Chapter two thousand and ninety-six flower pants secretary
He Yibing was not used to this kind of social interaction. He felt hypocritical. If he had been working for the Discipline Inspection Commission before, he would have ignored this kind of social interaction and would just do the work. For some reason, when he saw these fat-bellied officials with shiny faces in front of him, they nodded and bowed to him.
, he had an indescribable strange feeling in his heart, and it was precisely because of this feeling that he sat alone in a quiet corner and drank, making him look out of place.
The new secretary's unsociable behavior made many senior officials feel upset. They didn't even dare to come forward to talk to each other. They could only speculate in their hearts from a distance. Some were introspective, some were worried, some were frightened, and some even started to feel restless.
Some people say that to be an official is to be a high official. Once the power in your hands reaches a certain peak, your words and deeds will make your subordinates speculate and guess. You are like an axis, and many related people or things will surround you.
As an indecent metaphor, when a high-ranking official farts, the people below him will smell the sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty taste. This has been the case throughout the ages. This is why we would rather have a chicken head than a phoenix tail.
Power is the poison of men. It can make people find their own value, and it can also make people drift away and forget about themselves. He Yibing is no stranger to power, but when he really takes charge of a party, he inevitably falls into a kind of loneliness.
In this situation, in ancient times, emperors were called lonely, Taoist and few, only because of the loneliness caused by holding great power.
He Yibing held a small wine glass in his hand, and a bottle of thirty-year-old national cellar was placed on the table in front of him. The wine was good, but he was not in the mood to drink. The rim of the cup was shaking slightly. This kind of social interaction was really boring.
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Qin Bing took Xu Qing's arm and walked into the reception hall together. Immediately, several familiar faces came to greet her with smiling faces. This is socializing. Maybe you don't want to take the initiative to talk to people, but there will always be people who come to talk to you and deal with it.
Maybe you will get generous rewards in the future.
Xu Qing was concerned about Lu Yinxue's affairs and was not interested in these smiling and sloppy social activities. His eyes wandered around looking for a glass of wine to disinfect his stomach.
"Sister-in-law, I'll go over and get a glass of wine." Xu Qing glanced at a few waiters not far away carrying drinks, and casually informed Qin Bing and walked over quickly.
The red wine is a big cup, the white wine is a small cup, that pitifully small crystal cup. The wine is good, but you can't hold it up while the waiter refills the bar. Xu Qing walked up to the waiter who was serving the white wine, stretched out his hand and took a glass.
, thought for a while, tilted his head back to drink a glass, then reached for another glass.
Xu Qing glanced around while holding the wine glass, wanting to chat with an acquaintance to pass the time. In fact, he most wanted to find his eldest brother Tang Guobin. Logically speaking, he, a junior member of the Tang Group, should be there on this occasion, right?
"Hey! Why is he here?" Xu Qing didn't find Tang Guobin, but he was surprised to see an acquaintance, He Yibing, the apprentice of his uncle Qi Kaiwu. Last time, this guy promised a luxury car, but now he has
It's still a blank check with red lips and white teeth.
A smile appeared on Xu Qing's lips, and he slipped behind He Yibing, raised his hand and patted him hard on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Good guy, when did you come to Jiangcheng?"
The wine glass in He Yibing's hand trembled, half of the drink was poured out, and an unknown fire burned in his heart. However, when he heard the voice from behind, it was as if a basin of ice water had been poured on him, and all the fire was gone.
Xu Qing took the wine glass and walked to sit across from He Yibing. He reached out and grabbed the wine bottle on the table, curled his lips and said: "Senior brother, you are so corrupt. You have been drinking for thirty years and you still have a whole bottle. Look at me, just drink this horse."
Pee Daqu, it’s true that the same people have different fates!” After saying that, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, then reached out to pick up the wine bottle on the table and poured himself a glass.
He Yibing turned around and took a look, and found that many people were watching secretly, but he didn't pay too much attention to it. He had expected the arrival of this fellow disciple, but there were also some unexpected things that he brought to him.
I'm a little happy that this guy still doesn't know his identity, which is interesting!
Xu Qing drank the wine in one gulp, frowned at the cup in his hand, and glanced at the cup in He Yibing's hand. Drinking from such a small cup was really not satisfying, and it was not appropriate to play the trumpet with a wine bottle. He
An idea struck him and he blinked his eyelids twice at the senior brother across from him, pursed his lips and said, "Drink the wine in your hand and give me the cup."
He Yibing looked slightly stunned. He didn't know what his fellow junior had in mind. He put the cup to his mouth and drank it in one gulp. Before he could recover, the small wine glass in his hand had been snatched away.
Xu Qing held two wine glasses and trotted over to the waiter who was serving red wine. She put the glasses on the tray in his hand, grabbed two glasses of red wine, turned around and walked quickly back to the table, just as he bowed and sat down.
At that moment, he poured the two glasses of red wine on the carpet, sat up straight and put the two empty glasses on the table with a smile.
"That new secretary is so damn stingy when he takes office. The cup he holds the wine in is like a baby playing house. He deserves to be a secretary. This cup tastes so refreshing..." Xu Qing said with a hint of "unseen".
The new secretary who passed by reached out and picked up the wine bottle on the table, filled two glasses, and handed a glass to He Yibing across from him. The lights in the hall were dim, and he didn't notice the suppressed smile on his senior brother's face.
He Yibing, who was originally in a depressed mood, suddenly felt that all his depression had disappeared. He reached out and took the wine glass that was handed to him and said with a smile: "Haha, we are brothers and it's rare to see each other. Come on, let's go."
Xu Qing picked up the cup and clinked it with his senior brother. He raised his neck and drank the wine in the cup. He smacked his lips and said with a smile: "Yes, this is a bit like drinking. By the way, how come you have time to come to Jiangcheng? No way.
Just to show off to some secretary, right?"
He Yibing drank the wine in the glass happily, nodded with a smile and said: "You really guessed that that secretary is very close to me, I will definitely praise him."
Xu Qing grabbed the wine bottle and poured another glass for He Yibing. He also poured a glass for himself. The wine in the bottle had already reached the bottom. He took a sip from the wine glass and curled his lips and said, "No wonder the wine you are being served has been cellared for thirty years.
Your friend, the secretary, is so stingy that he deserves not to win money playing cards. You have to tell him when you have the chance that men are too stingy to achieve great things."
He Yibing smiled and asked: "By the way, how do you know he can't win money playing cards?" He was now in a completely relaxed mood, thanks to this junior brother.
Xu Qing shook the wine glass in his hand and said slowly: "You don't understand this, right? The secretary is the loser. If he loses once, he will continue to lose. It's easy to say that he can't win money, and he can't keep even the flower pants."
Everyone will lose."
He Yibing was dumbfounded after hearing this fallacy, and asked in a low voice: "How do you know the secretary is wearing flowery pants?" Not to mention, he was wearing a pair of large floral pants today.