The middle-aged man stared at Liu Ziguang on the screen for a long time, nodded and said, "What is his political outlook?"
"In 198x, I joined the Young Pioneers at Chenguang Machinery Factory's Primary School. In 199y, I joined the Youth League. I am currently a nonpartisan person." Wang Qian said, flipping through the file in her hand.
"Solve his organizational problems immediately and vigorously strengthen ideological and political studies. Has he gotten married?" the middle-aged man asked.
"No, there is only one woman who has maintained a long-term sexual relationship, a fiancée and about three to four admirers. It is worth mentioning that his fiancée is still a virgin, and he also keeps a reasonable distance from other admirers.
"Wang Qian's voice contained no emotion, but the middle-aged man was very interested: "Oh, so he is still Liu Xiahui?"
Wang Qi said: "I think his extremely strong restraint is just an appearance. From a psychoanalytic perspective, he has a kind of moral mysophobia."
The middle-aged man shook his head: "If that's the case, why does he have a long-term sexual partner?"
"Oh, that's it. That woman's name is Li Wan, and she is the president of Jiangbei City Zhicheng Development Group. Her husband died in a car accident six years ago, leaving behind a son. Liu Ziguang once worked for Zhicheng Group, and there is a deep connection between them.
emotion."
After hearing Wang Qi's introduction, the middle-aged man showed a meaningful smile: "I understand, you continue."
"Not only is he quite traditional in how he handles personal relationships, but his lifestyle is also extremely simple. Although he has a lot of capital at his disposal, his family still lives in an 80-square-meter two-bedroom apartment provided by the company, and they don't have any luxury.
Consumption and hobbies, smoking only costs five yuan, getting haircuts at street shops, not drinking alcohol, not gambling, and only have two suits, one is work clothes issued by the company, and the other is a brand suit bought by Li Wan. He owns a car
He owns an off-road vehicle, a car, and a private plane, but they are only used for official commuting... He opened a kindergarten with high-level software and hardware, but charged extremely low fees, specializing in serving children from needy families in the area. In addition, he also
He has borne the tuition fees of more than 100 out-of-school children, but this matter has not been reported publicly, and even people around him do not know about it."
Wang Qian introduced her eloquently, and the middle-aged man's expression gradually became serious: "This comrade has a very high level."
Wang Qian smiled faintly: "It's moral mysophobia. Strictly speaking, it's a mental illness."
The middle-aged man said: "You can't say that. Everything has two sides. You can think that he has a mental illness, and I can also think that he is a person who has escaped from vulgar taste. Isn't such a person exactly what we need? Okay
, Xiao Wang, please continue to observe and test him, and report directly to me if there is any situation."
"Yes, Director Tan."
…
In the room, beer cans were thrown all over the floor. The alcohol content of domestic beer was too low. They drank imported German dark beer. Zhao Hui and Chen Jinlin were already drunk and lay down on the carpet and fell asleep. Only Liu Ziguang was still drinking.
Sober, sitting in front of the TV, watching the game and drinking beer.
It was late at night, Director Tan had gone back a long time ago, and Wang Qian was the only one left in the monitoring room dozing off. Suddenly, Liu Ziguang on the screen raised his head and stared at the camera, his eyes flashing. Wang Qian was shocked. Could it be that he had discovered the surveillance camera?
Lens?
But Liu Ziguang immediately lowered his head, turned off the TV and went to sleep. Wang Qian was stunned for a while, and then went to rest, tossing and turning on the bed. She had a master's degree in psychology, but it was difficult for her to come up with a satisfactory response to Liu Ziguang's behavior.
In conclusion, the so-called mental mysophobia is just a far-fetched explanation. What kind of secrets is hidden in this man? With this question in mind, she fell asleep.
Early the next morning, Wang Qian knocked on Liu Ziguang's door, and soon the door opened. Liu Ziguang was standing at the door in a straight military uniform, looking energetic. He didn't look hungover. On the contrary, Wang Qian's eyes were a little dark.
At first glance, it is the result of staying up late.
"Let's go." Wang Qian glanced into the room. Zhao Hui and Chen Jinlin had left long ago. The room was very tidy. The empty packaging bags and beer bottles were gone. Even the quilts were folded into tofu blocks. It looked like
It's like a well-trained soldier's dormitory.
Today is Monday, and there are a lot of cars on the road. The Audi A6 with a military license plate shuttled through the sea of cars. It soon came to Fuxing Road, but it did not enter the Military Expo, but drove into the Bayi Building next door.
"Aren't you visiting the Military Museum? Why are you here?" Liu Ziguang asked curiously.
Wang Qian pursed her lips and smiled: "There is an important event in the morning."
"What activity? Do I need to participate?"
"certainly."
Arriving at a conference room in the building, there were already more than a dozen school-level officers sitting here. Wang Qian pulled Liu Ziguang to find an empty seat and sit down. Liu Ziguang saw a banner hanging on the stage, which said the fourth chapter of the investiture ceremony.
Just one word and you understand.
