"I encountered something today. Fang Guozhong's nephew built a villa on a large piece of land near the Painter Village. The courtyard is bigger than our house." Fan Yong looked at his father and sat down at the desk.
I also found a chair in the back and sat down.
Fan Qiyuan looked at his son and smiled: "Don't you know who Fang Guozhong's nephew is?".
Seeing his son's surprised face after hearing his words, Fan Qiyuan said: "You will know who he is if you find out for yourself. His name is Fang Yi. First, tell me what happened today."
After listening carefully to his son's explanation, Fan Qiyuan waved his hand to signal his son to go out. Watching Fan Yong go out, he couldn't help but sigh: His second son is still a little behind his eldest son.
Far away. Let’s take today’s incident as an example. If the eldest son hears this, he will definitely know who Fang Guozhong’s nephew is and what his daughter does. The second son only knows Fang Guozhong.
The name of this border official is very prestigious to anyone, but his family knows his own affairs. As soon as Fan Qiyuan took office, he felt what his predecessor said when he left, this Jiangnan is the Jiangnan for Jiangnan people.
Now Fan Qiyuan has realized this sentence personally. The so-called three fires for a new official to take office are as good as those that have not been burned. Apart from making a few noises on TV, there is nothing else! Nothing else! The whole of Shicheng
The group of people here cannot be soaked in oil and salt, and cannot be broken open by water. They are like a big solid stone. And the superiors sent themselves here for no other reason than to chip away at this stubborn stone. Now it seems that things are not the same.
Fan Qiyuan thought so simply.
In fact, this group of people was waiting for Fan Qiyuan to make a move, and there were only two choices for Fan Qiyuan. Either be with the light or be alone! But Fan Qiyuan couldn't have either of these two options. This was a game, and the fight was not about force but force.
It's intelligence and skill.
"Fang Guozhong!" Fan Qiyuan tapped the table with his fingers and said the name in his mouth, thinking carefully. In Fan Qiyuan's view, Fang Guozhong may not be unable to win over, because in the eyes of Fan Qiyuan and the people behind him, Fang Guozhong is a moderate among the local faction.
Yes, but we need to carefully consider the price of this win-over.
As a veteran, I understand that the way to be an official is not only to seek progress, but more importantly, to seek stability. Make progress while being stable. Only when necessary can you be qualified to win. I don't think that I only need to be like Fang Guozhong.
If you add more burdens, Fang Guozhong will burst into tears of gratitude. He will be responsible for his own actions! After reaching this level, who's IQ can be much worse than the other's?
And Fang Guozhong's position is very important. If you want to attack the hard-liners and moderates, there is no way around it. It is not possible to attack the good-tempered tiger of Fang Guozhong first. Not only will it scare the snake, but the backlash will be too big. If you are not careful, you will defeat Fang Guozhong.
Forced to the opposite side. If this really happens, not to mention that I have gone ten points, at least I have got ** points.
As for all the local tigers fighting together, it sounds very majestic, but today Fan Qiyuan did this, and he will leave with his tail between his legs tomorrow. Fang Guozhong is not just trying to win over him.
After the faction was cleared, it was Fang Guozhong's turn. If it hadn't been a few years ago, this man would have been a staunch localist. Thinking about Fang Guozhong, Fan Qiyuan fell into deep thought.
At this time, Fan Qiyuan didn't know yet that Fang Guozhong was ready to throw away the burden on his shoulders and have nothing to do. If he knew about it, Fan Qiyuan wouldn't be happy, because now he can't take over here.
Fang Guozhong, who had made up his mind, originally only planned to stay for two or three days, but now he extended his stay for two more days and was ready to stay at his nephew's house for a few more days.
Fan Yong listened to what I said, went back and inquired a little, and found out who Fang Yi was and what he did. Not only did he know what he did, but he also knew what kind of reputation Fang Yi was in the foreign painting circles.
"Fuck!" Fan Yong banged the table and immediately yelled: "If I were only 250, I would be used as a gun by you bitch!".
After reading through Fang Yi's introduction, Fan Yong understood that Fang Yi was not something he could do arbitrarily. Not to mention that he was not qualified to occupy others' things. I was afraid that he would have a headache if he encountered it himself.
Why? Influence in this place, as long as it is not murder and arson, and people are angry, you can't just make trouble for this kind of people. Because the trouble you want to find will definitely be more than the trouble you find him. In comparison, Fang Guozhong
This nephew is much easier to deal with! Because Fang Guozhong is only an official within the individual system.
Take the Soviet Union as an example. From Stalin to Khrushchev, they were all murderous masters, right? But there is no good way to deal with Solzhenitsyn, a determined reactionary. 'Russia's conscience' was invested first.
He was sent to a labor camp, and then expelled from the Soviet Writers' Association. Finally, he couldn't stand the old boy's reactionary spirit, so the Soviet Union took away his nationality and exiled him to Europe. You heard it right, Siberia is not a sterile place.
, but European and Western society.
Finally, as soon as the Soviet Union disintegrated, Yeltsin invited him back to the Soviet Union from Europe. Others would most likely die in labor camps, but this old man was actually cured of gastric cancer after entering the labor camp! Now when the name of the old man is mentioned, he still
Have life experience, speak internationally
He said that the Soviet leaders were cruel, undemocratic, and unfree. I didn’t even think about it. If he really had no scruples, would he let this old man live until the Soviet Union collapsed? According to the original temper of Stalin and Khrushchev, they would have been dragged by the guards.
Go out and take a shot in the head.
