The sunlight outside the window gradually became hotter, casting mottled light and shadows on Wenliang's face through the curtains. He gently stroked the soft long hair of the woman in his arms, raised his head to look at the clock hanging at the door, and whispered, "It's 12 o'clock, are you hungry?"
She shook her head, no longer feeling the panic she felt when she first woke up in the morning. This was also what made Wen Liang special. Although he was young, he was calm and generous in his gestures, spoke slowly and steadily, and his gentle smile and deep eyes always made people around him feel a strength beyond his age. Even an experienced adult could not have handled the situation better than Wen Liang after encountering something like last night.
Seeing the delicate and weak Teacher Si shaking her head like a kitten, Wenliang's wretched uncle personality broke out uncontrollably and he teased, "I forgot..."
Si Yajing was very embarrassed. She pinched Wen Liang with her fingers, then turned over and lay on the side wrapped in the quilt. She curled up into a ball and hid in the quilt, expressing her protest with silence.
Wen Liang got up and put on his clothes. He squatted at the head of the bed and leaned over to look at Si Yajing's delicate face. He said softly, "We have to go. Tutu is still at her grandmother's house. I'm afraid she will cry and make trouble for you."
. When they came out, Si Yajing had already dressed up, and she looked dignified and beautiful in a simple and refreshing outfit. The two walked out of the hotel one after the other. When they passed the lobby, Wen Liang saw An Baoqing sitting on the sofa in the lounge, looking anxious. He calmly helped Si Yajing stop a taxi, and said a few words to reassure her. He waited until the car disappeared in the distance before turning around and going back into the hotel.
When he approached, An Baoqing stood up, and Wen Liang asked directly, "What happened?"
I've known An Baoqing for such a long time, but I've rarely seen him impatient. Especially when he's not shy about waiting here for people, if something important hasn't happened, do you really think that the Godfather of Qingzhou is bored
An Baoqing handed over a provincial newspaper with a wry smile, then took out his cell phone and called Zuo Yuxi: "Director Zuo, I found Young Master Wen!"
Wen Liangxiao was shocked. He didn't have time to ask An Baoqing about what happened. He opened the newspaper and saw the eye-catching black headline on the second page (economic edition): "The Tragedy of Food?"
"As an important strategic material for the country, food has always been the top priority of the central and local governments..."
After just a few glances, Wen Liang's expression turned extremely ugly, and he slammed the newspaper on the table. An Baoqing was startled: "Mr. Wen..."
What a mess! The case of the Shunyi County Grain Bureau had been determined since Wen Huaiming intervened. It was just a matter of temporarily suppressing it and waiting for the overall situation in Qingzhou to stabilize before making plans. I didn't expect that after all the calculations, the enemy still cut off the firewood and dealt a heavy blow from a high position. But who could have expected that a small case that was not filed in the county, not thoroughly investigated in the city, and not determined by the province, could be published in the provincial newspaper. What a powerful force hidden behind the scenes!
Wen Liang was furious not because of the case itself, but because it was just a corruption case in the grain system. It ruined the Shunyi team, but did not hurt Xu Fuyan. But the problem was that although Yu Peidong, the provincial party secretary, had clearly expressed his support for Xu Fuyan to govern Qingzhou, some people were still doing some small things in private, and even used the party newspaper as a platform to launch a tentative attack.
What do they want to do
Considering that Yu Peidong stayed in Beijing for half a month after the Fifth Plenary Session of the 14th Central Committee, and was likely involved in the factional struggle at the highest level, Wen Liang's face became even uglier.
An Baoqing probably knew that something happened in Shunyi that might be detrimental to the current situation in Qingzhou, but he didn't expect Wen Liang, who always kept his emotions to himself, to get angry. He quickly relayed Zuo Yuxi's words: "Director Zuo just came out of the Municipal Party Committee and asked you to meet him there directly."
"No hurry!" Wen Liang took a deep breath and picked up the newspaper again to read. The article was written in a swift and graceful manner, with profound ideas and insights, but it made Wen Liang sweat profusely. The article used the most straightforward writing style rarely seen in political essays to describe the suspected corruption in the grain system of Shunyi County, Qingzhou City, and vaguely criticized the local protectionism of the city and county governments. In particular, the four questions at the end pointed directly to people's hearts and were deeply rooted. If it had not involved Wen Huaiming's career, even he would have been unable to help but praise it!
