willing to admit that he is the master of leadership without a writing team at hand? With the polish of a writing team, he actually has to publish a book at his own expense. That is a big joke.
So, the only explanation is that the girl refused to have others modify her book, so she had to publish it at her own expense. Isn’t this self-righteous?
Jing Junwei didn't know what to say to this sentence, so he nodded calmly and looked sideways at Chen Taizhong, "What are your plans for the afternoon?"
He didn't want to neglect Yang Ming, but he really couldn't continue the topic. He had no choice but to change the topic. I thought Yang Ming should understand what he wanted to express, right?
Of course Director Yang understood what he meant, but even if he understood, he had no other choice. Others had taken away the easy jobs. That is to say, he was more careful and found out this difficult job.
"I want to see Huang Hanxiang this afternoon," Chen Taizhong replied casually. There was no need to hide this from Yang Ming, and there was no need to coax Jing Junwei. "I came to Beijing to do business. It would be rude not to see him."
"Then you should bring Zi Ling over," Jing Junwei smiled at him, with something unexplainable in his smile, "That way public relations will be easier... By the way, I heard that she is coming to Zhongguancun to recruit troops."
"It's your business to introduce soldiers and horses to Zi Ling," Chen Taizhong muttered. He stood up, "You are her brother after all...it's too noisy here, why don't you find a bar to sit for a while?"
Yang Ming understood this clearly. At first, he thought this was just an ordinary friend of Chen Taizhong, but when he heard that it was Jing Ziling’s brother who was talked about many times yesterday, he couldn’t help but take a second look. This is Jing Ziling.
Yiyuan’s grandson?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but imagine what kind of person Di Huang Hanxiang was who was highly praised by these two people. Thinking about it carefully, he found that there were no decent people with the surname Huang. Except... that Huang.
However, he had no chance to ask questions. It was not until Chen Taizhong made a few calls and Shi Shiran left that he asked in shock, "Mr. Jing, who is this... Huang Hanxiang?"
"We are all fellow villagers from Tiannan. Who do you think it could be, Bureau Yang?" Jing Junwei answered him with a smile. "Anyway, it's from the Huang family."
Tsk. It turned out that it was really the Huang family. Yang Ming smiled slightly, but he was extremely shocked. The next moment, he thought of Jing Junwei saying that Jing Ziling was more popular in the Huang family. His heart skipped a beat: If he could make friends with Mr. Huang.
Is there anything in the world that can't be settled?
Chen Taizhong didn't feel this way at all. This time he came to see Huang Hanxiang. Originally, he wanted to bring some local specialties. But think about it. After all, Huang Hanxiang is not Huang Lao. It's okay to buy local specialties from Huang Lao, but not necessarily from this person.
enough.
But fortunately, Chen Taizhong may be lacking other things in his hand, but there is no shortage of things for gifts. He rummaged around and found two bottles of foreign wine. Since people said that the 1981 Latu was good, he should be able to get it.
Already?
It was really good. Huang Hanxiang looked at it, frowned and asked, "This thing is quite expensive. Where did you get it?"
"When the Ning family landed, they thought I had done something good in protecting their ancestral hall, so they gave me a few bottles of this." Chen Taizhong now also knew how to explain the thing in his hand, "I feel like putting this thing in my hand It’s such a waste…I don’t like drinking foreign wine.”
"You don't know if you don't play with this," Huang Hanxiang shook his head with a smile and put the box aside carelessly, "What are you going to do when you come to Beijing this time?"
"It's nothing," Chen Taizhong shook his head and explained his purpose in detail. At the end, he looked at Huang Hanxiang and said, "I wonder if I can invite the director of the National Science and Technology Commission to come here?"
"If the ministry can inspect you, Phoenix, then you should be snickering and still thinking about the director?" Huang Hanxiang smiled disapprovingly and picked up the phone, "Innovation System Construction Office, right? Let me ask what this office is like. thing."
After chatting on the phone for a few words, when he put down the phone, there was already a hint of confusion in his eyes, "Isn't this...the Policy and Regulations Department of other ministries? The Policy and Regulations Department is here to inspect you?"
Huang Hanxiang stared at Chen Taizhong, thought thoughtfully for a while, and then smiled, "Okay, you can go to the Science and Technology Commission to handle the matter yourself. The Policy and Regulations Department has found the prefecture-level city, what else do you have that is unbalanced?"
He really understands these things. It may not be a good thing if the Policy and Regulations Department comes to your door. But if they really want to cause trouble, these bosses just go to the provincial agencies, and they go to the prefecture-level cities. That's called eating. Supported.