In short, no matter which country it is, a normal government will not do such evil things. Think about the death of an internationally famous artist. When people ask how he died, everyone will tell them what government killed him.
What will be the reaction of international public opinion? Whoever does it well will be included in the history books. Who has nothing to do and lacks a brain to do such a thankless task?
Thinking of this, Fan Yong became even more angry. He muttered: "This bastard is just trying to take advantage of others!". After nagging Fang Yi for a while, he could only nag Ran Tian in his heart.
I hate it even more.
Regardless of whether Fan Yongsheng was angry or not, Ran Tian took matters into his own hands and said what he wanted to hug. However, Ran Tian did not go to Wei Jin. Tao Yong and the others asked for Fang Yi's phone number, and even more so for Lu Qikun.
I won’t ask. Because every time he sees Ran Tian, Lu Qikun’s eyes look down on him. He is completely naked and unabashed.
Finally, Ran Tian planned to start with Wang Hongqi. At night, he took a few small things and went to Wang Hongqi's house. Because Wang Jiangqi had a good personality, at least he would not say anything weird, and he would not directly turn against him and kick him out.
, As for the other people, I’m not sure. Lu Qikun was definitely capable of throwing things out and then driving people out.
He stood at the door and looked at Wang Hongqi, who was standing in front of the easel with the door open. With a smile on his face, he gently knocked on the door: "Teacher Wang, are you ready to paint?".
Wang Hongqi turned around after hearing the voice and was surprised: Why did this guy come to my place today? We had never interacted with him before! But there was still a smile on his face: "Why is Teacher Ran free today?" he said.
After that, he motioned for Ran Tian to come in.
Ran Tian's guess was correct. Wang Hongqi really couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He walked in and put things on the table: "I just came here for a walk. When I saw your car, I thought I might as well come in and have a seat! My friend gave it to me.
I have some new tea. I brought it over for you to try! It’s not very good either.”
What about coaxing ghosts? Are you bringing tea with you when you go out for a stroll? Wang Hongqi is thin-faced but not stupid. One look at this man's posture and he knew he had something to say. However, Wang Hongqi did not point it out, but sat and talked.
Ran Tian started chatting.
They chatted left and right for half an hour. Seeing Ran Tian talking about art and national football, he seemed ready to keep going on like this.
Wang Hongqi couldn't stand it anymore. She didn't know how long this guy could keep talking, so he asked directly: "Teacher Ran, what's the matter with you? Look, I'm getting ready to draw!". This means that if nothing happens, get out of here.
I still have to paint here.
"It's nothing big. It's just that a friend wants to buy a house here," Ran Tian said so casually, but as soon as he looked up and saw Wang Hongqi's face, he knew that Wang Hongqi had made a mistake.
Can Wang Hongqi not be wrong about this? The man in front of him came to the house for the first time with something. After talking about nothing for a long time, Wang Hongqi thought that someone was interested in his studio.
"Then I want to hear who is interested in my studio. If the price is right, I will take action." Wang Hongqi said with a smile. He said taking action, but his face did not mean it at all. He looked at Ran Tian's
The look in his eyes is a bit joking. The name of Shicheng Qijun cannot scare everyone, but it can fool everyone who wants to buy his own studio. People who can't fool people will look down on a place as big as his own!
"It's not your studio, look at the misunderstanding!" Ran Tian said quickly: "This friend is interested in Fang Yi's studio. I also think that Fang Yi's house is empty. It's just right that the house prices are so high now.
It’s not a bad idea to sell it, who knows how many more days the house prices will rise!”.
Haha! Wang Hongqi couldn't help but laugh after hearing this. He stared at Ran Tian for two or three seconds, then slapped his thigh and said, "Who says it's not the case! Then tell Fang Yi, what's the use of telling me?
?You don’t think I can be Fang Yi’s master, do you?”
This guy has nothing to do but just sticks his face out to slap him! When Wang Hongqi heard Ran Tian say this, he couldn't help but feel happy.
"Don't I have Fang Yi's number? I just want you to contact Fang Yi." Ran Tian looked at Wang Hongqi and said with a little worry. He muttered in his heart: You are such a bitch, you can still look like this now.
You are obsessed with me, and I don’t even look at how you looked like a few years ago. You can hardly even afford to eat!
Wang Hongqi thought for a moment, since someone was rushing to go and felt uncomfortable, he shouldn't stop him. After thinking about it, he felt that Fang Yi should have gotten up long ago, so he reached out and took out the phone and started dialing.
Fang Yi was in a very bad mood now. He sat at the table and looked at a bowl in front of him, which was filled with yellow soup. When he heard the phone ringing, he immediately took it out, took advantage of the situation and walked aside to leave.
He asked for a bowl that made him feel nauseous: "Lao Wang, what's the matter?"
"Ran Tian is sitting next to me."
"Who?" Fang Yi was surprised when he heard that someone who had never interacted with him got mixed up with Lao Wang. After listening to Lao Wang explain the matter briefly, he said, "Give the phone to Ran Tian!"
.
Hearing Ran Tian's shout on the phone, Fang Yi said directly: "My house is not for sale!" After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Wang Hongqi watched Ran Tian's face change for two or three seconds, then he took the phone and took a look and found that he had hung up. He happily put it in his pocket and asked narrowly: "What's the matter?"
Sample?".
"He has no intention of taking action, so I'll take my leave." After saying that, he stood up from the chair, walked out the door dejectedly, turned around, looked at Wang Hongqi's studio door, and said softly: "What the hell is Shicheng?"
There is no good thing among Qijun!" Then he spit out his foam and landed on the ground at Wang Hongqi's door. (To be continued...)