The house was arranged by the Municipal Party Committee. It covers an area of about 170 square meters, with four bedrooms and two living rooms. The interior decoration is gentle. Several framed calligraphy and paintings are hung on the walls of the living room, full of elegant charm. The walls of the living room are covered with tasteful fabrics and wooden boards, giving people a grand look.
Song Wendi's wife is a deputy mayor. The couple rarely see each other because of work. Song Wendi's daily life is taken care of by a nanny. The nanny is about 20 years old, with delicate features and a petite stature of less than 1.6 meters. Her name is Xiaoyan and she calls Song Wendi "uncle".
Xiaoyan has been Song Wendi's nanny for two or three years, and Song Wendi trusts her very much.
Fang Zhicheng was still very excited. Song Wendi allowed him to enter his private life, which showed that he had received initial recognition from Song Wendi.
Even though Liu Qiangdong was not satisfied with him, so what? Although the Yinzhou Quan'an Gang was very powerful now, the top leader was his boss Song Wendi. As long as Song Wendi was still the secretary of the municipal party committee, Fang Zhicheng could rest easy.
Fang Zhicheng didn't need to care about other people's opinions, he just needed to be loyal to Song Wendi. He had a high level of understanding and quickly mastered the key to being a secretary. Fang Zhicheng wanted to gain Song Wendi's trust as soon as possible, and then follow Song Wendi's power to accumulate his own network of contacts.
Officials must be good at taking advantage of situations, but everything must be based on having situations to take advantage of.
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Just before getting off work, Zhao Qingya suddenly called and asked Fang Zhicheng if he had time in the evening.
Fang Zhicheng asked with a smile, what's wrong.
Zhao Qingya smiled and said, "I'm a little bored. Can you have a drink with my sister?"
Fang Zhicheng remembered that he hadn't seen Zhao Qingya for several days, so he readily agreed.
At half past five, as soon as Fang Zhicheng walked out of the Municipal Party Committee compound, he saw Zhao Qingya's BMW parked on the side of the road.
Fang Zhicheng got on the car and sat shoulder to shoulder with Zhao Qingya in the back seat. He asked with a smile, "Sister Ya, how did you know that I work at the Municipal Party Committee?"
Zhao Qingya smiled and said, "How can you make friends in the underworld without knowing their details? I have investigated your identity and background, so I naturally know that you work in the Municipal Party Committee."
If Fang Zhicheng had not known Zhao Qingya before he became the secretary of the municipal party committee secretary, he might have thought that Zhao Qingya was attracted by his special status and wanted to get to know him. However, when he met Zhao Qingya, Fang Zhicheng was just an ordinary staff member of the Municipal Party Committee Office.
Fang Zhicheng has always been curious about why Zhao Qingya could pay attention to him, and asked in confusion: "I am just a small person, why do I need Sister Ya to worry so much about me?"
Zhao Qingya smiled slightly and said lightly: "Are you sure you are just a small person?"
Fang Zhicheng scratched his head awkwardly and sighed: "At least for now..."
Zhao Qingya smiled without comment, as if she could see through Fang Zhicheng's little thoughts.
When Fang Zhicheng saw Zhao Qingya smiling charmingly, like a snow lotus suddenly blooming on an iceberg, his breath became disordered and his heart almost got confused.
The night was hazy and it rained in the evening. The air was not so stuffy, and the smell of earth was mixed with a faint fragrance.
Zhao Qingya took Fang Zhicheng into a bar. Not long after they entered the bar, an acquaintance came over and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhao, you haven't been here for a long time. It's a great honor for you to appear here!"
Zhao Qingya had a good relationship with the other party. She laughed softly and said, "Isn't it just a week? How can it be that long? You have to use some skills to tease me, okay?"
The acquaintance patted Fang Zhicheng on the shoulder and said with a smile: "I haven't seen Xiao Fang for a few days. Are you more energetic?"
Fang Zhicheng greeted her, "Hello, Aunt Dong. I haven't seen you for a few days. You look even prettier now!"
"You're such a sweet talker! Just because you said the truth, no more drinks today, I'll treat you." Aunt Dong laughed heartily, very heartily. Although she was not pretty enough, she gave people a unique kind of beauty.
Without her heavy makeup, Aunt Dong is pretty, just a little fat. If she lost 20 or 30 pounds, she could be considered a beauty.
Zhao Qingya shrugged and said happily, "Brother, I didn't expect you to be so generous. Even the usually stingy Aunt Dong made an exception and invited you to drink today. Wait a minute, you must not be polite."
"When have I been stingy? This is called being thrifty and living a good life. How can I be like you, Mr. Zhao, who spends money lavishly?" Aunt Dong shook her finger, snorted, and pretended to be displeased, "Mr. Zhao, you also have shares in this bar... Remember - if you cheat me, you are also cheating yourself."
Zhao Qingya smiled and said, "Don't scare me, I'm not that timid, you money-sucking devil!"
There are hundreds of bars in Yinzhou Bar Street, but the popularity of "Chengnan Jiushi Qing Bar" is one of the best in the bar circle. The reason is that Dong Gu is very popular. She runs the bar in a unique style. Every piece of music she plays has a charm that reminds people of the past. Therefore, some of Yinzhou's literary customers gather in the bar, and sometimes they will spontaneously organize poetry and singing parties. There is no shortage of these customers who spend money like water. When they get excited, they often order a bottle of foreign wine worth tens of thousands of yuan.
In fact, people think that nouveau riche are more willing to spend money, but this logic is wrong. It is the wealthy people in art who regard money as dirt.
Coming to the balcony on the second floor, there are two swing seats in the corner, where you can sit and see the street view of the bar street.
After Fang Zhicheng sat down, his center of gravity was unstable and he almost fell. Zhao Qingya saw it, covered her mouth and laughed for a while, and whispered: "I'm so stupid."
"I did it on purpose..." Fang Zhicheng realized that this excuse was too lame, and smiled awkwardly, "I didn't expect there would be such a place in Yinzhou."
Zhao Qingya smiled and said, "Don't underestimate Aunt Dong. She looks very generous, but she is actually very considerate. If you observe carefully, every pair of wine glasses in My Old Story in the South City is unique."
Fang Zhicheng took a look at the wine glass, which had a little boy wearing a hat printed on it, while Zhao Qingya's wine glass had a little girl with two pigtails, which he couldn't help but find very interesting.
A melodious tune was flowing in the bar. Zhao Qingya shook the wine glass in her hand, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, as if she had walked into the most beautiful memories.
Fang Zhicheng took a sip of foreign wine, frowned slightly, and stared at Zhao Qingya's beautiful face. He looked at her again and again, and was mesmerized by her elegant temperament.
This is truly a mysterious woman, a woman who could easily defeat Ding Guangyi and eight big men, yet she is so thoughtful...
"Hey, isn't this Mr. Zhao?" A tall and slender woman came over from a distance. At first glance, she looked very charming, but if you look closely, her face looked a little old. Behind her followed a young man in his twenties, with a figure similar to Fang Zhicheng, and a sunny and pure smile on his face.
Zhao Qingya didn't have much affection for this woman. She nodded slightly and replied coldly, "Hello, Mr. Luo."
Mr. Luo stared at Fang Zhicheng carefully for a while, and said in a slightly harsh tone: "If I had known that you and your boyfriend were having a secret meeting here, I would not have come to disturb you."
"No need to bother you. Since you like this place, I'll give it to you..." Zhao Qingya stood up, looked at Mr. Luo with disdain, and said, "Zhicheng, let's go..."