When Liu Ziguang was unjustly imprisoned, Li Wan, Wei Ziqian and Hu Rong were on the same side. Now they suddenly heard that Fang Fei had secretly married Liu Ziguang. Naturally, these three people shared the same hatred, and there was a faint sour taste at the dinner table.
There's smoke.
Fang Fei was so angry, but she was kind-hearted and would not lose her temper in public, so she had to endure it secretly. Suddenly she felt sick and hurriedly walked to the bathroom aside to vomit. When she came out to look in the mirror, she suddenly saw
Li Wan stood behind him and patted his back gently.
"Xiao Fang, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"It's nothing, I just suddenly felt sick and wanted to vomit. It's a pity that the lobster I just ate is gone."
"Isn't it possible?" Li Wan asked with a smile.
Fang Fei's face suddenly turned red and hot, and she muttered in a low voice: "It couldn't have been that fast."
Returning to the banquet, Liu Ziguang asked: "What's going on? You ran away after eating. You thought you were angry."
Fang Fei lowered her head and said nothing, and Li Wan answered on her behalf: "Silly boy, you are going to be a father."
Hearing the news, the most surprised person was not Liu Ziguang, but the old man and the old lady. Thinking of being able to hold a grandson, she couldn't help but feel happy. The old man even said: "Bring a bottle of white wine and celebrate."
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At night, when they were finally alone together in the room, Fang Fei ferociously pounced on Liu Ziguang, pinched and beat him, twisted the flesh on his arm and asked, "Tell me, did you bring them here?"
Liu Ziguang argued: "Zhicheng has a project in Western Saddamoa, and Hu Rong is stationed in San Juan as a United Nations peacekeeping police officer, and has nothing to do with me."
"Humph, you are still making excuses. They must be here for you. I don't know what they are thinking. Even if you go to the ends of the world, they will follow you." Fang Fei turned around and cried secretly.
Liu Ziguang quickly coaxed her: "There is only one person in my heart."
Fang Feicai didn't buy it: "Forget it, I want to make him a minister. I wish we could be together every day. If that doesn't work, I also want to be a minister, the minister of health."
A picture emerged in Liu Ziguang's mind. He was sitting upright, surrounded by women, and everyone had labels on their heads. Li Wan was the Minister of Housing and Urban-Rural Development, Fang Fei was the Minister of Health, Hu Rong was the Minister of Interior, and Wei Ziqian was the Minister of Commerce.
And the Minister of Tourism... I can't live this life.
Suddenly Fang Fei burst into laughter: "Looking at you, I'm joking with you. Sister Li is so kind and capable. It's perfect for her to help you."
Liu Ziguang breathed a sigh of relief: "As long as you understand."
"Of course I understand. It's just a platonic relationship between you. It's okay to help, but not anything else. Otherwise, I'll strangle you to death." Fang Fei said and rushed forward again.
After a while of fussing, Fang Fei stopped, stared at the ceiling and said, "I haven't seen my mother for a year... I don't know if she is okay now, and she doesn't even know if her daughter is getting married." As she said this, a tear fell from the corner of her eye.
Liu Ziguang also felt sad in his heart, "I will go to China for a visit the day after tomorrow. Let's go together. Maybe we can meet your mother."
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China, Beijing. Ye Junsheng was pacing back and forth in his courtyard house, feeling extremely complicated. He had fulfilled a dream he had had since childhood, which was to overthrow Ma Jingsheng, who had been riding on his head. For this ideal, he spent countless efforts
resources, and even some human lives.
This is politics, Ye Junsheng often said to himself.
For political goals, anything can be sacrificed, including iron ore that is crucial to national economic construction, including some unimportant positions and unimportant people. Ye Junsheng, who was born in the military, does things vigorously and boldly, but there are some
Being too bold sometimes can backfire on yourself.
This is the situation he is currently facing. The national intelligence department has obtained information from special channels. There is reason to believe that there may be large-scale oil reserves in the offshore waters of Western Saddamoa, with a minimum estimate of 10 billion barrels. The country is extremely concerned about this information.
This not only involves the issue of strategic resources, but also involves the issue of international politics. If a nail can be pressed on the backbone of the United States, then in the international game, leaders will have one more card in their hands.
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To this end, Haili held a special meeting, led by the Prime Minister and attended by top leaders of various ministries and commissions, just to discuss how to entertain Prime Minister West Sadamoya during his visit to China. Unexpectedly, Ye Junsheng, who is in charge of the iron ore business in West Africa,
He was not even present at the meeting.
This was a very bad signal. Ye Junsheng paced the yard all night, and it wasn't until late at night that he received a phone call. He told Ye Junsheng that the top management had decided, and in one sentence, don't let others pick on you.
Ye Junsheng sighed and sat on the stone bench under the tree. Outside the moon door stood a dark figure, his nephew Zhao Hui.
"Xiao Ming, do you have any cigarettes on you?" Ye Junsheng asked.
Zhao Hui came over, took out a cigarette, handed it to Ye Junsheng, and helped him light it.
Ye Junsheng took a deep breath and said, "Uncle San, for all his calculations, he forgot to include the small pawn. The pawn crossing the river can eat the old commander."
Zhao Hui said: "Uncle Third, you are thinking too much. Haili didn't say who he wanted to deal with. Besides..." He hesitated for a moment and then said, "Besides, Liu Ziguang doesn't know that you are adding fuel to the fire."
Ye Junsheng sighed and said: "What Haili means is not to let others find fault. Although it is simple to say it, it is difficult to do it. Instead, someone who served the country loyally was framed and sentenced to death. His father was also diagnosed with leukemia. This disgusting mouth can still be
Can you bear it? Tan Zhihai is dead, Xu Jiyuan is worse off than dead. I heard that Chen Xuanwu is also dead. He is taking revenge step by step. Now he has the big and small king in his hand, and everyone in the world respects him.
