Wen Liang had a meal at Li Siqing's house. Fresh wild vegetables, freshly laid eggs, and broken noodle soup made a pot of delicious food that he had never tasted before. Wen Liang drank a big bowl of it, and Li Siqing watched with her chin in her hand, smiling, as if Wen Liang drinking the food she cooked was the happiest thing in the world.
When Wen Liang asked, he found out that Li Siqing had learned to cook from her father when Li Shengli opened a restaurant. She has been cooking every day in the past two years. Although there are not many ingredients, she can still make the simplest meals very delicious. It can be seen that talent is needed to do anything. If Li Shengli had the current level of his daughter, the restaurant would not have closed down so quickly.
Wen Liang praised her greatly, and then left the 200 yuan that Ding Mei asked him to take to Li Siqing. With this money, his life for the next two months was basically guaranteed, and he didn't have to worry.
When leaving, Li Siqing saw him out the door. Wen Liang slapped his head and said, "Look at my memory. You don't have to worry about the start of junior high school. Leave everything to your brother." Li Siqing bit her lip and nodded heavily. After the experience just now, in her young mind, her brother could do anything.
"Brother, are you still coming to see me?"
Li Siqing's eyes were full of anticipation, but he was afraid that his request would embarrass Wen Liang, so his head was lowered so low that it almost touched his chest.
Wen Liang touched her hair, and the boy's eyes were as bright as the stars above his head. "Brother will come to see you when he is free. The food Nuan Nuan cooks is so delicious that I can't miss it, haha."
Li Siqing looked at Wen Liang's back as he walked away, leaning against the doorpost. Brother, I know, how can a meal made from wild vegetables taste good? Nuan Nuan knows...
It was already very late when he got home. As soon as he entered the door, Wen Huaiming slammed the table and said angrily, "I asked you to give money to Nuannuan, where have you been? Why did you come home so late?"
"Dad, you're from the Policy Research Office. Do you manage theoretical research?"
Wen Huaiming was stunned for a moment, and said in confusion: "Of course I have to take care of it..."
"If you don't investigate, you have no right to speak. You must know, right? Not only did I give her money, I also chatted with her. You are very bureaucratic. Do you really think that just giving her some money is enough? Here," Wen Liang pointed to his chest, "is the most important thing. If you don't treat your heart disease, it will die sooner or later."
Wen Huaiming didn't get angry. He sighed and said softly, "Well, this time I was just being crude and rough. I won't do it again."
Wen Liang pushed the issue too far, sat down on the armrest of the sofa, put his arm around Wen Huaiming's shoulders and said, "Dad, what should we do about Nuannuan going to junior high school? How about you find someone to help?"
Wen Huaiming didn't mind his son's disrespect and said, "I've asked about it. Her situation doesn't meet the criteria for Project Hope funding. And Nuannuan's grades aren't very good. She did very poorly in the entrance exam to junior high school. Not to mention that no school would accept her, even if there was one, where would the tuition and living expenses come from? Dad is not stingy. It's okay once or twice, but if it really goes on for a long time, I mean it won't work."
Wen Liang also knew that his father was telling the truth. The two of them had just enough salary to cover their daily expenses. Although Wen Huaiming had little power, he had to attend social events in the municipal party committee. He also had to pay gifts for festivals, weddings, and funerals. Over time, life became very tight. Moreover, the agricultural machinery factory might go bankrupt. At that time, Wen Huaiming's salary alone would have to be supplemented by Li Siqing's family. They would really have to share the joys and sorrows.
Wen Liang scratched his head, he couldn't tell his father that he was reborn and would be able to make money soon, he asked him to take care of her first. After thinking it over, he was still at a loss on the issue of money. In fact, Wen Liang already had an idea today, but the lack of start-up capital was a big problem.
Although Ding Mei did well in the clothing business after the farm machinery factory closed down in his previous life, if Wen Liang went over and said, "Mom, go do business. I don't want to work in the farm machinery factory anymore," he would definitely be beaten to death by Ding Mei. He was not from that era, so he didn't know how much people valued a stable job.
The most important point is that the funds that Ding Mei used to open the clothing store came from the dissolution subsidy from the agricultural machinery factory!
Wen Liang was thinking hard, and Wen Huaiming seemed to be worried as well, leaning on the sofa with his eyes closed in thought. The old and the young just sat there quietly, which scared Ding Mei who opened the door.
