The International Production Capacity Cooperation Conference without Fang Zhicheng's participation was nothing. The meeting originally lasted for more than three hours, but ended in less than an hour. Fang Zhicheng received a call from Chen Bo, the deputy director in charge of your National Production Capacity Cooperation Office, and listened to his cryptic
A few words of grumbling, a few words of comfort.
Chen Bo is a smart man and should know what he means.
From now on, you should not invite Fang Zhicheng to participate in ordinary meetings. Fang Zhicheng is the director of the Foreign Investment Department. He is not a flower vase, someone who is praised and paid homage everywhere.
Fang Zhicheng made it very clear that the appearance fee was very high and it was not an important occasion, so he would not attend the meeting easily.
Fang Zhicheng is young. Although he previously served as deputy director of the National Development and Reform Commission, he lacks sufficient personal connections and close connections compared to those who have climbed up the ranks step by step.
In this situation, if you want to control the overall situation, you need to use strategies. He deliberately created the image of a mysterious cadre who has a big air and does not often show his face.
The higher the official rank, the more mysterious it is to maintain a sense of mystery. Only with a sense of mystery will others be afraid of you. Fang Zhicheng tried to take advantage of this public mentality to shape his own image as a foreign-invested company.
Before getting off work, Fang Zhicheng received a call from Wenfeng. Wenfeng didn't know that Fang Zhicheng was already in Yanjing. The call was to tell him that the painting had been completed and asked him where to mail it.
Fang Zhicheng smiled and said: "Master's wife, I'm already in Yanjing, just come and pick it up."
Wenfeng was slightly startled and said angrily: "How long have you been in Yanjing? Why didn't you say anything to me?"
Fang Zhicheng quickly explained: "It's been almost a month since I had a lot of chores at work, so I haven't contacted you."
Wenfeng looked at a newspaper on the table. In fact, before she made this call, she knew that Fang Zhicheng had taken up his new post at the National Development and Reform Commission. The report was so large that it was difficult for Wenfeng, who read the newspaper every day, not to notice.
.However, Wenfeng would not tell Fang Zhicheng directly. She had known that he was in Yanjing for a long time. This always felt a bit strange. It seemed that she was too concerned about his whereabouts.
Wenfeng was silent for a moment and said with a smile: "Okay, you can pick it up at my place tonight. I will send you the address later."
Wenfeng did not buy a house in Yanjing, but senior central bank officials would not lack accommodation and had their own arrangements. Fang Zhicheng carefully studied the information and found out that this is a park villa area located in the East Second Ring Road. When bidding for this land, the developer spent
Not cheap, it is famous for its sky-high price.
After the villa area was built, many high-end residential buildings were built around it. It is a famous wealthy area within the Third Ring Road. Many celebrities and officials have settled here. The supporting facilities are extremely rich, no less than those in Yunhai Jing'an District.
The prosperous villa area has a very domineering name, called Imperial City. Dare to use such a name, which shows how powerful the developer was.
Unfortunately, with the change of government, the developer is no longer there, but the Imperial City still represents the new forces of Yanjing, echoing the Jiangjun Hutong in the heart. One represents the past, and the other represents the future.
The car was stopped at the door. Because the people living inside were either rich or noble, the army arranged for soldiers to stand guard. After Fang Zhicheng called Wenfeng, the soldiers let him go.
Stopping in front of a Chinese-style house, Fang Zhicheng rang the doorbell. To his surprise, a girl in her twenties with heavy makeup and fluffy hair opened the door while chewing gum.
"Who are you looking for?" the girl asked in an indifferent tone.
Fang Zhicheng smiled and said: "I'm looking for President Wen!"
"You've found the wrong person!" The girl looked at him disdainfully, turned around and left.
Fang Zhicheng was stunned, sighed, turned around, studied the address, and called Wenfeng, "Mrs., is the address you sent me wrong? I was standing in front of Building 19, and the other party said it was not
Not here."
Wenfeng patted his forehead and said with a smile: "I sent the wrong address, there is an extra 1, it should be Building 9."
Fang Zhicheng sighed helplessly, glanced at the apartment in front of him, and sighed. It turned out that he rang the wrong doorbell, and he couldn't blame the girl who had a bad attitude towards him just now.
In the apartment, a fat middle-aged man was reading a newspaper. When he saw his daughter coming back angrily from outside, he asked with a smile: "What's wrong, Dai'er? You don't look happy!"
Miao Daier glared at the middle-aged man and said, "I said I found the wrong door."
The middle-aged man sighed and smiled: "It's normal to find the wrong door. You don't need to be so angry, right?"
Miao Dai'er snorted softly and said, "I'm currently on my menstrual period. No one should mess with me."
The middle-aged man shook his head helplessly and the landline rang. He walked over to answer the phone and asked with a smile: "President Wen, what can I do?"
"Lao Miao, did someone ring your doorbell just now?"
Although there is one number difference between No. 9 and No. 19, they are actually very far apart, because numbers with 9 will be assigned to owners with higher status. Wenfeng was afraid that Fang Zhicheng would not find him here, so he suddenly remembered one of his own
An acquaintance happened to live on the 19th floor, so I thought about letting him show me the way down.
Miao Hancheng was stunned for a moment and said with a smile, "Someone rang the doorbell. It seemed like they just left."
