In a cafe on the bank of the Huaijiang River, the three of them were sitting in the open air drinking coffee and waiting for Ling Zijie. Song Shuang looked at Liu Handong. After not seeing him for a long time, his whole temperament was different. He had a beard on his face, and he looked like that.
He has a rough and powerful beard, strong arms under the T-shirt, a black and white checkered Arab scarf loosely wrapped around his neck, a pair of long legs in ripped jeans stretched out lazily, and his feet are made of low-key Converse canvas
shoe.
"You know how to dress up now. You look as coquettish as a male model." Zhu Pengpeng said with a smile.
Liu Handong immediately thought of Zheng Jiayi, and he unconsciously followed her in terms of dressing taste, and couldn't help but smile.
"Who are you thinking of, so happy?" Before Zhu Pengpeng's heart-wrenching question could be answered, Ling Zijie hurried over. His dress was completely different from Liu Handong's. He was still wearing a complete Ermenegildo Zegna suit with his coat on his hands in June.
One button on the collar of his shirt was loose, and his tie was also loose. He didn't look like a government servant, but more like a male TV anchor.
Zhu Pengpeng had already ordered a cup of iced coffee for Ling Zijie. Now he placed it in front of him and said sweetly: "Drink it, see if it's hot for you."
"Thank you, wife, okay." Ling Zijie sat down, "I'm sorry, everyone, we are too busy on stage. We just finished the show and there are still a few manuscripts to write, so I can't stay with you for too long."
Song Shuangqi said: "Have you tuned to the TV station?"
Ling Zijie said: "No, the Municipal Government Information Office has a permanent office at the TV station, and also runs a program, which is broadcast every Friday night to promote the development of Omi. I am the anchor and also serve as the editor and director. In addition to these, I also serve as the municipal
As the executive deputy director of the Government Information Office, I also need to handle some administrative work. There are too many things and I am very busy."
Song Shuangdao: "You can be regarded as benevolent and benevolent. It is remarkable that you are in a high position at such a young age."
Ling Zijie laughed at himself: "Come on, who am I? Secretary Liu and Mayor Zhou are the real young and promising people. Those in their thirties are the chief ministers and deputy governors. I am far behind. I am almost thirty years old."
Deputy Division, by the way, the province transferred a deputy secretary who is younger than Liu Fei. In addition, the newly arrived director Ding of the Organization Department of the municipal party committee is also young. Not to mention Shen Hongyi, the head of the municipal bureau, who is thirty
There is no younger deputy director at the top, there are only younger ones, haha, there has been good drama in Jiangdong politics in recent years."
Zhu Pengpeng said: "What do you think of those people who have been working in the field for a lifetime and are barely qualified as associate subjects? Why don't they just crash to death?"
Ling Zijie shook his head with a smile and drank coffee.
"By the way, Shuang'er, you just said that Liu Handong entered Zhongyanhuang. Which department is he in? Can you give me two gas cards?" Zhu Pengpeng joked.
Song Shuang said seriously: "Liu Handong works in the international public relations department and has no contact with the gas station business. To get a gas card, you have to ask Comrade Ling Zijie. He is a civil servant and has a car reimbursement."
Ling Zijie almost spit out his coffee when he took a sip, he apologized hurriedly and got a tissue.
"Why don't I just ask you for a gas card?" Song Shuang joked.
"No, no, no, what did you just say, International Public Relations Department?" Ling Zijie is concerned about this. He has a classmate from Beiqing University who is also a top academic figure. He later studied in the United States. He is proficient in English and smart. Some time ago,
I heard that I was applying for the Zhongyanhuang International Public Relations Department, but it is really puzzling that a semi-literate person like Liu Handong could get in and work. There is only one possibility. Song Jianfeng used his personal connections to forcefully place him in.
Liu Handong nodded and said: "Yes, I am now the Middle East correspondent of Zhongyanhuang International Public Relations Department, but I don't need to be stationed abroad for the time being, and some training has not been completed."
As a member of the officialdom and a journalist, Ling Zijie would never let others get more limelight than himself. It took him half a second to regain his composure, nodded slightly and said, "The International Public Relations Department is a good department." Then he changed the subject.
, continue to talk about your own affairs.
"The new production base of Qingshi High-Tech will be fully put into operation on July 1st, with the production lines fully operational. This will create a record in the industrial history of Omi and even Jiangdong. It is not an exaggeration to be called Jiangdong Speed. To be honest, in terms of economic development, Secretary Liu
There are indeed two brushes. After Qingshi Hi-Tech changed its helm, the profit and tax increased astonishingly." Ling Zijie said with excitement, "We are going to make a series of programs to report specifically on this matter."
Song Shuang said: "What kind of enterprise is Qingshi Hi-Tech now? Private or foreign-owned?"
Ling Zijie said without hesitation: "Not much has changed."
Song Shuang said: "How did I get the news that there are no more members of the Xia family on the board of directors, Xia Qingshi's widow and daughter are not here, and neither is Xia Baishi. What's going on?"
Ling Zijie said: "This is normal. No matter what the nature of the enterprise is, it is a major taxpayer in Omi. As long as it can create GDP and create jobs, you don't care what its name is."
Song Shuang said reluctantly: "Of course I can ignore it, but the Xia family has to take care of it. How can it be uncomfortable if the family property that they have worked so hard to build is being taken away by others? We talk all day about establishing a society ruled by law.
Such a crazy grab for wealth without any scruples, under the guise of benefiting the people, okay?"
The atmosphere was a little awkward. Zhu Pengpeng smoothed things over: "Stop talking and think about what to eat tonight. I'm already hungry."