"Did the father and son have a fight? That's not right. They wouldn't sit so close to each other when they're having a fight. What happened?" Ding Mei knew Wen Huaiming too well. He never read newspapers or watched TV news at home, so something must have happened.
Wen Huaiming opened his eyes, waited for Ding Mei to sit on the sofa opposite, and said, "It's still the trivial matter in the city. Today, the Standing Committee meeting fired another shot at Zhou Yuanting."
"What's wrong?" Ding Mei had no interest in politics, but she fulfilled her duties as a wife. Who else could a husband talk to if not his wife when he was troubled
"It was just a few days ago that Xu Fuyan went to Qinghua Factory for an inspection. Director Yuan made good arrangements. Secretary Xu praised the Qinghua Factory team and specifically mentioned Director Yuan for his hard work and contributions to Qingzhou's economic development..."
Ding Mei curled her lips and said disdainfully: "The Qinghua Factory is not much better than the Agricultural Machinery Factory, and it's still a great achievement!"
"That's the problem," Wen Huaiming said with a wry smile, "Today, Zhou Yuanting at the Standing Committee even hinted that some of our leaders should be cautious in expressing their opinions outside and not easily change the city's strategic decisions. He also said that the municipal party committee and the municipal government should communicate well in advance to avoid disunity between the party and the government, which would make it difficult for the comrades working below to adapt..."
Wen Liang was stunned. He had known Zhou Yuanting was powerful and Xu Fuyan's nickname "Hand-Raising Secretary". He never expected that Zhou Yuanting would slap Xu Fuyan in the face so blatantly at the Standing Committee meeting... This was much better than those venomous snakes on the forums of later generations...
Wen Liangyao still didn't understand after hearing this, it was a waste of this rebirth quota. The fate of Qinghua Factory in the previous life was even worse than that of the Agricultural Machinery Factory. After the bankruptcy and reorganization, the Agricultural Machinery Factory was renamed the Agricultural Repair Factory. At least it was still half-dead and the pensions of retired employees were paid until 2007. However, Qinghua Factory was completely cut off. More than 3,000 employees were not resettled and chose their own jobs. It was a turmoil in Qingzhou for five years, and it was not until the next century that it basically came to an end.
It was obvious that the city wanted to take action against the Qinghua Factory. The factory director Yuan Dazhu somehow got through to Xu Fuyan and tricked Secretary Xu into making a public statement. Or perhaps Secretary Xu wanted to make his voice heard in Qingzhou so much that he got on board reluctantly.
Wen Liang understood that Yuan Dazhu didn't necessarily want to keep the Qinghua Factory. He must be unsatisfied with the position Zhou Yuanting had given him. This old hand immediately approached Xu Fuyan, hoping to use his power to make Zhou Yuanting change his mind.
This is really courting death! Wen Liang sneered in his heart, you are just a small official, and you want to find a balance between the secretary and the mayor? Who is Zhou Yuanting? He ate you up and vomited all the bones, and you dare to use Xu Fuyan, the secretary who raised his hand, to put pressure on him. You really don't know how to write the word death.
Wen Huaiming scratched his head in annoyance and said unhappily, "I really don't know what Secretary Xu is thinking. How can he easily express his views on such a complicated matter? Now Zhou Yuanting is right at the Standing Committee meeting and has forced him into a corner. It's really an ugly scene."
"No way?" Ding Mei couldn't believe it. "It's like this, Secretary Xu can still endure it?"
"Xu Fuyan just smiled and said that he was indeed a little hasty. He accepted Mayor Zhou's opinion and the matter was settled. However, after the Standing Committee meeting, the news got out and people in the city said all kinds of unpleasant things..."
"Isn't the Standing Committee supposed to keep secrets? How come you know it so clearly? Old Wen, when will you be able to get to the Standing Committee?" Seeing the solemn atmosphere, Ding Mei deliberately made a joke.
Wen Huaiming snorted and said nothing. Wen Liang smiled and interrupted: "Now the municipal party committee and the government are at odds. There is no secret in the standing committee meeting. No matter which side gets hurt, the other side will do everything possible to spread the news."
Wen Huaiming pointed at Ding Mei and said, "You are in your forties, but you still don't understand as well as a child. Your son is good. He has some of your father's political sensitivity. I'll give you ten dollars as a reward. Take it!" Old Wen is actually quite open-minded. He doesn't mind talking about the dirty things in the city in front of his son, and he even consciously guides him to gain some knowledge.
