After all, Liu Hannan was an external civilian employee of the Municipal Bureau. The traffic police showed mercy and rode away on a motorcycle. Hannan continued to show off to Xia Mengxue, saying that my brother was a big leader and was in charge of tens of billions of projects. He just said
, help me get a sports car to play with next time, Xiaoxue, what car do you like, I will let my brother buy it.
Xia Mengxue replied instantly: Of course it’s a Maserati, and I want the pink one! A few seconds later, she said, I want to eat Pizza Hut tonight, please treat me.
Liu Hannan was very happy. After studying for a while, he drove the Mercedes-Benz into the compound of the Public Security Bureau, went upstairs, and asked his colleagues for advice on how to put a brand on an imported car without formalities.
A colleague said, isn't that a smuggled car? It is almost impossible to get a black car registered without formalities, unless you have a very strong relationship and know the top leader of the vehicle management office.
Liu Hannan went to find Sun Jihai. Director Sun was about to go out. When he saw him coming, he said enthusiastically: "Hannan, what's the matter?" After hearing what he said, Sun Jihai was happy to help and said, "I'll find a way to complete the formalities."
, as if it was a smuggled vehicle confiscated by the customs, Liu Hannan said thank you, Brother Sun, and went happily. Sun Jihai changed into casual clothes, went downstairs and drove directly to a farmhouse in the suburbs that was not open to the public.
Zhou Wen came back today and had a rare gathering with his old subordinates. Everyone gathered together and talked openly about what was on their mind. Zhou Wen mentioned that he was always suppressed by Liu Fei, and Sun Jihai snapped: "It's not over yet!
I don’t believe we can’t cure him!”
Xu Ning said: "Don't get excited, Old Sun. Jinjiang is not as good as Jiangbei. That is Liu's private land. The Public Security Bureau is his gun. He also has a bunch of idle people under his command. What cannot be solved politically cannot be solved through special methods."
, it’s good to be able to protect yourself now. My bank account and real estate information have been checked by them. Fortunately, I only have a house in my name, worth tens of thousands of yuan, otherwise I would have to fold it in..."
Sun Jihai said: "I don't believe it. They can protect Liu so tightly and protect everyone around him? His secretary, driver, wife, children, and old subordinates can always find out something."
Zhou Wen, who had been silent all this time, spoke up: "Conflicts within the party should not be resorted to secret methods. This is an old rule set by Premier Zhou. Don't mention this matter again."
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Jiangdong Provincial TV Station, Ling Zijie was sitting in the dressing room glumly. There was a new column on the station, "High-end Dialogue", where well-known hosts were invited to interview domestic and even national economic, political, and cultural celebrities. Face-to-face chat interviews, in Ling Zijie's opinion,
This column was simply tailor-made for me, but in the end the host was transferred to another company and was handed over to another famous female host.
Ling Zijie was very depressed, but there was nothing he could do. He was originally the deputy director of the Information Office of the Jinjiang Municipal Government. Later, Liu Fei was promoted to the secretary of the municipal party committee. He was also seconded from the Information Office to the municipal TV station. Two months ago, he was transferred from the city station to the provincial station.
Taiwan is full of talents, but there is no stage for him to display his abilities.
He attributed his failure to the fact that his background was not deep enough. None of the talented people in the station had a good background. For example, the woman who stole his limelight was said to be the mistress of a high-ranking official in the province, while he was just a provincial official.
The prospective son-in-law of the traffic police captain is obviously not worthy enough.
Ling Zijie was sulky for a long time and returned to his office. Just as he was about to pack his things and go home, the director called and said that there was a charity bazaar for the Flying Foundation next week and he needed a host and asked if he was interested.
The head of the Fei Fund is Liu Fei's lover, Xu Xinhe's daughter, the famous philanthropist Ms. Xu Jiaojiao. Ling Zijie's energy suddenly rose and he hurriedly replied: "Okay, no problem."
A week later, Ling Zijie hosted the Fei Foundation charity bazaar. He used all his skills, witty remarks and quotations, and completely controlled the atmosphere of the venue. At one moment, everyone was excited by his excitement, at another, shed tears by his sensationalism, and at another, they burst into cheers.
The effect of laughter was so good that even Ling Zijie himself was a little surprised.
After the charity bazaar, Ms. Xu Jiaojiao held a cocktail party to entertain the distinguished guests, but Ling Zijie left in a hurry, changed his clothes, took off his makeup and left through the back door.
Xu Jiaojiao couldn't find the handsome host in the banquet hall, so she asked the leader of the provincial TV station: "Hey, where is your particularly talkative young man?"
The leader hurriedly called Ling Zijie: "Zijie, where are you? Chairman Xu wants to have a drink with you."
Ling Zijie was overjoyed, but deliberately said: "Sorry, I have to go back quickly because I have something to do at home. My wife is waiting for me to have dinner."
The leader said: "My daughter-in-law cannot have dinner together someday. Chairman Xu wants to see you by name. Come back quickly."
"I can't hear what you said. What happened? The signal on this mobile phone is not good." Ling Zijie said deliberately, and then changed to airplane mode.
The leader said to Xu Jiaojiao very apologetically: "Zijie has something urgent at home, so he has to go back first."
In fact, Xu Jiaojiao had already heard the conversation, and she pursed her lips and smiled: "It's okay, young people have their own lives." In her heart, she felt even more favorable to this handsome young man who did not follow the crowd.
Another week later, the high-end dialogue column invited Ms. Xu Jiaojiao to do a program to talk about domestic philanthropy. Xu Jiaojiao happily went. When discussing with the director team how to make the program, she suddenly asked if Ling Zijie could be the host.
