Three hundred and twenty seventh chapter Xue family two hundred and five
But the voice on the other end of the phone was extremely familiar to him. It was his father on the other end of the phone, and he couldn't be wrong 90% of the time!
Who the hell is this guy in front of me? Xue Xiang, is there such a name in the capital? Vice mayor, it’s a fantasy, is there a deputy mayor worth twenty men in the country?
With thousands of questions and fears, Feng Zijun stepped forward and took the call. He said "hello" into the phone, and then hurriedly moved his ears away. It was like firecrackers exploded on the other end of the phone, and there was a thunderclap.
Wow, it was so loud that Feng Zijun didn't even dare to put his ear to the phone.
Indeed, the voice on the phone was so loud that everyone in the room could clearly hear it, "Fuck you, Feng Zijun, you little bastard, I hate you."
If you don't die, I will kill you when I come back. You are a bitch, and you will be a puppy for me to wait for..."
Who would have thought that the dignified deputy political commissar in charge of political work in the group army would open his mouth to spit out this series of national curses in a thick Ludong accent. Although people may not be able to hear all the words clearly, everyone can clearly hear the various classic national curses.
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Many military families are not consistent in their behavior. As a military father, he has always been synonymous with strictness, and Feng Ziping is no exception.
Feng Zijun was usually afraid of his father to the point of a mouse seeing a cat. Every time Feng Zijun glared at him, he would be paralyzed with fear.
Now, as luck would have it, the vertical screen turned out to be different from before, and he opened it on the other end of the phone and began to curse.
Feng Zijun even doubted whether his old man would eat him alive if he were here right now.
After finally hanging up the phone, Feng Zijun felt that these short three or two minutes were as long as a century.
After answering the phone, his whole body felt as if he had been fished out of water. Before he knew it, his whole body was leaning against the wall and slumped to the ground.
After a great deal of effort, he got up, endured a strong sense of shame, and went to Uncle Xue to apologize and seek Uncle Xue's forgiveness in every possible way, as his father strictly ordered on the phone.
Unexpectedly, I took a closer look and saw that Uncle Xue was nowhere to be seen.
In an instant, his whole body was covered with ice, and he grabbed Hu Xuefang's wrist and shook it violently. "Where is he? Where is uncle Xue...?"
Hu Xuefang pushed away suddenly. "Feng, try touching me again. Believe it or not, I will call your Uncle Xue right away!"
Hu Xuefang's face was full of pride. Indeed, there was a time when she had to take a detour when she saw someone named Feng, but now, thanks to the courage of Feng, she was afraid that her grandson would not dare to fry wings with her, the beautiful lady Hu.
Sure enough, after Hu Xuefang's rough push, Feng Zijun tentatively tried to reach out his hand, but failed to find a way to extend it halfway, and then it hung in the air again, and did not dare to approach Hu Xuefang again.
After thinking for a while, he stopped pestering Hu Xuefang and quickly asked Sao Yuan where Xue Xiang had gone.
After getting the answer, Feng Yanei fell to the ground again.
It turned out that after he took the phone from Xue Xiang, Xue Laosan greeted the eldest sister of the Xia family and turned around.
Indeed, he didn't like to see the bustle here.
Moreover, he now has a high status, and if Ruo Hai is entangled with a fool like Feng Zijun, if word spreads about it, no one will laugh at him.
However, Feng Zijun fell to the ground, and a loud noise suddenly came from the door, and it seemed that many heads were gathering towards this direction.
There was a lot of movement at the door, and the place was suddenly boiling. People who were gathering in various leisure areas rushed towards the door to greet him.
Not long after, he heard loud greetings, and Feng Zijun barely had to glance at him to know that the people coming were several big dandies from the capital.
While collecting land, doubts arose in his mind again, why are these people here?
On weekdays, these few people don't respect their status the most and don't want to come to the Red Star No. 1 where they don't deserve the limelight.
What happened today? Not only did they come, they also gathered together. Could it be that important people are here? No, if they were important people, how could they come here? And even if there were important people, how could they be worthy of being welcomed by these people?
When the crisis was over, Feng Zijun was gathered together by these big boys again, and he became very interested.
It turns out that here and Red Star No. 1 are the subsidiary products of Shi Jianfei's torment at the Red Star Teahouse.
Because the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, new people are replaced by old ones in the world. When Shi Jianfei, Wu Gongzi, and Jiang Chaotian are gradually growing up and settling down, a new generation of Yamen have grown up again.
However, although the old yamen have faded out of the yamen circle, they still need to socialize and entertain, but the capacity of the Red Star Teahouse is limited after all.
The yamen circle continued to expand, gradually exceeding the capacity of the Red Star Teahouse.
Therefore, the Red Star Teahouse opened up the Red Star No. 1 nearby for gatherings of ordinary dandies.
As for the Red Star Teahouse, it has taken advantage of the situation to become high-end. It is extremely difficult to enter if you don't have a certain family background.
Although they talk about sealing off Zijun, even the deputy director of the Organization Department, Mr. Jiang, has never entered.
Moreover, this time Red Star No. 1 held a so-called National Day cocktail party. The organizer had also invited many big offices in the black tea tea house, but they did not even receive a few words of response.
