The international capacity cooperation meeting without Fang Zhicheng was boring. The meeting, which was supposed to last more than three hours, ended in less than an hour. Fang Zhicheng received a call from Chen Bo, the deputy director in charge of the capacity cooperation department of your country, and listened to his implicit complaints and experienced words of comfort.
Chen Bo is a smart man and should know what he means.
Fang Zhicheng should not be invited to attend general meetings in the future. Fang Zhicheng is the director of the Foreign Investment Department not to be a figurehead who is flattered and praised by others everywhere.
Fang Zhicheng made his position very clear: the appearance fee is very high and he would not easily attend a meeting unless it is an important occasion.
Fang Zhicheng is young, and although he previously served as deputy director of the National Development and Reform Commission, he lacks sufficient personal connections and trusted confidants compared to those who have climbed up step by step.
In this situation, if you want to control the overall situation, you need to use strategies. He deliberately created the image of a mysterious cadre who is arrogant and rarely shows up in public.
The higher the official rank, the more you need to maintain a sense of mystery. Only with a sense of mystery will others be afraid of you. Fang Zhicheng tried to use this public mentality to shape his image in the Foreign Investment Department.
Before leaving get off work, Fang Zhicheng received a call from Wenfeng. Wenfeng didn't know that Fang Zhicheng was already in Yanjing. She called to tell him that the painting had been finished and asked him where to mail it.
Fang Zhicheng smiled and said, "Master's Wife, I'm already in Yanjing, just come and get it."
Wen Feng was slightly startled and said unhappily, "How long have you been in Yanjing? Why didn't you tell me?"
Fang Zhicheng quickly explained: "It's been more than a month. I've been busy with work, so I haven't contacted you."
Wenfeng looked at a newspaper on the table. In fact, before she made this call, she knew that Fang Zhicheng had already taken up his new post at the Development and Reform Commission. The report had such a large section that it was hard for Wenfeng, who read the newspaper every day, not to notice it. However, Wenfeng would not tell Fang Zhicheng directly that she had known he was in Yanjing for a long time. It always felt a bit strange to do so, as if she was too concerned about his whereabouts.
Wen Feng was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay, come to my place tonight to pick it up, and I'll send you the address later."
Wen Feng didn't buy a house in Yanjing, but senior officials of the central bank would have no shortage of accommodation, so they had their own arrangements. Fang Zhicheng studied the information carefully. This was a park villa area located in the East Second Ring Road. The developer spent a lot of money to bid for this land, and it was a well-known sky-high price.
After the villa area was built, many high-end residential buildings were built around it. It is a famous wealthy area within the Third Ring Road. Many celebrities and officials have settled here. The supporting facilities are extremely rich, and it is not inferior to the prosperity of Yunhai Jing'an District. The villa area has a very domineering name, called Huangcheng. The developer dared to use such a name, which shows how powerful it was.
Unfortunately, with the change of regime, the developer is no longer around, but the Imperial City still represents the new forces of Yanjing, echoing the Jiangjun Hutong in the heart of the city. One represents the past, the other represents the future.
The car was stopped at the door because the people living inside were either rich or noble, so the army arranged soldiers to stand guard. After Fang Zhicheng called Wenfeng, the soldiers let it go.
Stopping in front of a Chinese-style house, Fang Zhicheng rang the doorbell. To his surprise, a girl in her twenties with heavy makeup and fluffy hair opened the door while chewing gum.
"Who are you looking for?" the girl asked in a cold tone.
Fang Zhicheng smiled and said, "I'm looking for President Wen!"
"You've got the wrong person!" The girl looked at him with disdain and turned away.
Fang Zhicheng was stunned for a moment, sighed, turned around to study the address, and called Wenfeng, "Master's wife, is the address you sent me wrong? I'm standing in front of Building 19, and the other party said it's not here."
Wen Feng tapped her forehead and said with a smile, "I sent the wrong address. There was an extra 1. It should be Building 9."
Fang Zhicheng sighed helplessly, looked at the apartment in front of him, and sighed. It turned out that he pressed the wrong doorbell, and he couldn't blame the girl for her bad attitude towards him just now.
Inside the apartment, a slightly plump middle-aged man was reading a newspaper. Seeing his daughter coming back angrily from outside, he asked with a smile, "What's wrong, Dale? You look unhappy!"
Miao Daier glared at the middle-aged man and said, "You said you found the wrong door."
The middle-aged man sighed and smiled, "It's normal to find the wrong door. There's no need for you to be so angry, right?"
Miao Daier snorted and said, "I'm on my menstrual period recently, no one should mess with me."
The middle-aged man shook his head helplessly. The landline rang. He walked over to answer the call and asked with a smile, "President Wen, what's the matter?"
"Lao Miao, did someone ring your doorbell just now?"
Although No. 9 and No. 19 differ by one digit, they are actually very far apart, because numbers containing 9 are allocated to owners of higher status. Wen Feng was afraid that Fang Zhicheng would not be able to find her place, and suddenly remembered an acquaintance of hers who happened to live on the 19th floor, so she thought about asking him to lead the way.
Miao Hancheng was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "Someone rang the doorbell, and it seems like they just left."
Wen Feng smiled and said, "That's my guest. The community is quite responsible. The apartments are far apart. How about you do me a favor and arrange someone to show him the way?"
Miao Hancheng was a little surprised and said in astonishment: "President Wen, this guest seems to be quite important."
Wen Feng smiled and said, "He is Lao Song's apprentice."
Miao Hancheng touched his mouth and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll let Dai'er take him there."
After hanging up the phone, Miao Hancheng hurried upstairs to pull Miao Dai'er downstairs. The car outside the door had not started yet. Fang Zhicheng sat in the back seat, while Guo Jinyuan got out of the car to ask someone for directions.
"Knock, knock, knock..." The glass knocked. Fang Zhicheng opened the car window and saw the girl who had been mean to him just now staring at him.
"What's the matter?" Fang Zhicheng asked with a smile.
Miao Daier snorted and said, "I'll lead the way for you. Let the driver get in the car."
Fang Zhicheng quickly said, "No, it's only that far."
Miao Daier asked, "It's only one or two kilometers. Do you think it's far?"
Fang Zhicheng was slightly surprised and quickly called Guo Jinyuan over. When Miao Daier sat in the back row, she took off her shoes and sat cross-legged. Fang Zhicheng could only lean to the side.
The Royal City Villa District was indeed large enough. Miao Daier was not exaggerating. Fang Zhicheng and his team entered from the south gate, and Building 9 was located at the west gate. Under Miao Daier's instructions, they finally arrived at Building 9. Fang Zhicheng waved to Miao Daier and said with a smile, "Thank you." Seeing that she ignored him at all, he smiled bitterly and waved to Guo Jinyuan, asking him to send Miao Daier back.