With Ling Zijie's eloquence, it was easy to refute Song Shuang into silence, but he didn't want to do that, and there was no need to jeopardize his connections because of other people's affairs. He made a haha and took out his credit card. Zhu Pengpeng said: "You guys
Go eat, swipe my card, I have something else to do, so I’m leaving first, sorry.”
With that said, he said hello to Song Shuang and Liu Handong and hurried away. An Audi A6 had been waiting on the roadside for a long time. When Director Ling got in the car, he sped off.
Song Shuang smiled and said: "Pengpeng, that's okay. My boyfriend made a special trip to deliver the card."
Zhu Pengpeng's mouth tilted: "Look at him, he is so young and has an official air. I don't like it, so I will replace him sooner or later."
After all, it was obvious that Zhu Pengpeng was still deeply in love with Ling Zijie. The three of them continued chatting in the cafe for a while and then went to eat. This time they chose an elegant and quiet Italian restaurant, but they still met an acquaintance.
That time, if Liu Handong hadn't helped to testify, Shang Yucheng would have spent some time in a Korean prison. He remembered this situation, so he greeted him politely, with a little surprise in his eyes, because Liu Handong was dragging two people.
Moreover, Song Shuang and Zhu Pengpeng are both young, beautiful and energetic types.
Xuan Donghui greeted Liu Handong naturally and continued eating. Shang Yucheng picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth, waved to the waiter and whispered a few words.
Liu Handong and the others found a table in the distance and sat down. As soon as they finished ordering, the waiter brought over a bottle of red wine. The products of Chateau Lafite had a market price of about 5,000 yuan. They said they were given by a customer named Shang.
"Shuang'er, did that guy fall in love with you and give you such an expensive drink?" Zhu Pengpeng thought that Shang Yucheng was not interested in drinking, so he hit Song Shuang with his elbow and chuckled.
Song Shuang said: "Nonsense, didn't you see that he is Liu Handong's friend?"
Liu Handong accepted the bottle of wine with a smile and asked the waiter to open it and pour it into a decanter. He picked up the tall water glass and expressed his gratitude to Shang Yucheng from afar.
Shang Yucheng felt very proud, smiled reservedly, and continued to pick up the knife and fork to cut the steak. Suddenly his phone vibrated. He took out his Vertu phone to answer the call, said a few words and hurriedly stood up, and said to Xuan Donghui: "Sorry, the factory
There was an accident and I have to rush back to deal with it."
After that, he picked up his bag and left. When he passed by Liu Handong's table, he didn't forget to come over and hand over his business card. He said a few polite words and said that he might treat you to a meal or something before he left in a hurry.
Zhu Pengpeng picked up the business card. The slightly embossed name printed on the gilded imported cardboard was Shang Yucheng. His title was Deputy General Manager of Qingshi Industrial Park of Xiaoshangcun Group. The last four digits of his mobile phone number were all 8.
"Wow, he's a rich man." Zhu Pengpeng exclaimed, covering his mouth in an exaggerated manner.
"What are you yelling about? He's just a rich second generation." Song Shuang said with disdain, "The development model of the Xiaoshang Village Group is abnormal. On the surface, it is a collective economy, but in fact, it is colonialism in its heart. It treats the surrounding poorer villages as
Their colonies, exploiting labor and dumping products."
Zhu Pengpeng put his hand on his forehead: "Shuang'er, I can't keep up with your rhythm anymore."
The waiter brought the food, and the three of them picked up their knives and forks and ate while drinking red wine. When they were almost done eating, Song Shuang's mother Lin Hong called and said she didn't bring the key and asked her to go home quickly.
"I'll leave first, and we'll meet again another day." Song Shuang had no choice but to leave early. Zhu Pengpeng felt that it was awkward to have dinner with Liu Handong, so he made an excuse to leave.
"You go ahead, I'll pay the bill." Liu Handong said.
Zhu Pengpeng was not polite to him either, he happily took Song Shuang's arm and left.
Liu Handong paid the bill and was about to leave when he saw Xuan Donghui standing in front of him.
"Come for a walk with me." Xuan Donghui said.
The two left the western restaurant and strolled along the tree-lined avenue of Binjiang Park. Under the moonlight, Xuan Donghui's face was so bright and flawless that it made people's hearts beat. This was a kind of mature and dignified beauty, which was similar to Song Shuang's youthful and lively beauty.
, compared with Zheng Jiayi's intellectual and elegant beauty, each has its own merits.
Xuan Donghui said: "You must be wondering why I am with Shang Yucheng."
Liu Handong was speechless. Although Xuan Donghui was his first love, that happened a long time ago. He had no sense of curiosity or expectation about the future of the two of them. It was impossible to revisit old dreams, but a man's
His nature still makes him a little unhappy, because Shang Yucheng is not a good destination.
Xuandong Hui said quietly: "Shang Yucheng has the characteristics of almost all the rich second-generation upstarts in rural areas. He is arrogant, wasteful, spends money like water, and has no knowledge or skills. But one good thing about him is that he is not bothered and treats me well.
I have rejected him countless times, but he still remains obsessed with me. I am already thirty years old, and the job of being a stewardess is very hard, and I won’t be able to survive for long. I need to find a haven.”
Liu Handong was silent for a while and said: "As long as I treat you well, it doesn't matter if I am a second-generation rich man. I feel that Shang Yucheng is quite motivated. I see that his business card has the title of deputy general manager of the industrial park printed on it."
Xuan Donghui said: "If a family business is not passed on to future generations, why should it be handed over to the state? Shang Yucheng has always been ignored. This time his grandfather made him a vice president. He worked hard. No, the industrial park
There was an accident and I rushed back to deal with it so anxiously that I didn’t even bother to eat."