Fortunately, now, a large number of big offices of Hongxing Teahouse are rushing in at this moment. What are they trying to do?
As one of the organizers of the National Day buffet, Feng Yanei suddenly realized that this was an excellent opportunity to make friends with senior officials.
When he thought of this, he suddenly became energetic, stood up quickly, pushed aside the crowd, and went forward to greet him.
Unexpectedly, he separated a few people and was greeted by a tall and thin young man.
Seeing the young man's appearance clearly, Feng Zijun suddenly became energetic and shouted, "Yuan Shaofang called out, but the young man ignored him, stretched out his hand to push him away, and shouted, "Third brother, you
Why are you here? This is not the place you should be..."
After talking to himself, the tall and thin young man scanned the circle carefully, full of surprise. When he was confused, he suddenly spotted the eldest sister of the Xia family and said urgently, "Sister Yuzhen, why are you here? Where is my third brother? He
Not coming?"
At this point, the identity of the visitor is self-evident, it is Xue Yuan, the most incompetent member of the Xue family.
"Brother Xue is here and left just now!"
The eldest sister of the Xia family said.
"Ah, what a coincidence!"
Xue Yuan was annoyed but also filled with joy.
In fact, he didn't want to see Xue Xiang. Every time he met the elder brother of Xue Xiang, he was even more stressed than meeting his uncle Xue Anyuan.
Although Xue Anyuan, the uncle, was a powerful man, at most he was encouraging to his junior and did not say harsh words easily.
Although Xue Xiang, the third brother, would not rebuke him sharply, Xue Yuan was very aware of the influence of his third brother in his own circle, and the reason why he was able to flourish in this circle was because, as an outsider, he could easily get along with others.
Shi Jianming, Jiang Weijun and other large Yamen sects fought against each other, which was just borrowing Xue Xiang's east wind.
In this way, how could he not be in awe of this third brother?
At this moment, when he heard that Xue Xiang was on the Red Star No. 1, he didn't believe it at first, and then he remembered that Xiaowan had said that the third brother would return to Beijing in the next few days. He was also afraid that Xue Xiang would find out later that he was at the Red Star Teahouse at that time.
If we don't meet, it will turn the drama into a mistake, and the consequences will be unpredictable.
So, he plucked up the courage and chased after him.
Not only him, Shi Jianming, Jiang Weijun and others may also have the same mentality. They clearly don't want to come, but they are afraid that the third brother, who is always inevitable to deal with, will use it to talk things over. The scalp is here.
When I arrived at the venue, I heard that the third brother had already left. That couldn't be better.
"Sister Yuzhen, um, what are you doing here with third brother?"
Xue Yuan asked.
He suddenly felt that something was wrong with the problem!
He knows the temperament of his third brother best. So, sometimes, he even feels that his third brother is already forty years old, and he is too mature. His official position and reputation are growing day by day. , with so many things to do, how could he have the leisure to come and play in Red No. 1?
There must be a reason for it!
Without waiting for Xia Yuzhen to intervene, Hu Xuefang stepped forward and said, "You are brother Xue Yuan. My name is Hu Xuefang. My brother Hu Baoguo is a good friend of the third brother. Speaking of which, we are also a family. I don't know why the third brother is here. Yes, but what just happened, I happened to be there!"
As soon as Hu Xuefang said this, Feng Zijun was so shocked that he was out of his wits.
At this point, no matter how stupid he is, he should have thought about who Uncle Xue Xiang who calls himself Xue Xiang is.
He simply couldn't imagine that he would have an intersection, no, conflict with this legendary figure.
I think he, Feng, also grew up listening to the legend of "Jun Song Jiang", and now he is actually competing against his idol. Who the hell can he tell me?
Suddenly, he recalled how all of this happened. He didn't blame himself for not remembering it. It happened that the peacock cake was eaten by the third brother, and he persevered to find fault.
He only blamed Zhao for being too talkative and insisting on pointing out the third brother among everyone.
Damn it, if you don't point it out, I won't be able to find anyone, and this will happen. You son of a bitch, you deserve to die.
At this thought, Feng Zijun was filled with anger and hatred, while Hu Xuefang was explaining the truth to Xue Yuan.
This Feng Yameni took a running start and kicked Zhao Jie, who was already stunned on the spot, on the waist. He immediately kicked this classmate Zhao until he turned into a rolling gourd and rolled far away.
Before Zhao Jie could let out a scream, there was another violent storm of punches and kicks in Fengyamen.
Feng Yanei was getting addicted to the beating, but Xue Yuan was also angry after hearing the original news, "Well, this is really fucking shocking. Feng, you are so damn brave, you dare to ask my third brother to recognize you." If you accept the punishment, you will get out of the way, and there will be blood splattered on your body, so don’t blame me."
Xue Yuan, the second-in-command in the yamen, had already made quite a name for himself in the yamen circle. He was so powerful that when he shouted, the place immediately vacated.
Seeing a bloody drama, the eldest sister of the Xia family suddenly spoke up, "Brother Xue Yuan, forget it, it's all a misunderstanding. It's not a big deal. Brother Xue didn't pursue him. You should listen to Brother Xue." Words!" (To be continued...)