At nine o'clock sharp, a major general walked in surrounded by a large group of officers. The awarding ceremony began. The People's Liberation Army march was played, the attendees were introduced, and the list was read out, which naturally included Liu Ziguang's name. Then everyone walked up and lifted it from the hands of the commander.
After receiving the military rank certificate and new epaulettes, Liu Ziguang received the lieutenant colonel's epaulettes and corresponding certificates. He shook hands with the leader with a serious expression, saluted, and then followed everyone off the stage.
"Why, you don't seem very excited." Wang Qi asked Liu Ziguang, who was sitting next to him, in a low voice.
"Were you excited when you were promoted to captain?" Liu Ziguang asked.
Wang Qian was a little speechless. She was awarded the rank of captain directly after graduating with a master's degree. There was no promotion stage. Rather than being an officer, she was more suitable to be a psychological analyst. The military rank was not like a real soldier to her.
It's far from meaningful and exciting.
"For you, the rank of lieutenant colonel seems to be as simple as adding another star. You are really a strange person. By the way, can you tell me your beliefs?" Wang Qian changed the topic.
"My faith is here." Liu Ziguang pointed to his heart, "I believe in my own conscience."
Wang Qi laughed softly: "It seems that you are a materialist."
Liu Ziguang smiled noncommittally, turned his head to the major general on the stage, and listened to his speech on "Arming the Thoughts of Military Cadres with the Scientific Outlook on Development."
After eating in the cafeteria at noon, Wang Qian and Liu Ziguang walked to the military expo next door in the afternoon. Since it was a Monday, the military expo was not open to the public, but insiders could still visit. The guards at the door saluted the two officers, and they both returned the salute gracefully.
, I spent an entire afternoon wandering around the Military Museum, listening to Wang Qian telling many stories about the Revolutionary War. When I came out, Liu Ziguang asked: "Which museum should I go to tomorrow?"
Wang Qi said: "There are no more tours."
Liu Ziguang expressed regret: "It's such a pity that I can't hear you talk about ancient times."
Wang Qi chuckled and said: "Don't worry, there are plenty of opportunities. What we have arranged for you is three months of political study. I will be the lecturer for one of the courses. You will have a lot of opportunities to listen to me talk about ancient times."
"Political study?" Liu Ziguang asked curiously.
"Yes, it's time to solve your organizational problems. This is a template for party membership application. You can copy it when you go back and give it to me. Remember to fill in your name correctly." Wang Qian took out one from her bag.
The paper was handed over.
Liu Ziguang took it and said with a helpless smile: "You don't want to be my introducer, do you?"
"I don't have the qualifications. Your introducers to join the party are Zhao Hui and Chen Jinlin." Wang Qian said.
…
Sure enough, starting from the next day, Liu Ziguang entered into intense political studies. The place was still in the compound where he stayed. It was under military management and he could not come in and out at will. He had to get up at 5:30 every morning, and then go to school with other students.
We run together on the playground, go to the cafeteria to eat together, and have consecutive classes, two classes in the morning, two classes in the afternoon, and group discussions and group discussions in the evening.
Most of the classmates are school-level officers and come from different confidential units. They never talk about work issues with each other. Their study and life are extremely boring. They listen to some empty principles every day, and they have to take notes and take exams, even for people like Liu Ziguang.
The strong man almost collapsed.
Just when he started planning to skip school, Wang Qi found him with a middle-aged man, who reached out to him: "Hello, Comrade Liu Ziguang, I am Tan Zhihai, your direct superior."
Liu Ziguang said: "Isn't my immediate superior Zhao Hui?"
Tan Zhihai said: "Comrade Zhao Hui has been transferred back to the General Staff, and Yongchang Company has also been dissolved in accordance with relevant regulations. Now your organizational relationship is with me. Our department is not in the sequence of any unit. In other words, we do not exist
Our work is directly responsible to the supreme leader, do you understand?"
"clear."
"Very good, let me tell you about your next task. I heard that you have a company called Red Star under your name?"
"Yes."
"Very good, now we need you to expand Red Star's business to Africa."
"I'm sorry, that's impossible."
Tan Zhihai leaned back, frowned slightly and said, "Why?"
"Because Red Star Company no longer exists, its business license has been revoked by the industrial and commercial department," Liu Ziguang said.
Tan Zhihai smiled: "It doesn't matter, the organization will come forward to solve it. You can go back to Jiangbei immediately and rebuild the company. We need this entity."
"Yes." Liu Ziguang asked again: "What about political study?"
"I'll help you make up lessons later, and I won't let you down." Wang Qian said with a smile, as if she had already guessed Liu Ziguang's inner thoughts.
…
Finally coming out of the training base, Liu Ziguang first went to find Hu Qingsong to understand the current work progress. The result surprised him. China Railway, China Construction and other multinational engineering groups had already started construction in West Sadamoa. A 10,000-ton terminal could be built.
Construction of the new San Juan Airport, which will handle large jets, as well as railways, mines, and municipal facilities have begun.
The work was in full swing, but Liu Ziguang couldn't get involved, so he returned to Jiangdong Province to go through the procedures for the Red Star Company.
As expected, Hongxing Company's new industrial and commercial business license has been approved, and the legal representative is still Liu Ziguang.