In other words, the Phoenix Science and Technology Commission has something that people are interested in, and it is at the policy level and worthy of vigorous promotion. "You guys are not looking for me to show off, are you?"
"If that's the case, then I'll be relieved." In fact, Chen Taizhong has already understood what is going on in the Policy and Regulations Department, but this person just feels more at ease when he hears affirmations from others. .
Just as he was walking out of the door, a girl walked in. She looked very pretty, with a smile on her face, and her facial features and body were surprisingly beautiful, as if she had the beauty of heaven and earth rolled into one. , extremely eye-catching.
Her agility and delicacy are simply indescribable. Even if she is placed among millions of people, she can still be recognized at a glance. At Chen Taizhong's glance, a name immediately appeared in his mind: He Yumeng.
Is it this kind of girl who can make Mr. Huang think that he should be pulled out to compete with Jing Ziling? Chen Taizhong looked at her and felt that she was no match for Jing Ziling. Of course, this may be a psychological effect, but the responsibility for this role still lies with Mr. Huang. Him, it's really hard to say.
Yes, this girl was very beautiful, and she was far more graceful and graceful than others, but for some reason, he felt that something was missing, maybe... she was missing a little bit of the liveliness and jumpiness that a girl of this age should have. Take it off.
Thinking like this, Chen Taizhong had to look at her a few more times. The smart girl didn't expect that there would be someone looking at her like this. She couldn't help but give him a blank look: Do you think anyone looks like this?
"Are you He Yumeng?" Chen Taizhong asked with a smile. He felt that he needed to implement it.
The girl blinked her big eyes and was stunned for a moment before nodding, "It's me, who are you, and why are you at my grandpa's house?"
"Well, no wonder your great-grandpa keeps praising you," Chen Taizhong smiled and nodded, but did not say who he was, "You are indeed quite handsome."
As he spoke, he nodded to her, turned around and walked away. After the girl stood there stunned for a long time, she finally let out a soft "hum" and went to find her grandfather.
After coming out of Huang Hanxiang's house, Chen Taizhong was in a good mood. Thinking that there was not much time left, he called Shao Guoli and said, "Mr. Shao, do you have time? I'm in Beijing, when can I sit down?" "
Shao Guoli was playing billiards with some friends in a club. When he heard that he was coming, he hesitated and nodded with a smile, "Cheng, where are you? I'll send a car to pick you up."
Not long after, Chen Taizhong arrived. Mr. Shao nodded to him, but he didn't care what to say. He turned to look at the billiards on the table, "Activities such as Spiao Astronomy Ball involve external factors such as rackets, venues and balls. , he didn’t grasp it very well. The last time he played tennis with Yang Qianqian, he made a fool of himself at the beginning.
"Xiao Shao, if you can't do it, just give up." The man playing with him was a middle-aged man in his thirties, looking at him with a smile, "I guess you lose fifty points, and you don't have much money."
"You dream," Shao Guoli glared at him, and before he could say anything, Chen Taizhong put down the bag in his hand, walked to the table, and pointed his index finger on the edge of the table, "Play this
Shao Guoli has been thinking about this ball for a long time, and of course he knows that hitting it there means hitting the red ball after eating three holes, but the shot is a long-standing problem.
The white cue ball was stuck closely to the brown and blue balls. Chi Sanku was very demanding about the angle of the shot. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Taizhong, help me hit this shot."
Let's just hit. Chen Taizhong didn't ask the middle-aged man if he was willing. He stepped forward and took Shao Guoli's club. He stretched out his left hand, raised his right hand and hit the club. It gave the impression that he didn't even aim. aim.
In Shao Guoli's place, people generally don't hire anyone to play table tennis for them. One point is only one or two thousand yuan. It's just a random game, and a loss of 50 points is only 50,000 yuan.
However, it is normal for a friend to play one or two shots for you every now and then. You can break snooker and test your friend's level by the way.
After Chen Taizhong finished the shot, he casually handed the club back to Shao Guoli, but Shao Guoli had no intention of taking it. He watched the ball take three buckets in a standard manner and then knocked a red ball into the bottom pocket.
"Ha, Taizhong, you're playing well," he looked at Chen Taizhong in surprise, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Go on, you haven't finished this shot yet."
"No more playing," Chen Taizhong shook his head. Of course he knew that these people play table tennis for fun, not to make money, but just to add excitement. "If you play again, I will help you make money."
Shao Guoli took the club and started hitting again, but the middle-aged man looked at Chen Taizhong and thought to himself, when did Xiao Shao's friends come up with such a master? This shot is called a clean shot.
Solving snooker is nothing, but trying to solve snooker and pocket the red ball at the same time is not something that ordinary people can do.