Flowers in a greenhouse cannot grow big. Wen Huaiming has always believed this, so he is very dissatisfied with Wen Liang's cowardly character. However, this summer, my son seems to have become smarter. He speaks and does things better than before. In the end, it is my educational method that is right! Old Wen is complacent, with a bit of the self-satisfaction of a people's educator.
"But Dad, what does this have to do with you, a small deputy director?" Wen Liang was confused.
"Ahem," this sentence almost pissed Wen Huaiming off. What does "little deputy director" mean? He glared at her and said, "Are you itching for trouble?"
Wen Liang begged for mercy with a smile, and Wen Huaiming sighed and said, "Why do they say that bad luck is caused by ghosts? Secretary Xu was upset at the meeting, and he asked the Policy Research Office to do a study on the Qinghua Factory to see if it is scientific to completely abolish the Qinghua Factory and whether the subsequent impact can be controlled? The most important thing is to see if there is a feasible way to revive the Qinghua Factory."
"And then?" Ding Mei accurately positioned herself as a supporting role. She didn't quite understand what was being said, but that didn't stop her from supporting him.
"Then Director Meng handed this difficult task to me." Wen Huaiming looked as if he had stepped on dog shit.
"This Meng Shanshui is an ungrateful person who can never be tamed. During festivals and holidays, which part of the process has he failed to attend to? He smiles at us on weekdays, but when something goes wrong, he plays dirty tricks and puts the blame on us!"
Wen Huaiming signaled her to be quiet, but did not refute, which showed that he agreed with his wife's words in his heart.
Wen Liang did not say anything. Director Meng Shanshui of the Policy Research Office was indeed too shameless. This was obviously a job that would not please both sides. On one side was the powerful Zhou Yuanting, and on the other side was the boss of the Municipal Party Committee, Xu Fuyan. Dad said that layoffs were good, which was like rubbing salt into Boss Xu's wounds. The end was predictable; but if it was said that reviving the factory was good, Zhou Yuanting's reputation was not earned by scaring children; this was not difficult. The most difficult thing was that you had to please both sides. You said that layoffs were not the most perfect solution, but if you wanted to revive the Qinghua Factory, there were many ways, but you had to cross the river by feeling the stones, so layoffs were also one of the effective ways. Such words would work in normal times - you guys were fighting with each other, and I didn't offend anyone, so I came here to make soy sauce, right
But the problem is, this is not the usual time!
The mayor slapped the secretary in the face at the standing committee meeting, and the secretary assigned this task immediately, obviously to find a reason to slap the mayor back. Not only the reason, but also the slap was found on the spot. So the conclusion of this research is the reason, and the person being studied is the slap.
As the saying goes, a higher-ranking official can crush a person, let alone a higher-ranking official of several levels? Well, Wen Huaiming did everything, and when Xu Fuyan can't stand it anymore, he can just hand it over to Old Wen, and he won't be blamed at all. Of course, Wen Liang estimated that Xu Fuyan would not do this. If something goes wrong, the subordinates will take the blame. Who else would dare to rely on him as the secretary? The most likely result is that as long as Zhou Yuanting is in power, Wen Huaiming will never be able to make a breakthrough, and being completely marginalized is a foregone conclusion. Although Wen Huaiming's position in the municipal party committee is not high, he is at least a deputy director, and there are people who flatter him. Once he is completely marginalized, it will undoubtedly be more difficult than death for the young Wen Huaiming.
Damn it, this Meng Shanshui only picks on the weak, and he will settle accounts with you sooner or later. Wen Liang secretly complained in his heart. He knew with his ass that among the three deputy directors of the Policy Research Office, his father had the least foundation and backing, but he was a real deputy director with great weight and status. If Wen Liang came to find such a good scapegoat, he would not let him go.
Most importantly, Wen Liang vaguely remembered that in his previous life, at the end of 1995 and the beginning of 1996, Wen was transferred to the Quality Supervision Bureau as a deputy director-level assistant researcher, and his political career was completely over. Perhaps the root cause was that in this collision between the two powers, Wen Huaiming stood on the wrong side.
This is a big deal!
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New author, new book, please recommend, please collect (to be continued)