When Chen Sanjin and Xiang Que came in, there were already two people sitting in the main and lower seats, an old man with gray hair and a middle-aged man with a serious face.
At first glance, these two people have one thing in common, that is, official power is very important. That’s what being an official is like. Regardless of whether they are in office or retired, as long as people in high positions can be infused with official aura for a long time.
, just like rich people who have been influenced by money for a long time, their wealth will be revealed unconsciously.
You can say this is the temperament!
But these two people have a very high official power. Just because of their official aura, it is difficult for evil spirits and ghosts to get close to them. They are like gods who are three feet above their heads. If they approach, they will be frightened away.
"Hello, Mr. Dong." Chen Sanjin first greeted Mr. Dong respectfully, then bowed and saluted to Liu Guodong opposite, and said: "Hello, Chief, the last time we said goodbye was at a business forum in Sanya.
, I didn’t expect to see you again after a few months. Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you.”
Liu Guodong had a calm smile on his face, stretched out his right hand and pressed it down, saying: "Don't be too polite in this situation, Mr. Chen, please sit down."
Chen Sanjin nodded, turned around and said, "Let me introduce to Mr. Dong and the chief. This is a junior in the family. His surname is Xiang and his name is Que."
Although Chen Sanjin and Liu Guodong are opposites, this is not a personal grudge, it is purely a factional issue. The etiquette that should be done must still be done. You can't just brag and glare when you meet because they belong to different camps. This is a bit unworthy.
It's on the countertop.
After Chen Sanjin's introduction, Mr. Dong and Liu Guodong looked at Xiang Que at the same time, with a hint of surprise and surprise.
This young man is so ordinary that it’s a bit unbelievable!
"Huh?" Xiang Que smiled faintly and bent down, saying, "Hello, two chiefs."
"Sit down, don't be formal." Mr. Dong waved his hand and said: "I just came to my house to have a casual meal and chat. There are no leaders here, only elders and juniors."
Liu Guodong didn't say a word, just looked at him expressionlessly, that is to say, with his identity and status, he showed no emotion or anger. If it had been another person, he would have smashed the job on the table.
It's past.
Just like the crows in Young and Dangerous, if they don't agree with each other, they must turn over the table.
Because of Xiang Que, one member of the Liu family is unconscious, one is half-dead, and another is seriously injured. These three are all Liu Guodong's most direct relatives. If all three of them die in the West, Liu Guodong will be dead by nearly half.
of relatives.
Then you tell me, how much hatred and resentment these two people must have, but they still have to sit at the same table and eat like no one else. This is really not easy!
The food on the table is quite simple, for four people, five home-cooked dishes plus a soup, a bowl of rice for each person, and no wine. This is really a simple meal.
"Eat, I'm from Hubei, the taste is a bit spicy, you try it, and if it doesn't work, ask me to cook two more dishes." Mr. Dong picked up the rice bowl and pointed at the food on the table.
Afterwards, Liu Guodong naturally picked up the chopsticks and said: "I am used to traveling all over the country, and whatever I eat can suit my appetite... Xiao Xiang is from the Northeast. When he was ten years old, he went to Zhongnan Mountain to learn Taoism.
, the taste should be a little lighter, right? Can you get used to it?"
Xiang Que was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said: "It's the same for me with simple food, I'm not picky about food."
Liu Guodong changed the topic very quickly, but secretly he revealed one meaning: I know all about your family background.
When talking to high-level people, you really have to be alert and listen carefully like a wolfdog, because people like them are very artistic in their speech. After a sentence is spoken, you don't think about it for a while.
I can't even figure out what's the point here.
This is one of the first principles of leadership. You cannot speak too clearly. You have to speak in a vague way, and then let you speculate and analyze. If you understand through research, the leader will not say anything. If you understand
If you get the wrong idea from the leader, he will say that you can't do things anymore.
But as for Xiang Que, he doesn't have so many worries.
You offended me, I really can't tolerate you. No matter how high-ranking an official is, he has the confidence to confront you. If nothing else, the floor tiles in the ** Square were paved by their family. Are you afraid of something?
The meal ended after more than half an hour, and no one mentioned anything serious during the meal. To put it in a simple and vulgar way, these four people were all talking nonsense.
After the meal, Liu Guodong stood up and said goodbye, saying: "Mr. Dong, I have a busy schedule and came to see you before you leave. Please take care of yourself."
"Comrade Xiao Liu, I hope you can put national affairs first and do more practical things for the people and the country..." Mr. Dong gave a few simple instructions and then turned to Secretary Zhao and said: "Send Xiao Liu off for me.
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Secretary Zhao stretched out his hand, bent down and said: "Chief, please come this way."
Before Liu Guodong left, he glanced at Xiang Que, who was looking at his toes with his head down, and suddenly said: "I'm talking about being a teenager, holding the yellow on the left, holding the blue on the right...Young and frivolous young people will be formidable.
But I don’t know that the road ahead is difficult and dangerous.”
Xiang Que bared his teeth and said with a smile: "If you're not crazy, can you still be a young man? Those who are late in Xishan should see if the road ahead is stable."
"Whoa!" Liu Guodong and Xiang Que looked at each other at the same time, and a string of sparks and lightning flashed quietly between them.
Liu Guodong nodded expressionlessly and strode out with his hands behind his back. Chen Sanjin then politely followed him.
Only Xiang Que didn't move, and he actually took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it for himself.
Mr. Dong leaned on the back of his chair, picked up a cup of tea, gently blew the floating leaves on it, took a sip, pointed to the tea cup in front of Que and said: "Young man, on weekdays, smoke less and drink more tea to maintain your health.
It’s better to do it early”
Xiang Que held a cigarette in his left hand, picked up the teacup in his right hand, took a sip, and said with a hum, "The Dahongpao comes from the mother tree of Wuyi Mountain."
Mr. Dong frowned slightly when he heard this. Regardless of the taste, this tea is very rare in the world and is not sold on the market. Even if you want to buy it with money, you can't buy it for any amount of money, because this mother tree is very red.
Only a few kilograms of robes are produced in a year, and they are exclusively supplied to the small group of people at the top of the domestic pyramid. Outsiders may have never even heard of it, let alone drank it.
Mr. Dong's own only weighs a little more than a pound, so he might as well drink the rest.
Xiang Que put down the tea cup and said with a grin: "This is the only kind of tea I have ever drunk. I had a lot of stock at home when I was young. I could make two pots of it every day. It quenches my thirst. The tea aroma is pretty good."
The corners of Mr. Dong's mouth twitched and he asked softly: "Now, is there any stock left?"
Xiang Que shook his head: "I drank it for seven or eight years and it's long gone."