The Imperial Capital, the headquarters of ‘Holy Light’.
Father Lin walked out of the elevator carrying a thermos bucket. When the front desk assistant in the president's office saw the 'governor', he smiled all over his face and called him 'uncle' affectionately.
Lin Zhengyi's face was so red that it was so bright. He came in with a smile and greeted everyone he saw happily.
The president's office is on one floor, not just one or two people, but more than a hundred employees. So Father Lin doesn't walk in a straight line. He seems to be walking through a maze, and he has to inspect the entire floor before giving up.
Because the group is so large, the president's office is divided into more than a dozen districts. The supervisor in each district greets Father Lin with a smile and must say hello.
It’s impossible not to fight!
When the ‘king of the country’ comes, he must be given face.
After the inspection, Father Lin walked into the office of the group secretary-general with a sense of satisfaction. Lin Wan had already received a call from the front desk and sighed when she saw the thermos bucket brought by her father.
"Dad, how many times have I told you? Don't cause trouble here. It will affect work too much. If everyone doesn't say anything, they will complain in private."
Father Lin was not willing to listen. He put the thermos bucket on the table and whispered: "This group has a big business, I have to help Xiao Zhou keep an eye on it. He is a person who does big things, but you must also be careful about the little devils underneath.
Also, I personally brought the chicken soup your mother cooked for you all night last night. Drink it while it’s hot. It’s nutritious. You work so hard, so you need to replenish your body. Also, don’t starve my grandson.”
Lin Wan was really helpless. She stood up from behind her desk with a big belly. The chicken soup in the thermos bucket was very fresh and fragrant. But she still whispered:
"Dad, chicken soup is actually not nutritious. It's better to eat meat. Besides, I have a full-time nutritionist who provides a balanced diet to ensure that the body and fetus are fine. This chicken soup... is too oily."
Chinese people have just come out of hard times. Pregnant women are trying their best to eat and not exercise. This is all wrong. But there is no way, the thinking of the elderly is still stuck in the era of no food.
Lin Wan pressed the call button on the desk. After a while, Oriole, who also had a big belly, walked in and greeted Lin Zhengyi with a smile, "Uncle Lin, I can smell your chicken soup from afar. I will share half of it when we meet."
Take it away first."
Seeing that Oriole was pregnant with the same month of pregnancy as Lin Wan, Father Lin was helpless. He sighed and lowered his voice: "Daughters, you guys..."
"Dad." Lin Wan knew what her father was going to say and rushed to shut her mouth.
Father Lin still sighed: "'Holy Light' is now the pillar of the country. In the feudal society of the past, it would have been absolutely no problem to create a royal capital. Take the matter of this aircraft carrier, for example, and its impact on the regional political situation.
Too big."
Dad rushed to the Imperial Capital from Tianyang. The people he chatted with in the past were neighbors. They were either workers or grassroots employees by profession and had limited knowledge.
Now that we have arrived in the imperial capital, my father has been arranged to live in the courtyard of the ministry. Oops...what a surprise! The neighbors around him are either university professors or retired cadres. At first, he was very timid, fearing that he would be teased if he said the wrong thing.
, but soon...
This is simply a natural ‘key political situation’.
The level of these guys is very limited.
Each one of them has a scary title and their level is too low.
Father Lin is among them and feels like a fish in water!
Think about it, those professors and cadres who have been studying global and regional political and economic situations for many years are all too high-minded and arrogant. They can pretend to be elephants with a green onion in their nostrils, but they are said to be unacceptable by some old haters from this place.
Speak up.
That kind of refreshing feeling... like a torrent and a tsunami, gushing incessantly!
After Mr. Lin left Tianyang, his old neighbors were relieved, but a group of old cadres in the imperial capital felt like they were facing a formidable enemy. He came to the group headquarters every day just to learn something from his daughter so that he could sell what he learned now.
Carrying the thermos bucket is convenient.
Lin Wan knew that her father would never leave without breaking some news. So she had no choice but to ask her assistant to take her father to the small living room next door and show him a recorded interview video.
