After defeating Feng Jing and others, Chen Yingnian felt much better and felt quite contented. He thought to himself that the impromptu wine ceremony just now was so clever that he couldn't help but admire himself.
Holding the empty wine glass, he nodded from time to time to greet the officials next to him, his footsteps were floating on the carpet as soft as clouds.
When I think about being less than fifty years old, I will reach the height of the attention of thousands of people. Even the most proficient numerology magician in the world would never dare to predict my future achievements.
Even though he was slightly tipsy, Chen Yingnian felt more and more happy. He walked a few steps, suddenly raised his head, and recited a poem, "If you are happy in life, you must have all the joy. Don't let the golden bottle stand in the sky!"
Reciting poems and writing poems is an elegant thing, but it definitely depends on the occasion. In today's officialdom, the higher the level, the more reserved they are, and their emotions and anger cannot be expressed, which is the state of affairs.
This one was on the good side. He felt a little proud and then couldn't bear it any longer.
Reciting a line of poetry actually attracted a lot of surprised looks.
However, Chen Yingnian ignored it and stepped forward. Just as he was about to push away the private room where the officials in eastern Zhejiang were, Zhang Jie hurried over. Last time, this gentleman was so rampant that he received a heavy slap from Xue Xiang and had to take anti-inflammatory injections for several days. Today,
The bandage has just been removed, but the corners of the mouth are still swollen, but fortunately it is not so shocking after all.
Hearing Zhang Jie's shout, Chen Yingnian turned around and said with a smile, "You are young after all. You were so seriously injured and you healed in an instant. Don't worry, I will write down this grudge for you. After we go to Liaodong, we will settle the matter slowly."
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Chen Yingnian is kind to the people below him, especially those around him, and Zhang Jie is his confidant. If someone else had severely injured Xue Xiang last time, Chen Yingnian would have put that person to death long ago, that is, Xue Xiang, the famous yamen
.Chen Yingnian knew that he would not be able to chew on it, so he stopped this time.
Zhang Jie said anxiously, "Chief, it was Director Huo who came to see you and asked you to hurry over. He said it was the old chief's strict order."
"Director Huo. Which Director Huo?" Chen Yingnian said suddenly, because this inexplicable Director Huo couldn't figure out who the old leader was for the moment.
Zhang Jie said, "It's Director Huo Mingliang!"
"Is it him? Isn't he in charge of writing? With Lao Xing here, he dares to call himself director?" Chen Yingnian said inexplicably.
"Oh, Chief, if you ask me who to ask, that's what the person who came to deliver the message said. Hurry up, the old Chief is in a hurry, don't dare to neglect." Zhang Jie urged. Previously, he was in the hospital for final swelling treatment.
The call was made directly to the hospital. Obviously, the hospital was in urgent need of help. It concerned the old chief, how dare he neglect it.
Chen Yingnian waved his hand and said, "Why don't you dare to neglect, so I did? What's wrong? Now that you're here, don't leave. Lao Song, Lao Zhang and the others are all here. These people are all baristas, and I'm alone
I really can’t stand it, so you have to help me.”
Zhang Jie was very anxious. He was not Chen Yingnian, so naturally he did not have the calmness to do so. He spoke very urgently on the phone. It was obvious that the old leader was in a hurry. There was no time for drinking now.
Just as he was about to persuade him again, a voice came from behind him, "Comrade Yingnian, please make it easy for me to find you. If Cheng Lao comes to see you in an emergency, follow me quickly."
The two turned around and saw that it was Huo Mingliang, a handsome young and middle-aged man with clear features. Strangely, Huo Mingliang was followed by two tall and strong men. They were not wearing a suit, but almost wrapped around them.
Chen Yingnian clearly saw that something was wrong, and glared at Huo Mingliang and said, "Why are you bringing people here? Do you know where this is? If you dare to do this to me, believe it or not, I will turn around and talk to Lao Xing and tell you to look good immediately."
Huo Mingliang said, "Comrade Yingnian still doesn't know that Comrade Xing Zhiguo has retired and is now probably back home in western Shanxi."
"What! How is this possible!" Chen Yingnian's mouth suddenly opened in disbelief.
Others don't know who Lao Xing is, and Chen Yingnian doesn't know. In the past twenty years, Chen Yingnian has dealt with Lao Xing more times than with the old man. This old Xing can be said to be the old man's right-hand man.
Now, Lao Xing has retired, which is equivalent to the old man cutting off one of his own hands. Today, Lao Xing is only thirty-three in his fifties, and he is still a hundred and eighty thousand miles away from retirement. It can be said that at his age, he can continue to work until the old man dies.
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No matter what the trick, Chen Yingnian couldn't figure it out.
Huo Mingliang had no intention of explaining more, and finally urged, "Comrade Yingnian, it's time to go. The leader said that if you don't appear in front of him within an hour, we will all be subject to military law."
"Military law? How old is it? He still does this. It's really okay. I won't go. What's going on?" Chen Mingliang looked up and glared.
"Then I have nothing to say. Comrade Ying, when the old leader is furious, in full view of everyone here, if you don't have the face, I won't be able to keep it for you!"
After Huo Mingliang spoke sternly, he waved his hand, and the two strong men behind him strode forward to get him.
Zhang Jie said anxiously, "Chief, don't push back. They even brought people here. It's obvious that they have planned this for a long time. If you push back, it will be us who will suffer the loss and lose face. Think again!"
Chen Yingnian finally listened to these words. The man named Huo made it clear that he wanted to force himself. Hard capping was not an option. A quarrel might not change the result. Looking at it, many people had gathered in the corridor and were giving advice.
, Chen Yingnian finally let it out in one breath, "Okay, I'll just go with you to the old man's place and see how I clean you up."
After that, he strode away, deliberately bumped into the two big men, gave them a hard shove, "Get out of the way, don't block the road!"
Half an hour later, Chen Yingnian appeared in a courtyard near the Planning Commission compound.
The smooth bluestone road, the wide yard, the green trees planted in an orderly manner in the atrium, and the ivy that has climbed half of the blue and white stone wall, everything seems to indicate that this is just the most ordinary house.
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An old green linen cloth was hung loosely on his thin and stiff frame. His snow-white silver hair seemed to illuminate the dark brown age spots on his cheeks. Even when he was bent over, his figure looked too tall. This was because he had shrunk in age.
For this reason, if anyone in Qingzhuang saw him, he would definitely say "What a big man".
Under the sycamore tree whose bark has been mottled and cracked, a plate of gladioli grew particularly green. Mr. Cheng took a tin sprayer and turned it around on the gladiolus. He dropped three drops here and two drops there, about 100% of the time.
After half an hour, Chen Yingnian stood under the sun five meters away and waited for almost half an hour.
The stone bench was only two steps away from him, under the shade of dense bamboo. Just looking at the white ground everywhere, covered with deep black shadows, the shaking of the bamboo caused a chess book on the stone table to be blown away.
If you have to turn it over, you should know where it is, it must be very cool. (To be continued...)