With a bang, Mr. An raised his hand and smashed the glass to the ground, and the whole world became completely pure.
He said, "I'm not dead yet. It's not your turn to lecture or scold me. If you don't want to let this go, get out!"
After scolding, he gave another instruction to Lao Wang.
A letter of resignation was written quickly. After a while, Lao Wang replied, "We have notified the Central Office, the State Office, and the Military Office. Several directors said that the leaders will visit Songzhuzhai immediately!"
At this point, Mr. An has retreated to the second line, and the overall situation has been decided!
There was a roar, and a towering mountain was collapsing in the hearts of An Zaihai, Zuo Qiuming, and Chen Dao.
These few people were so lost that their feet were floating as if they were stepping on clouds. They almost didn't know how to get out of the old man's room.
However, Xue Laosan stayed alone in the old man's room for a long time. When Lao Wang reported that Comrade Guoguang's special car had arrived at the post, Xue Xiang stood up and said goodbye.
He swung the stick too hastily, and An Zaihai and the others were both physically and mentally damaged, and the blow was severe. When he came out of the old man's study, no one came to bother him or question him.
In this way, under the leadership of Lao Wang, Xue Laosan quietly left Songzhuzhai through the secret door.
It was nearly ten o'clock when he left Songzhuzhai. At this hour, the dormitory checks had already been carried out. So he simply did not plan to return to the Central School and strolled towards the Xue family mansion in Yutang Mountain.
It's late autumn, and I've already smelled the smell of early winter. On a late autumn moonlit night, the stars are brilliant, the moon is half-covered, the evening breeze is melodious, I'm walking alone, the sky is vast, it's really a good time to sing and laugh.
It's a pity that Xue Laosan was so preoccupied that he lost the mood to sing to the wind and the moon, and to sing songs to make him happy.
Along the way, Xue Laosan didn't deliberately rush. When he got home, it was almost twelve o'clock.
Without bothering to change his clothes, he quietly opened the door of the little guy's room. He rubbed the floor, and Xiaobai, who was coiled beside the little guy's pillow, saw a meteor streak in the air, and a guy landed on his shoulder, shaking.
With its snow satin-like tail, it tickled Xue Xiang's face.
Xue Xiang stroked Xiao Bai, took a few steps closer, looked at the little guy on the bed, and laughed angrily.
The little guy on the bed has a slender body that almost pokes out of the bed. She has grown up, so no one is trying to change her bed, but classmate Xue Shi is so nostalgic that no one is allowed to touch her cartoon princess.
bed.
Nowadays, a 1.7 meter tall girl sleeping on a 1.8 meter bed will naturally feel very cramped.
Moreover, this big girl is not a law-abiding person. She is most lawless when sleeping. Naturally, this small bed is even more inappropriate.
At this moment, the little guy in big green Doraemon pajamas, holding a large Mickey Mouse in his arms, was sleeping with his back stretched out. Half of the silk quilt had been hung to the ground, with only one corner resting on his belly.
She seemed to be sleeping extremely uncomfortable, with her mouth slightly raised and her brows furrowed. She would hum from time to time.
Xue Laosan quickly picked up the quilt for her and covered it. He gently pushed aside the bangs covering one eye and patted her shoulder. Just as he was about to turn off the light for him, suddenly, the little guy opened his eyes.
"Big guy, you're back!"
The voice was soft and sleepy.
"I'm back, I'm back, it's getting late, go to bed quickly, brother will prepare delicious food for you tomorrow."
Xue Xiang smiled and patted the jade hand she extended, and said warmly.
The little guy held his hand and refused to let go, murmuring, "I'm having a nightmare, I'm afraid!"
As he said that, he moved his body inwards to make room for himself, "Tell a story!"
Xue Xiang patted the back of her hand and said angrily, "Who told you to read those books about gods and ghosts all day long? If you don't have nightmares, who will?"
"Don't talk about me, I'm sleepy, I want to hear a story, hum..."
The little guy drawled a long note and twisted his body like a fool on the bed.
"Okay, okay, tell me!"
Xue Laosan had never beaten this little girl before and sat on the empty seat she vacated, "You're talking about The Legend of the Condor Heroes?"
The little guy hummed.
Xue Laosan began to tell the most exciting martial arts fairy tale in the whole "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" by excerpting "Guo Jing was ordered to leave the desert and Fuqiu Chuji made an eighteen-year appointment."
He spent a lot of effort, but unfortunately the listener was not paying attention, so he only said three sentences, and then a slight snoring sound came from his ears. When he looked around, he saw that the little guy was already asleep, his thin lips naturally closed, and his handsome eyes were slightly closed.
His expression was peaceful, showing that he had slept soundly.
Xue Laosan smiled and continued.
As I get older and bigger, I spend less and less time with my family. Watching the little guy sleeping restlessly makes me feel guilty.
She wanted to listen to the story, and if she continued to tell it, she would stay with her for as long as possible, so he knew that he would not be able to sleep easily tonight.
After talking for more than 40 minutes, when there was a sound outside the door, Xue Laosan put the little one's little hands back into the quilt, tucked the corners of the quilt for her, put Xiaobai next to the pillow, lowered the lamp, and walked lightly.
Go out.
After moving to the hall, just after the tea was watered, Xue Anyuan and Xu Ziqian hurried in.
"Third brother, what happened to General An's resignation? When I came out, Zaihai spoke to me with a nose that was not a nose and eyes that were not eyes. Could it be that you had the idea again!"