"What video?"
"Qingfeng was interviewed by hk media yesterday. These contents have not been made public in the mainland. There is a lot of information in it, so please take your time and read it."
When he heard that it was an interview video of his son-in-law that had not yet been released to the public, Father Lin couldn't stop laughing excitedly. He knew that his son-in-law was always brave, not afraid of death, and dared to do it. His interview video would definitely be a sure thing.
As the video was playing, an HK reporter asked: "Mr. Zhou, what do you think of returning after two years?"
On the screen, Zhou Qingfeng was sitting on the sofa without speaking for a few seconds, and then he spoke after a while: "Some things have to be cut through quickly, and we can't wait until they are out of control before solving them.
After Hong Kong's return to the motherland, Hong Kong will be a special zone. I plan to nominate myself and run for the head of the special zone, which can be considered as an extra contribution to the country and the people."
Damn, that’s awesome!
Father Lin didn't understand for a moment, but he just said that his son-in-law can be crowned king. Isn't this the title of king?
Fierce, this son-in-law is really fierce!
So fierce, invincible!
The reporters who asked the question were all confused by these words and thought: Boss, if you come out to run for election, who would dare to compete with you? Who in Hong Kong, black and white, is not afraid of you? Even the British governor has to give in. What do you think?
Call it a campaign? You are robbing me!
Damn it, I can’t believe you have such ambitions!
HK reporters are happy, they like this kind of fierce news. One reporter specifically reminded: "Mr. Zhou, are you an HK citizen now? In terms of election qualifications..."
Zhou Qingfeng sneered: "This is not a problem at all. I said I want to run for office, is there anyone who objects?"
A bunch of reporters all shook their heads, fearing that if they were slow, they would be dragged away to plant flowers.
"Do you have any policy agenda?" the reporter continued to ask.
"Let's build more houses first to solve the housing problem of the citizens."
"Can you get the recognition and cooperation from hk real estate developers?"
"I feel like they are seeking my approval and taking the initiative to cooperate. Of course, there will definitely be some who feel that they have a backer and will not cooperate, but I am very good at dealing with such people."
The reporter was sweating all over his head and hesitated to speak.
Zhou Qingfeng continued: "I know what you are worried about, but the key to hk is the tax rate of the free port. This is actually decided by the central government through negotiations with foreign countries, and it has nothing to do with hk.
And I am also very good at these negotiations, and I have many means to balance the relations between countries. In the next two years, my work will shift to major power diplomacy and create a 'community with a shared future for mankind.'"
This tone is too loud, the arrogant and cool dick is blowing up!
Father Lin was watching the video at the 'Holy Light' headquarters, and the TV in the living room of George Sr.'s family in Washington was also playing this video.
Michelle sat at the table and translated Zhou Qingfeng's original words in a low voice for her father. Old George's face was filled with gloom and anger. But after the little foreign girl translated a paragraph, she suddenly couldn't help but retched, and hurriedly got up and ran to the bathroom.
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Mrs. George sat nearby and was stunned for a while, then quickly followed over to see what was going on. After a few minutes, she came back and whispered a few words in her husband's ear.
Old George's face was as furious as a volcano!
But he remained silent, clenching his fists and staring at Zhou Qingfeng who was talking on the TV, wishing he could fight for his life.
It was like an old farmer who had worked hard to grow cabbage for more than 20 years. It was white, tender, and juicy. It was just one cabbage. However, the cabbage was eaten by a wild boar from nowhere.
Angry!
Till death.
The kind that wants to start a world war!
The parliamentary assistant happened to walk into the living room and whispered in Old George's ear: "Your Excellency, next year is an election year. There is an internal election nomination within the party, and you have the highest vote rate."
Old George didn't even hear this sentence, he only stared at Zhou Qingfeng, who was also talking about the election on TV.
A lot of topics were being discussed on TV about improving people's livelihood and strengthening the economy. At the end, a sentence came out, "Believe me, economics is what I am best at. As long as I am the chief executive, tomorrow will definitely be better."