"Better greet you, Pan'er. My husband is young and promising, and he treats you well. Let me tell you, Xiaoliu is no longer a thing. Last time, he was still there quietly burying you with us. Why do you think your husband is so capable, and he is so...
You are young and handsome, and you may fall in the eyes of someone who will, when the time comes, kick you!"
"Listen, this bitch has such a venomous mouth!"
At this time, Sister Su Su continued to talk to Qin Pan'er, the envy in her eyes was beyond words.
Qin Pan'er laughed repeatedly, rubbed her fingers together, her mood was changing, and it was extremely complicated.
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After a while, An Jiang passed the security check, sent a message to Uncle Forbes, and got on the plane to the capital.
After repeated battles, An Jiang was already a little tired. After entering the stratosphere, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Two and a half hours later, the plane landed smoothly at the Beijing Airport.
As soon as An Jiang walked to pick up the plane, he saw Uncle Fu waving to him in the crowd, with an extraordinary air and a majestic look on his brows.
An Jiang walked out quickly, and Uncle Fu came over to greet him. He held An Jiang's hand tightly, shook it several times, and said in a deep voice: "Third Young Master, welcome back to the capital."
"Uncle Fu, it's so late, it's delaying your rest!" An Jiang smiled and said warmly.
"No delay, no delay! Let's go home as soon as possible! The chief said he had insomnia tonight and refused to take medicine. He has stayed up until now and is still awake. I guess he is waiting for you at home. He has to wait until he sees someone.
Go to sleep peacefully." Uncle Fu smiled and shook his head, then said hurriedly.
An Jiang felt warmth surge in his heart and immediately nodded in agreement.
Soon, the two walked to the parking lot, got into a black Audi A8, and sped along.
An Jiang looked at the neon lights outside the car window, feeling endless emotions in his heart.
The capital city is prosperous and prosperous, unlike other places.
This is the real center of power. Who among the officials has never dreamed of being proud of the spring breeze and seeing all the flowers in the capital in one day?
After a while, the car arrived at a quiet alley.
Although Fu Bo's face was his passport, the guards in formal attire stopped the car, saluted them, checked all the documents as usual, and asked An Jiang to register accordingly before letting him go.
In the hutong, there are courtyards everywhere that are very characteristic of the capital city. Although they have been attacked by wind and rain, their beauty has not changed.
Those red doors and pure copper rivets, under the light, exude dazzling light and seem to tell their respective histories.
Even, looking at the courtyards everywhere through the car window, An Jiang almost felt as if the melodious sound of the huqin and the melodious singing of babbling were ringing in his ears.
This is a high temple, and every day for the people living here is a drama that never ends.
However, the wonderful things within them all belong within this high vermilion wall, and have always been kept secret from the outside world, making it impossible for people to speculate.
Once you enter Houmen, it is as deep as the sea, nothing better than this.
An Jiang followed Uncle Fu into a courtyard with a lush loquat tree in the courtyard. After passing through the second door, following the row of lotus jars and colorful begonia flowers, he hurried towards the study.
When the two of them walked away, they saw the study room was brightly lit, and Mr. He was sitting at the desk, writing something with a splash of ink.
"Grandpa."
An Jiang looked at the old man's obviously more white hair under the lamp and the deeper wrinkles on his cheeks. His throat suddenly became choked, and he bowed deeply with tears in his eyes.
When Mr. He heard this, his face showed some joy at first, but the next moment, his face became serious again, and he snorted: "You still want to come back? Didn't you say that we have broken all ties?"
Uncle Fu chuckled lightly, knowing that the chief had a arrogant attitude, and with him as an outsider present, it would be difficult for the grandparents and grandson to express their sorrows about separation, so he gently closed the door of the study and retreated.
"My words are all young and energetic, and they are all wild words. Grandpa, please don't be as knowledgeable as me!" An Jiang chuckled, joked, and then hurriedly ran to the table, polishing ink while looking at the banners on the table, his face full of tears.
He nodded in admiration and said: "Grandpa's writing power has become more and more powerful. He is as powerful as a swimming dragon and as graceful as a startling giant. He has already won the samadhi of Wang Youjun!"
"That's nonsense. My hand is a vise, lifting an oil pipeline. It's okay to do hard work. Writing is just for self-cultivation and arty. How can I compare with Wang Youjun? I'm not flattering enough." Mr. He nodded with his finger.
An Jiang, although his lips were open, he could not hide the smile at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. Then he threw the brush aside and said: "Forget it, you have disturbed my mood, so I won't write anymore!"
Hearing this, An Jiang immediately put down the ink stick, wiped his hands, held Mr. He's arm, and sat down beside him.
"When you come back this time, how long will you stay?"
Mr. He raised his finger and pointed to the chair next to him, motioning An Jiang to sit down, and said with some hope in his eyes.
"We have to go back after a few days' stay. The development zone is full of complicated things and we can't escape." An Jiang looked at the old man's eyes and didn't dare to look at him. He lowered his head and said.
"You..." When Mr. He heard this, the expectation in his eyes immediately turned into disappointment. After sighing softly, he sighed softly: "Well, since you have your plan, I won't force you. Why?
When you are an official, you must benefit one party. You have done a good job in the development zone, and what you said that day is also very good. The country is the people, and the people are the country. The most important thing we party members and cadres should do is to give us the people.
Power is used to benefit the people!"
Hearing these words, An Jiang's nose suddenly became sour, and tears fell down.
Perhaps, he left this home.
However, Mr. He's eyes never left him for a moment. Otherwise, how could he remember so clearly what he said at a meeting.
"You are such an adult, why are you still crying like a child? It's not cool!" Mr. He looked at An Jiang's appearance, sighed softly, pushed the tissue box next to An Jiang, and changed the subject: "This time
Is there something going on in the capital?"
"To make money for the department, I may need some help from Uncle Sijian." An Jiang said immediately.
He did not tell Mr. He about Qi Weiguang.
The old man is old and his health has not been very good these years, especially his heart.
Some things should be kept hidden. If something goes wrong due to mood swings, he will be blamed for it. The consequences will be disastrous. He will be the sinner of the He family.
Having an old man in the family is really like having a treasure!
These matters still need to be discussed properly with the second uncle He Sijian.
After all, the old man is the symbol of the He family today, and the person in charge of the overall situation is actually the second uncle - He Sijian!
He is currently a member of the committee, secretary and director of the Party Leadership Group of the National Development and Reform Commission. He is responsible for presiding over the overall work of the National Development and Reform Commission! He is also responsible for formulating and implementing major national development strategies and plans!
He holds great power and has a decisive influence on economic and social development!
Mr. He frowned slightly and said, "For yourself? Or for the development zone?"