Xue Anyuan's face was stern and his tone was passionate.
He is an important military general with command over millions of people. There are really not many things in this world that can move him. But this time Mr. An resigned, for Xue Anyuan, it was like a bolt from the blue.
With Mr. An's resignation, Xue Anyuan not only lost his most important political ally, but also had to face the chain reaction that followed.
In addition, without Mr. An, Xue Anyuan loses the most stable support at the highest-level conference table. Thinking of facing the highest-level political game independently in the future, Xue Anyuan, a veteran of the battlefield, will inevitably feel uneasy.
And all this might have been caused by his nephew, which made it even more difficult for Xue Any to understand and shocked.
Xue Xiang held up a cup of blue and white porcelain. The freshly brewed tea was filled with fresh air and a faint fragrance of heaven. "The two leaders are restless and undecided. Let's drink a cup of tea first to let the taste begin."
Xue Xiang pretended to be a ghost, but Xue Anyuan and Xu Ziqian calmed down. They expected that Xue Xiang would have something to say. This guy was really a ghost.
Half a minute later, Xu Ziqian put down the tea cup and said, "Lao San, I have drank the tea and the gods have made up my mind. Whatever medicine you sell in the gourd should be poured out. The ugly words are in front of you. There is a panacea in the gourd, but there is no cure for it."
That’s all, if it’s a dog-skin plaster, you’ll be responsible for the consequences!”
Director Xu is murderous.
Xue Xiangdao, "Yes, it was my idea for the old man to resign!"
Xue Anyuan's eyebrows jumped and he resisted the urge to slap Xue Laosan.
Xue Laosan saw it in his eyes and continued, "Commander Anyuan, don't be too quick to get angry. My suggestion makes sense. Besides, you have also visited Mr. An. Although the old man was seriously injured, he is still in good spirits.
His mind is even more clear. If the old man can adopt this ridiculous idea, there will be no reason behind it. Don’t forget, the Fourth Plenary Session of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China is being brewed and has not yet been convened!"
After a while, Xu Ziqian stood up, stared at Xue Xiang for a long time, and finally sat back down.
With a bang, Xue Anyuan slapped the table hard, looked at Xue Xiang, and scolded, "Lao San, Lao San, you are fooling around. You have ruined your Uncle Xu's big event."
After receiving these two people's reactions, Xue Laosan knew that these two people had heard the meaning behind his words. He raised his hand to fill Xue Anyuan's tea cup and said, "Uncle, how could I not think about Uncle Xu? I know that Xu Anyuan
Uncle Xu is very hopeful this time, but I don’t think this is the right time for Uncle Xu to make progress. A big change is coming, and with the current rumors, the big change may become a real big change!"
Xue Anyuan raised his eyebrows and stared, "Lao San, you mean that person will... Impossible, impossible, how is this possible? He is ours... You kid, this is nonsense!"
He said it was impossible, but his intermittent tone completely betrayed Xue Anyuan's swaying heart.
Xu Ziqian fell silent, holding the tea cup, motionless, turning into a sculpture.
Xue Xiangdao, "Uncle, Uncle Xu, maybe my guess is wrong, but today's limelight is destined to have such a possibility. I don't want Uncle Xu to take a huge risk with his great future!"
He couldn't say for certain because there was no clear evidence, but he was familiar with history and knew what the outcome would be.
The mark on Xu Ziqian was so profound that it was easily faded over the years while living in the Central School and working in the planning committee.
But if Xu Ziqian rushes to a high position, the faded mark will soon become deep again. If that person escapes from the distance, Xu Ziqian will be completely embarrassed.
The secret political prophecy was almost made plain by Xue Laosan, and the terrifying possibility almost solidified the air.
After a long silence, Xu Ziqian put down his tea cup and said, "Lao San, your Uncle Xu is fifty-seven this year!"
Xue Xiangdao said, "Two years later, we will only be fifty-nine, and we still have ten years of political life!"
Nowadays, the central government is vigorously promoting the rejuvenation of cadres. The ministerial level is only sixty-five years old, but it is no problem for deputy ministers and principal ministers to be in their early seventies.
Xue Anyuan said, "Didn't you predict the big change in two years? That person is not optimistic about it. If he comes down, how can you, Uncle Xu, get up?"
Xue Xiang said, "Before he came down, the wind and waves were high. When Uncle Xu went up, it was a tree target. After he came down, the wind and waves passed, and his emotional points were full. I'm afraid Uncle Xu would have to be pushed up if he couldn't go up."
Nowadays, the high-level game is becoming more and more prosperous, and eradicating the roots is a thing of the past. Xue Xiang knows very well that Yuan Dun has to bear the responsibility just because he is in a certain position.
Although he is far away, the power is still there. As the successor of that man, Xu Ziqian will surely gain great things.
Seeing this clearly, Xue Xiangcai grabbed Xu Ziqian. Otherwise, with Xu Ziqian's current status as political candidate, it would be logical for him to take advantage of the opportunity to fill the last of the six political vacancies.
Xu Ziqian made some secret calculations and knew that Xue Xiang was right. Even if he waited two years, he would definitely join the game.
Looking back carefully at Xue Xiang's past, every prediction was sure to hit. Xu Ziqian did not dare to take the big risk that day for the immediate benefit. At that moment, he slammed the table and said, "You can do whatever you want!" (To be continued...)