You can play whatever cards you want, how can I still be good? Besides, the Ma family has also reacted now, why don't you take the opportunity to bite me back?"
Zhao Hui was speechless.
"The agency was too clever, and it cost Qingqing her life. You are talking about people like me." Ye Junsheng waved his hand, "Xiao Ming, please go back. I'm fine. I just want to be alone."
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In a guest house on the outskirts of Jiangdong Province, Yuan Zijun, the former deputy director of the Department of Health, has been here for nearly a year because of bribery and dereliction of duty. She knows almost nothing about what is going on in the outside world. Apart from her own affairs, she also
She didn't reveal anything that shouldn't be said, because she knew that if she didn't say that she still had hope, she would be dead if she did.
A few days ago, the working group suddenly allowed Yuan Zijun to watch TV. On TV, she saw the conclusion of the two sessions and the resignation of Mai Yuanchao. The psychological pillar that had supported her for a long time suddenly collapsed. At that moment, she understood that the situation was over and there was nothing left.
Now even if I explain myself, others don't need me anymore.
Yuan Zijun collapsed, and her hair turned white overnight. She was known as a tough-talking person in front of the disciplinary inspectors and told everything she knew. She had studied the law and knew that her crime was enough to spend the rest of her life in prison.
, now her only hope is to see her daughter again.
Poor daughter, her parents divorced when she was sixteen years old. She is sensible and has been trying to get her parents back together, but she devotes all her body and mind to her career and has no time to take care of her family. Even when her daughter is free to fall in love, she finds a man like this.
When he was an outstanding young man, he still blocked her and made random arrangements to match his daughter with the descendants of the Han family who had no emotional foundation. Thinking about it, he was really selfish.
In the morning, Yuan Zijun was washing up, and suddenly the phone rang. The female disciplinary inspector who lived with her picked up the phone and said a few words, and said to her: "Pack up and get ready to leave."
Yuan Zijun's hand holding the towel froze. She knew that the deadline had come, Shuanggui had ended, and now she was going to enter the judicial process. She would live in a detention center with harsh conditions, wait for trial, and then be transferred to prison to spend her life.
She had nothing to pack, so she grabbed a few pieces of clothing and followed the disciplinary inspectors out, getting into a black Audi. She noticed that there were cars of the same model accompanying her at the front and back. Judging from the license plate, it should be a car belonging to the Provincial Public Security Department's Security Bureau.
"My salary is quite high." She thought mockingly.
But Yuan Zijun never imagined that the car would drive into the compound of the Provincial Party Committee's family members and stop in front of his old house. Hasn't this house been taken back by the management department?
What happened next was more like a dream. Yuan Zijun walked into the house and found that all the furniture was there. The layout was exactly the same as before. The floor was obviously newly waxed and extremely smooth. The stair handrails were wiped clean, just like
It was like I was only gone for one day.
"Sister, you are back." The former housekeeper of the Yuan family walked out of the room with tears in her eyes.
Yuan Zijun bit her tongue to make sure she was not dreaming. She looked back at the disciplinary inspector. The man smiled kindly, took a suitcase and said, "Sister Yuan, please check to see if you have lost anything."
Inside the box were brand-name jewelry, gold jewelry, Cartier watches, Tiffany necklaces, and De Beers diamonds that Yuan Zijun had accumulated over the years. All of his belongings that had been confiscated by the Commission for Discipline Inspection were inside.
Yuan Zijun was stunned and speechless. She really didn't know what to say. With her decades of experience in politics, she couldn't even guess what happened.
"Sister Yuan, please rest. By the way, don't go out these days. There may be an important foreign affairs event in the province that you need to attend, so we won't disturb you. Goodbye."
The disciplinary inspector left, and he carefully closed the door for her before leaving. Yuan Zijun turned around and asked her aunt at home: "What's going on? Aren't you going back to your hometown?"
The aunt said: "I don't know either. I had already found a job in my hometown. Yesterday the county government found me and drove me here without saying a word. Sister, are you okay?"
Yuan Zijun sat down on the sofa absentmindedly and shook his head: "I have something wrong, I'm completely confused."
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The fifth prison of Jiangdong Province. Yuan Xiaojun, the former provincial capital's handsome young man, is now a prisoner, code-named 6487. His ten-year sentence will be spent here. The conditions in the prison are much better than those in the detention center, but they are also boring and helpless. There is not a drop of oil in the same dishes.
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Yuan Xiaojun has lost weight, his cheeks are sunken, his eyes are dull, and his scalp has been shaved and turned blue. His mental state is very bad because his wife has not visited him since he was imprisoned. In recent months, even his daughter has not come. He once committed suicide.
It happened once, but it was saved.
"6487, someone wants to see you." The prison guard knocked on the cell door. Yuan Xiaojun immediately jumped up and shouted out of reflex, and followed the prison guard to the reception room.
To his surprise, it was not his family members who wanted to see him, but several strange men, all wearing white shirts and black trousers, rich and majestic. Yuan Xiaojun had been hanging around in the official circles of the provincial capital for many years, and he knew at a glance that these men were official officials.
middle man.
"Yuan Xiaojun, please sign these documents." The visitor pushed over a pile of documents.
The words that come into view are all the ones that have appeared in dreams, such as commutation, probation, modification of sentence, medical parole...
Yuan Xiaojun was dazzled, grunted a few times, and suddenly fell to the ground. He was so excited that he passed out.