Looking up, below the title is the author's name, "Zi Bu Yu". Wen Liang cursed inwardly, MB, it's you again!
Wen Liang was not unfamiliar with this "Zi Buyu". At the most critical moment of the political struggle in Qingzhou, Wei Chenfeng, in order to protect himself, launched a counterattack with an editorial written by Zi Buyu in Qingzhou Daily. Wen Liang was amazed at the time and praised him for his sharp writing and rare talent. He did not expect that not long after, it would be this ignorant scholar again. Last time, Xu Fuyan was busy with the aftermath and had no time to deal with such a small person. He did not want to offend him and give people a reason to talk about him, so he let him go and did not let Qingshi College suspend his classes. Unexpectedly, he failed to kill the snake and was bitten by it. He shot a cold gun at this time. (See Chapter 15 of Volume 3 for details)
Wen Liang suddenly had the urge to meet this person. What kind of fearlessness does it take to dare to challenge the powerful municipal party secretary again and again
Of course, Zi Buyu is just a small figure, and has no other use except being a pawn. He is not one of the members of the power behind the scenes, and even from him there is no suitable breakthrough. Wen Liang simply wants to meet this person, for fame or for profit
After putting away the newspaper, he walked out of the hotel with An Baoqing. When they got in the car, Wen Liang asked casually, "Director Zuo has been looking for me all morning?"
"Not only Director Zuo, Director Wen is also looking for you." An Baoqing smiled bitterly and said, "I just said that you borrowed my car to go to Yishan last night..."
Wen Liang nodded, knowing that An Baoqing had kept it a secret for him. Anyway, the matter had already happened and it would not be resolved in a short time, so he did not dare to alarm him, but waited downstairs. With this trepidation, it can be seen that An Baoqing's respect for Wen Liang was not simply for Zuo Yuxi's sake.
"Yishan? Your excuse is good. Did Director Zuo tell you about my affairs?" He only heard An Baoqing use Yishan as an excuse to fool Zuo Yuxi, and he knew that he knew about the acquisition, otherwise it would be difficult to fool the smart and capable Director Zuo.
An Baoqing couldn't figure out what Wen Liang meant, so he said cautiously, "Director Zuo mentioned this to me because he was worried that you might lack start-up capital. Mr. Wen, if you really want to acquire the mineral water factory, I can help you with some of the cash..."
Wen Liang shook his hand, smiling and saying, "No need for money! Brother Jiu, I actually have a business to do in Yishan, but I need you to do me a small favor..."
An Baoqing's expression changed, and he asked, "You don't have to do business, but I will follow Master Wen's instructions."
"It's mutually beneficial. Otherwise, we won't be friends for long." Wen Liang smiled and said, "Did you know that there's a new Kong Puzhou Memorial Hall built on the mountain?"
An Baoqing shook his head in confusion. Wen Liang pointed at him and said, "You are not well-informed! In today's world, if you want to get rich, you need to rely on brains, connections, and information. Brother Jiu, you have brains and connections, but you can't keep up with the information chain. Otherwise, Gu Shitong would only be paying you for carrying shoes!"
Wen Liang was very happy to be able to disparage Gu Shitong. An Baoqing also smiled and said, "I hope to cooperate sincerely with Young Master Wen, so that sooner or later Gu Shitong can carry our shoes!"
"Haha, thank you for your good words! To be honest, I am really looking forward to that day."
An Baoqing had long discovered that Wen Liang seemed to be very wary of Gu Shitong, the richest man in Jiangdong Province. Combined with his little grudge with Gu Wenyuan, wasn't the matter obvious? So An Baoqing didn't mind using a common enemy to bring the two closer together, although it seemed that this enemy was a little too powerful at the moment.
Wen Liang briefly introduced the background of the Kong Puzhou Memorial Hall to him, and said, "I can predict that as one of the six major patriotism education bases in the country, the memorial hall will receive more than 300,000 visitors from all over the country every year. Who will visit the memorial hall?"
An Baoqing's eyes lit up, and Wen Liang continued, "Government agencies, enterprises and institutions are all powerful and wealthy. Do you understand? What's the easiest money to make? The easiest money to make is the money that can be reimbursed by signing! What's more rare is that in the next few years, there will be hundreds of provincial and ministerial officials, thousands of municipal and departmental officials coming to visit, and the county and departmental officials are simply like lice on the Bull Demon King, too many to count. The leaders are pampered and well-fed, and visiting and studying is even more painful. How can they survive without a good place to stay? But the last time I went to Yishan, I found that there was not a single suitable hotel near the memorial hall, and the most luxurious hotel in Yishan County was actually the guesthouse of the county party committee and county government. Imagine if a star-rated hotel was opened next to the memorial hall, and it was filled with group photos of the bosses from various provinces and cities, Brother Jiu,..."
