Chapter 125 The confrontation of the political masters
In the afternoon, Song Wendi attended the economic and trade meeting, which lasted for more than three hours. Fang Zhicheng and Tong Siqing sat in the corner and chatted, leaving He Yang aside. The sight of Tong Siqing and Fang Zhicheng whispering to each other fell in He Yang's eyes, and He Yang was offended.
He Yang was extremely angry. Tong Siqing was usually arrogant and cold in the office, but Fang Zhicheng was completely different, which naturally made He Yang feel unbalanced.
Although Tong Siqing is married to a woman, if someone is unaware, how can they guess that she has given birth to a child? If a man encounters such a lovely honey, he will want to get some benefits. He Yang looks serious on the outside, but in his heart
If you are interested in Tong Siqing, office romance is not a rare thing in the municipal party committee compound. There are countless colleagues who get along day and night, fall in love with each other for a long time, and then fall in love with each other.
Since the first day he entered the Municipal Party Committee Secretary's office, in addition to gaining Song Wendi's attention, He Yang's second biggest goal was to get Tong Siqing.
However, Tong Siqing is a very conscientious person and never hangs out outside. Sometimes even when her boss asks her to attend a banquet, she will flatly refuse because she has something to do at home.
Flies can't bite seamless eggs, and He Yang's heart slowly cooled down. Now he saw Tong Siqing giggling at Fang Zhicheng, with her towering breasts crawling and undulating, which made him furious and secretly cursed Tong Siqing and Fang Zhicheng.
Cheng will play with fire and burn himself sooner or later, and there will be no good end.
Fang Zhicheng was talking nonsense to Tong Siqing about the strange things in the party school, "After a dinner, the male classmate said to the female classmate, please be my girlfriend, or I will rape you. The female classmate said, no, even if you get my body,
You can't even get my heart. The male classmate wrote lightly, "Whatever I want your heart to do, it's enough to get your body." The female classmate sneered disdainfully, "By getting my heart, you can unlock more postures."
Tong Siqing's face turned red, she laughed for a while, and spat in a low voice: "Aren't all the party schools cadres? Why do they talk so hooligans?"
"What's wrong, cadre, it's either a man or a woman, we both need each other." Fang Zhicheng stared at Tong Siqing's pretty face and was a little distracted.
Tong Siqing is wearing a gray and white plaid coat, with a red bottoming shirt exposed at the open collar, and a jade Buddha hanging on her snow-white neck, making her oval face delicate and mature. Tong Siqing reveals intellectual beauty between her frown and smile, because
Born into a scholarly family, he has an innate reserve.
The meeting was going according to the procedure. Fang Zhicheng and Tong Siqing were shoulder to shoulder, whispering to each other, as if they had entered another space. When they said this to each other, they accidentally mentioned Tong Siqing's husband Li Mingxue, and Tong Siqing actually complained to Fang Zhicheng about their parents' shortcomings.
Tong Siqing's skin is well maintained and as delicate as a girl's. Her eyebrows and eyes reveal a charming aura from time to time, and she exhales fragrance from time to time. Fang Zhicheng feels that communicating with her is a complete pleasure.
Seeing that Fang Zhicheng was a little distracted, Tong Siqing rubbed Fang Zhicheng's script with her medium-heeled leather shoes, "I ask you again, will you go to my birthday next month?"
"Uh..." Fang Zhicheng scratched his head and smiled, "Of course, I have to go! I was just thinking about what gift I should prepare for you!"
Tong Siqing covered her mouth and smiled and said: "It's fine if we go, what more gifts do we need? They are all family members, and my colleagues only invited you."
Fang Zhicheng looked very honored, took a breath, and said in distress, "Sister Siqing, why do you look at me differently?"
Tong Siqing sighed, laughed and cursed: "It was Lao Li who invited you. He made you a sworn enemy and wants to get drunk with you again."
Fang Zhicheng smiled and muttered: "It turns out that Brother Li invited me, so I have to think about it."