If someone else made such an unreasonable request, the station would definitely not agree to it, but with Xu Jiaojiao, no one would dare to object, so the station leaders coordinated and temporarily transferred Ling Zijie to join the host, forming a team of two hosts and one guest.
Strange pattern.
Ling Zijie really lived up to expectations. During the recording process of the program, he completely controlled the situation and grabbed scenes and lines. However, Xu Jiaojiao cooperated with him so much that the female host almost walked away. Fortunately, this was a recording. If it was a live broadcast,
I'm afraid it's going to be a joke.
Xu Jiaojiao was very fond of Ling Zijie, and the station leaders noticed it. Within a few days, the female host was transferred to another position, and Ling Zijie took over as the director and host of the high-end dialogue column.
After this incident, Ling Zijie and Xu Jiaojiao became friends. Sometimes Xu Jiaojiao would have some high-end dinner parties, and would take Ling Zijie with her. She also helped him apply for a golf membership card, and they would play golf together when the weather was nice.
, by the way, getting to know some high-end people in the political and business circles can be considered as support for Ling Zijie's work.
After a dinner, Xu Jiaojiao's best friends started making noises, saying Jiaojiao, why don't you accept Ling Zijie as your godbrother? Xu Jiaojiao readily agreed, and Ling Zijie didn't hesitate and called her sister on the spot.
Winter is coming, and the first snow falls in Omi. Xu Jiaojiao is invited by the Pingchuan Municipal Party Committee to visit the local orphans. Ling Zijie, as a provincial and Taiwanese reporter, goes with him and takes three off-road vehicles to the mountainous area of Pingchuan. The snow is clear and the sky is clear.
Gao Xianxian, secretary of the Pingchuan Municipal Party Committee, arranged for them to stay at the Creative Base of the Writers Association. There are hot springs here and the snow scenery is excellent.
That night, the comrades of Pingchuan City gave a warm reception and everyone drank a lot. At the wine table, it was decided to establish a branch of the Fei Foundation in Pingchuan. Secretary Gao, on behalf of the people of Pingchuan, donated one million yuan in cash to the Fei Foundation.
Xu Jiaojiao smiled and said: "Secretary Gao, you are not courageous enough. One million is enough for what you can do. It is not enough for me to buy winter clothes for the orphans."
Gao Xianxian said with a sneer: "Chairman Xu, Pingchuan is very poor."
Ling Zijie answered: "Secretary Gao, no matter how poor you are, you can't afford charity. Let's do this. You donate an extra 100,000 yuan, and I will drink a glass of wine. If you donate an extra 200,000 yuan, I will drink two glasses of wine."
Gao Xianxian said: "Teacher Ling is really cheerful. Okay, I'll accept the offer. If you have a drink, I will donate an additional 100,000 yuan. I will donate as much as you drink."
Ling Zijie didn't hesitate, picked up the bottle of red wine, poured a full glass, and drank it up.
"One hundred thousand!" Gao Xianxian said.
Ling Zijie's expression remained unchanged as he picked up another glass of wine and drank it.
"Two hundred thousand!" Gao Xianxian became excited.
In a short time, ten empty crystal wine glasses were placed in front of Ling Zijie.
Xu Jiaojiao couldn't stand it anymore: "Zijie, it's almost done."
"Sister, don't worry about it." Ling Zijie got drunk, and the man's pride was unstoppable. He simply picked up a bottle of red wine and blew on the mouth of the bottle.
Li Lan, deputy secretary-general of the Pingchuan Municipal Party Committee, is a smart person. He noticed that Xu Jiaojiao was a little angry, so he stepped on Gao Xianxian under the table. Secretary Gao came to his senses and said hurriedly: "Three million! We really can't afford any more.
Already."
Ling Zijie stood up, staggering, and his eyes were straight: "Secretary Gao, you said, three million, not even a cent less..." Before he could finish his words, he lay down on the table.
Xu Jiaojiao felt extremely distressed and quickly had Ling Zijie taken away for rescue.
The rescue was too exaggerated. It was just a matter of drinking more red wine, but everyone pretended to be serious about it. They carried Ling Zijie down, pinched him, and breathed oxygen. Naturally, he couldn't drink this wine anymore. Secretary Gao and others
People left in the snow, leaving this quiet villa area to the distinguished guests from the provincial capital.
Ling Zijie woke up from his sleep and found water droplets on his face. He licked it and it was bitter and salty.
"Water..." Ling Zijie said.
The sound of footsteps sounded, and he opened his eyes and saw a slim figure wearing a light blue nightgown. It was his god-sister Xu Jiaojiao, and he was lying on the bed. His clothes seemed to have been taken off, leaving only his underwear.
Ling Zijie was frightened and sat up.
Xu Jiaojiao brought the water glass over, with faint traces of tears on her face. She said angrily: "You wake up and drink to death. A cup of wine worth 100,000 yuan. Who cares about his little money? You have spoiled my brother like this. I
It will be bad luck for him if he turns around."
Ling Zijie hurriedly said: "It's nothing, sister, I can drink well, I just..."
"Don't say anything. I know you are doing your best to me, and I know everything." Xu Jiaojiao snuggled closer, the smell of her body was intoxicating, and the waves inside the neckline of her pajamas were surging.
"Sister, goodbye." Ling Zijie resisted in vain, but Liu Xiahui couldn't control this situation even if he were born again.
Outside the window, the mountain wind is howling and the snow is falling. In Villa No. 5, the spring scenery is endless.