Wenfeng quickly smiled and said: "That's my guest. The community is more responsible. One apartment is far away from the other. How about I kiss you and do you a favor? Arrange someone to help him show the way?"
Miao Hancheng was a little surprised and said in astonishment: "President Wen, this guest seems to have a good background."
Wenfeng smiled and said, "He is Lao Song's apprentice."
Miao Hancheng touched his mouth and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll ask Dai'er to send him there."
After hanging up the phone, Miao Hancheng hurriedly went upstairs and pulled Miao Daier downstairs. The car outside the door had not yet started. Fang Zhicheng was sitting in the back seat, while Guo Jinyuan got out of the car to ask for directions.
"Dong dong dong..." The glass rang, and Fang Zhicheng pressed the window of the car, only to see the girl who was so mean to him just now staring at him.
"What's going on?" Fang Zhicheng asked with a smile.
Miao Dai'er snorted softly and said, "I'll show you the way and let the driver get in the car."
Fang Zhicheng said quickly: "No need, it's just a little far away."
Miao Dai'er said: "Do you think the one or two kilometers of road is far?"
Fang Zhicheng was slightly startled and quickly called Guo Jinyuan over. When Miao Daier reached the back row, she took off her shoes and sat cross-legged in her seat. Fang Zhicheng could only lean to the side.
The Imperial City Villa area is indeed big enough. Miao Dai'er is not exaggerating. Fang Zhicheng and the others entered from the south gate. Building 9 is located at the west gate. Under Miao Dai'er's instructions, they finally arrived at Building 9. Fang Zhicheng came to Miao Dai.
Miao Dai'er waved her hand and said with a smile: "Thank you." Seeing that she ignored him at all, he smiled helplessly and waved to Guo Jinyuan, asking him to send Miao Dai'er back again.
Ringing the doorbell, Wenfeng stood in front of the door wearing loose casual clothes, with her hair simply pulled back, showing a charming and delicate face in front of her eyes. She took the fruit basket from Fang Zhicheng and said with a smile: "Just now
Building No. 19 you went to is the home of Vice Minister of Finance Miao Hancheng."
Fang Zhicheng had heard of Miao Hancheng's reputation, one of the few academic experts from the Ministry of Finance, and an important reformer and promoter of the financial system in recent years.
Fang Zhicheng thought for a while and finally said: "His daughter seems a little weird."
Wenfeng nodded, sighed, and said: "As you can see, Lao Miao has been worried about this daughter. She has an eccentric personality and is always getting into trouble. Some time ago, she even had a dispute with a very famous male star.
There were rumors about the scandal. Later, Lao Miao relied on many connections to press the news."
Fang Zhicheng frowned and said, "Have you not thought of a way?"
Wen Feng sighed and said: "The circle of juniors in Yanjing is too chaotic. If one person doesn't learn well, he will lead to trouble. Miao Dai'er is actually quite good. Some people get together and cause all kinds of troubles.
He even took drugs..."
Fang Zhicheng was stunned when he heard this and said with a smile: "Oh, I can't understand the world born in the 1990s."
Wenfeng remembered something, patted Fang Zhicheng on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "The nanny is cooking. I'm afraid it won't be ready for half an hour. Let's go and see the work I gave you."
Arriving at the studio on the third floor of the villa, Fang Zhicheng saw a white cloth covering the easel. Wen Fengtingting walked over and gently pulled it, and the painting was displayed in front of his eyes.
Fang Zhicheng glanced at Wenfeng and then at the painting, shocked and speechless.
The entire background of the painting is a black mine, with various tools scattered around in the cave. A woman is lying naked in the center of the painting, with full breasts, flat belly, and plump and perky buttocks.
A graceful curve. In line with the atmosphere of the mine, many stains are added to the white and smooth body, creating an impactful effect.
The reason why I feel so surprised is because the face of the character in the painting is so similar to that of Wen Feng next to me.
The woman in the painting has raised eyebrows, thin lips, and a high nose, which is Wenfeng's unique portrayal.
"Mrs., I can't have this painting!" Fang Zhicheng said with a red face, his mouth was dry and his tongue was dry.
It’s too exciting to collect Master’s wife’s nude paintings, isn’t it?
Wenfeng raised his eyebrows and asked doubtfully: "Why? Are you not satisfied?"
Fang Zhicheng smiled awkwardly and said: "I think it's great. It's a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation. It's such a waste to put it in my hands."
Wenfeng was startled, laughed loudly, and said: "I understand what you are thinking. You have good eyesight. The protagonist in this nude painting was indeed created based on myself as a model. However, since it is a work of art
, we have to look beyond the boundaries of art.”
Seeing that Wen Feng sincerely wanted his painting, Fang Zhicheng reluctantly said, "Okay, then I'll thank my wife."
Although Fang Zhicheng said he refused, his heart was complicated and he couldn't bear to part with this painting.
Fang Zhicheng wrapped the painting carefully and did not look at Wenfeng from beginning to end, for fear that Wenfeng would see uncleanness and blasphemy in his eyes.
Wenfeng is an artist, and the works she creates have profound meanings. But Fang Zhicheng has never been an artist. When he looks at this painting, it is very simple and innocent. It is a very coquettish nude with unique charm.
The main character in the painting is Master Wenfeng!