Seeing Tong Siqing's glare, Fang Zhicheng quickly smiled and waved his hands and said: "I know, I'm busy on Sunday, so I will take time to attend your birthday party. By the way, Sister Siqing, you must be thirty, right?"
Tong Siqing raised the corners of her mouth slightly and asked, "Do you want to say that I'm old?"
Fang Zhicheng stared at Tong Siqing carefully, shook his head and said seriously: "It's very tender, like a water onion, and water will come out when you pinch it."
Tong Siqing snorted, glanced at Fang Zhicheng, and whispered: "Xiao Fang, you are getting more and more oily, and your talk is so annoying."
Although she said this, Tong Siqing was still happy in her heart. Which woman doesn't like to be praised by the opposite sex, otherwise why would she be obsessed with dressing up, buying all kinds of clothes and cosmetics to decorate herself, all in order to satisfy her inner vanity.
Although Tong Siqing is a decent person, she is also a woman. When she was complimented by a hot-blooded young man like Fang Zhicheng, she suddenly became more than ten years younger. She seemed to have returned to her college days, touching those vague and ambiguous emotions.
Fang Zhicheng didn't know what was wrong with him. He behaved in all kinds of humor in front of Tong Siqing. He recalled that King You of Zhou used to play with the princes with beacon fire, just to win praise from Si.
After the meeting, Tong Siqing and Xiang Yang took a Coaster and followed the troops back to the municipal committee, while Fang Zhicheng accompanied Song Wendi to see Ye Mingjing. The location Ye Mingjing decided was a bit remote, on a small farm in the southern suburbs. Before arriving at the destination, Ye Mingjing
We arranged for a vehicle to lead the way, and it took us more than 40 minutes to enter a large courtyard with a distinctive Ming and Qing style.
Fang Zhicheng vaguely guessed that this is the ancestral home of the Ye family. Although the three sons of the Ye family have now entered the domestic market and become famous figures, the ancestral home of the Ye family is still carefully maintained, which fully shows that the Ye family has great respect for their ancestors.
The importance of the land.
It looks very retro from the outside, but when you walk inside, you will find that the garden design style has suddenly changed, and it looks very avant-garde. It feels like walking into the back garden of a wealthy American home. There are various flowers in the flower garden, especially a few pots of orange.
The tulips are extremely beautiful in bloom.
Ye Mingjing took the initiative to win and shook hands with Wendi Song with a smile. Seeing that he was very interested in the flower garden, he introduced with a smile: "This is the old house of our Ye family. Now it has been converted into a farm. We mainly use greenhouse technology to grow flowers and plants."
, although the supply is not large, it can maintain the operation of the old house."
Song Wendi agreed very much with Ye Mingjing's idea and said with a smile: "I have heard of Mr. Ye's name a long time ago. Several friends say that you are a genius. Now from this small detail, you can get a glimpse of
2. When you have time, I invite you to give training to the officials of our municipal government. Now that the government is engaged in economic development, it is indispensable for outstanding talents from the business community to give us advice."
Ye Mingjing waved his hand and said with a smile: "Secretary Song, what you said is just flattering me. I know how to run a company, but when it comes to training, I don't put enough effort into my words. I'm afraid it will make me laugh."
Fang Zhicheng followed the two of them silently. Seeing that they were chatting happily, he suddenly had a misunderstanding. Did the two of them become friends again? How could they be hostile? This is the so-called political master.
We have no complaints, but sitting across from each other, they are like old friends who have not seen each other for many years, talking about everything. To master the various types of fire, you have to be immersed in this way for many years, and it is difficult to achieve success.
Because it was dinner time, a few people sat down to eat first. Although the dishes on the table were not complicated, they were all local home-cooked dishes in Yinzhou, but the knife skills, color, and aroma were all exciting.