Smart people don't need to talk too much. Let alone making money, just these high-quality customers and powerful connections can make countless people go through fire and water for it. An Baoqing's narrow eyes narrowed into a small slit, and a strange light burst out from his gloomy face. However, he was not overwhelmed by joy. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "It's impossible that no one noticed such a good thing, right?"
Wen Liang smiled slightly. The nationwide large-scale publicity had not yet begun. At this time, few people knew Kong Puzhou, and the importance of the memorial hall had not yet been highlighted. He said, "Brother Jiu, do you know what the last of the four elements of getting rich is? Courage! We have the brains and the relationship information, but without courage, everything is just empty talk!"
(Rabindranath Tagore - When you commanded me to sing, my heart seemed to burst with pride, I looked up at your face, tears welled up in my eyes.
In my socket.
All the bitterness and contradictions in my life melted into a sweet harmony—
My praise is like a joyful bird, fluttering its wings across the ocean.
I know you enjoy my singing. I know it is only because I am a singer that I can come before you.
With the outstretched wings of my song I have touched your feet, which I never dared to hope to touch.
Intoxicated by the song, I forgot myself. You were my master, but I called you my friend.
I know not how thou singest, my lord! I always listen in wonder.
The radiance of your music illuminates the world. The breath of your music permeates the heavens.
The holy spring of thy music rushes forward, breaking through all the rocks that stand in its way.
My heart longs to sing with you, but I can't make a sound. I want to speak, but words can't make a song. I call
Oh, you have made my heart a prisoner in the vast net of your music, my master!
Please allow me to slack off for a while and sit beside you. I will finish the work at hand later.
Without your presence, my heart knows no peace or repose, and my work becomes an endless sea of toil.
Endless toil in the.
Today the heat of summer comes to my window and whispers: the bees are singing in the palace of flowers.
This is the time to sit quietly, facing you, singing the song of life in this silence and endless leisure.
Pick this flower and take it away without delay! I am afraid it will wither and fall into the dust.
I received an invitation to the world's festival, my life was blessed. My eyes saw beautiful sights, my
The ears also heard intoxicating music.
My task at this banquet was to play music, and I did my best.
Now, I ask, has the time finally come when I can go in and see your face and offer my silent respect
Is it a gift
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I am only waiting for Love to finally give me into His hands. This is the reason for my delay, and I am responsible for this delay.
They want to bind me tightly with laws and rules; but I always hide from them, because I only wait for love,
To finally deliver me into his hands.
People blame me for not paying attention to others; I also know that their blame is justified.
The market is over, the busy people have finished their work. Those who did not respond to my calls have gone back in anger. I am only waiting for love,
Finally I was handed over to him.
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The clouds are gathering, the darkness is deepening. Oh, love, why do you leave me waiting outside the door
During the busiest hours of the day, I am with you all, but during these dark and lonely days, I only look forward to you.
If you don't let me meet you, if you completely abandon me, I really don't know how I will get through this long rainy day.
I kept gazing at the distant gloomy sky, and my heart was wandering and lamenting along with the restless wind.
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If you don't speak, I will endure and fill my heart with your silence.
I will wait quietly, like a sleepless night under the stars, with my head bowed in patience.
The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish, and your voice will pierce the sky and flow from the golden spring.
Then your words will take wings and sing in every nest of my birds, and your music will bloom in the flowers of my forests.
The morning will surely come, the darkness will fade away, and your voice will pierce the sky and pour down from the golden spring.
Then your words will take wings and sing in every nest of my birds, and your music will bloom in the flowers of my forests.
The morning will surely come, the darkness will fade away, and your voice will pierce the sky and pour down from the golden spring.
Then your words will take wings and sing in every nest of my birds, and your music will bloom in the flowers of my forests.
The morning will surely come, the darkness will fade away, and your voice will pierce the sky and pour down from the golden spring.
Then your words will take wings and sing in every nest of my birds, and your music will bloom in the flowers of my forests.
Your music will bloom in the flowers of my forest.
Blooming. (To be continued)