Ye Mingjing pointed at the table full of Yinzhou specialties and said with a smile: "Secretary Song, I am not bragging. Although you have been in Yinzhou for a year, the most authentic dishes in Yinzhou can only be considered real after tonight.
Tasted it.”
Ye Mingjing's simple words grabbed a lot of momentum. The meaning is very simple. I, Ye Mingjing, am an authentic Yinzhou native. Although you, Song Wendi, say you are in charge of Yinzhou, you are just a passerby after all. No more than ten people.
In 2007, Song Wendi was bound to be transferred out of Yinzhou, and the Ye family had taken root in Yinzhou. They were all natives of Yinzhou for ten or even a hundred years.
Song Wendi smiled without saying too much. She tasted a few chopsticks and said softly: "The taste is indeed good. But I have to say something a little superficial. Although the Yinzhou cuisine tastes good, it must keep pace with the times. Just
For people in the Huxiang area, if they try our Yinzhou cuisine, they will feel that the taste is too bland. So if you open an authentic Yinzhou restaurant, the most you can earn is a reputation, but not a lot of praise."
Song Wendi's counterattack was polite and courteous, and she was also expressing her attitude. Yinzhou cannot rest on its laurels and remain unchanged. The current population structure of Yinzhou is changing. With the rapid economic development, it has attracted many outstanding companies and has become the largest in Huainan.
A gathering place for talents. With the influx of foreign population, the food culture and business supporting facilities need to be adjusted to meet the preferences of these foreign talents, so that we can successfully retain people.
Population, especially high-quality talents, is the basis for a city to grow and expand. With people, real estate will have consumer groups, so various service industries can also be derived.
Ye Mingjing is a businessman. When he chooses to settle in a city, he will focus on the environment and population of the city for this reason.
Seeing that the topic was a bit awkward, Fang Zhicheng smiled, raised his glass, and smoothed things over: "Mr. Ye, thank you for your hospitality. Let me toast you first."
Ye Mingjing glanced at Fang Zhicheng and thought to himself that this boy was quite good at seizing the opportunity and drank the wine in one gulp.
The wine glass is larger than a normal white wine glass, and the taste is a bit like rice wine, with a strong entrance and a long aftertaste. This wine is obviously brewed by the farm itself and has a unique flavor.
At the dinner table, Ye Mingjing and Song Wendi chatted with each other. Most of them were drunkards who were not interested in drinking and expressed their intentions implicitly. Fang Zhicheng felt that he could not interrupt, so he served them well.
If they can't continue talking about work, they will interject a few words to lighten the atmosphere.
After having a full meal, Ye Mingjing invited Song Wendi to visit the flower planting base of the farm. The two walked in front, with Fang Zhicheng and Uncle Yuan following behind, deliberately keeping a distance from them.
Uncle Yuan was almost in his fifties, but his back was straighter than the average young man. He said softly: "Miss, I'm afraid I'm going to bother you for a few more days."
Fang Zhicheng smiled helplessly, shook his head and said, "Mr. Ye is relieved."
Uncle Yuan sighed and said in a deep voice: "Boss, I don't have the confidence to face the lady now, so I feel that we need a little space."
Fang Zhicheng estimated that there was some secret between the Ye family and his daughter. It was difficult for an upright official to deal with household affairs. He didn't want to ask more questions. He shook his head helplessly, thinking to himself that he was shot while lying down. If the father and daughter quarreled, he would be locked up.
What's this passerby doing?
After walking along the dirt road for two times, Song Wendi and Ye Mingjing finally reached an agreement. The government still holds 51% of Qinhuai Heavy Machinery's shares, while the investment company controlled by Ye Mingjing holds 25%, leaving the remaining
The remaining 24% will be obtained by the Hong Kong-funded company, and the overseas listing will be fully handled by the Hong Kong-funded company.
Ye Mingjing must help Song Wendi solve one thing, assist in promoting the old city reconstruction plan, and bear the brunt of the reconstruction problem of Nanyuan Old Street.