Although Wen Liang had little dealings with these princelings in his previous life, he understood that no matter what price Lei Fang had offered to Wan Siwei before, after this little episode, if he didn't give him a good beating, he would be doing a disservice to the shining red star flowing in his blood.
Lei Fang rubbed Wan Siwei like a clay figurine, not leaving him any face at all, naturally intending to test Wen Liang. Wen Liang did not want to stay any longer, so he stood up and said with a smile: "How about this, Lei Shao, you talk to Brother Wan first, and we go back to the room to rest. We are indeed a little tired after walking thousands of miles."
Wan Siwei was not actually afraid of being humiliated by Lei Fang. Just now, Lei Fang's phone call outside had already made him realize what it meant to be all-powerful. As long as the matter could be done, what did it matter if he suffered a little grievance? But no matter how thick-skinned he was, he was still a prominent figure in the area, and it was a bit embarrassing to lose face in front of outsiders.
Seeing Wen Liang so understanding and expressive, he was almost in tears. He quickly moved down and made way for him. Wan Siwei said sincerely, "Thank you, brother. When you have time, please come to Jiangyue to visit me and let me do my best to be a good host." He took out a gold-plated business card from his briefcase and handed it to Wen Liang. On it was written the title of Deputy Director of the Jiangyue Provincial Post and Telecommunications Bureau.
Jiangyue Province is adjacent to Suhai Province. Its economic output has always ranked among the top three in the country. It is a first-class rich place. As one of the most popular institutions before the separation of post and telecommunications, the Post and Telecommunications Bureau has always been "three feet and three inches away from the door, and you can't walk all the way without money and people." This means that even though it is only three feet and three inches away from the door of the Post and Telecommunications Bureau, ordinary people can't walk this distance in their lifetime. This shows how powerful he is. When Wan Siwei revealed his identity, Fan Bo immediately paid him a salute. He seemed to understand why Wen Liang, who never did useless work, would help this fat man pave the way.
Lei Fang smiled. Wen Liang was a man of measure and knew when to advance and retreat. He was indeed not an ordinary person. He was just about to discuss the price with Wan Siwei. He stood up and walked Wen Liang two steps away, saying, "Okay, you guys go back and lie down for a while. I'll come over after I've made arrangements here. We can go out together to have some fun in the evening."
Wan Siwei looked at Wen Liang with even more eagerness. He had been in Beijing for quite some time and had seen Lei Fang's behavior. He had never been so enthusiastic towards anyone before, so he had a crush on this seemingly young boss.
As soon as he returned to the guest room, Fan Bo couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Wen, who is this Wan Siwei? Do you know him?"
Wen Liang smiled but said nothing. Seeing that Fan Bo was still curious, he said helplessly, "I have never been to Jiangyue in my life, so how could I know Wan Siwei? I just felt sorry for him and gave him a hand. It's not as far-reaching as you think."
Although Fan Bo didn't know Wen Liang as well as Liu Tianlai, the Minister of Security, he knew that this young master would never be so sympathetic as to pull a man he didn't know. However, Wen Liang wouldn't say it directly, so he smiled and said, "I was planning to listen to what they were talking about..."
Wen Liang lay down on the bed and said, "We came to Beijing this time only to take care of our own affairs, so we should stay out of other people's business. Besides, staying there just now to serve as a foil for Lei Fang, it only made Wan Siwei hate us, and there was no benefit at all. It's better not to do things that hurt others and benefit yourself if you can."
Fan Bo couldn't get Wen Liang to say anything, so he left with a depressed look on his face. After a while, the doorbell rang suddenly, accompanied by a pleasant female voice saying, "Room service."
Wen Liang opened the door and heard Fan Bo opening the door next door. A slender and good-looking young girl wearing a light pink masseuse uniform, who was obviously a professional, had a beautiful smile on her face. She said, "Sir, the front desk has arranged a massage service for you..."
This must have been Lei Fang's idea, fearing that the two would be bored in the room. Wen Liang knew the rules of the Beijing Hotel. For a high-end suite like the one they were staying in, they could usually have a chef come to the room to cook a meal, or have professional massage services. He waved his hand and said, "No need, you can go back."
Fan Bo took a look at the girl in front of the door. She was beautiful in every aspect. He was from a poor family when he was young, and married Liang Ru when he grew up. He had been working hard to climb up for his livelihood and future, and he had never done anything to let Liang Ru down in his relationship with men.
But for many things, it’s not that we don’t do them, but that we don’t have the opportunity to do them; it’s not that we don’t want to think about them, but that we don’t have the ability to think about them.
There was some impulse in his eyes. Even if nothing could happen between him and these beautiful girls, it would be a great enjoyment as long as their little hands could rub back and forth on his body. But after hearing Wen Liang's refusal, he dared not say a single word and waved his hand to let the girls leave.
Dazzled by the girls' beautiful and seductive bodies under their uniforms, Fan Bo no longer had any desire to sleep. In the half day since arriving in the capital, he had seen too many things that he had never come into contact with or even thought about before. Once the desire was aroused, it was like opening a virus-infected email, which would not end until the system crashed.
Wen Liang glanced at him and joked, "Teacher Fan, this is the Capital Hotel, not a small hotel at the train station. Masseurs don't provide any additional services."
Fan Bo was still a cultured man after all. His face turned red at Wen Liang's teasing. He said awkwardly, "Why do I become like a demon as soon as I arrive in the capital? I can't control myself anymore."
"The flowers are so numerous that they dazzle your eyes. Only when all the sand is blown away can you find gold! Teacher Fan, if you can walk around in this big copper furnace in the capital without being melted, you will be able to attain enlightenment and become a Buddha..."
The combination of these two lines of poetry, which have no preface or sequel, actually has an indescribable charm and philosophy. When Fan Bolue savored it, he found it endlessly memorable. If he knew that Uncle Wen originally wanted to add "It is better to hang oneself on a tree in the southeast" at the end, he would probably spit blood outside the Fifth Ring Road of Beijing.
As they were talking, Lei Fang walked out of the elevator. He obviously knew that Wen Liang had refused the massage service, and thought that he disliked the girl's appearance, so he took the two of them directly to the 18th floor. In a room with large French windows, three finished-product-shaped massage pools with automatic constant temperature systems and extremely luxurious decoration appeared in front of Wen Liang.
Lei Fang took off his clothes and jumped into the water naked, saying, "I, Lei Fang, like people who are bold and forthright. Since we have the same temper as you two, I am not afraid to be frank with you. Come, try this water, it's damn comfortable."
Before Fan Bo could react, Wen Liang had already stripped naked and jumped into another pool. The ergonomically designed nozzles in the pool stimulated his body from all parts, which was indeed very comfortable. Poor Teacher Fan was completely dumbfounded. The ground in Beijing was evil. It was okay for a small person like him to be a little confused, but Wen Shao, who was usually so proud, had changed here and became even more unpredictable.
How could Fan Bo know that in his previous life, Wen Liang had worked hard in the capital for many years and knew a legend that had been circulating in the red circle: these wealthy and suspicious guys would always choose an open, public, frank and unconcealed occasion when they talked about serious matters - except for the bathhouse, where else could be more suitable for these prepositioned adjectives
So Wen Liang jumped into the water without hesitation, and Fan Bo had no choice but to follow suit and jumped into the last pool.
Lei Fang clapped his hands and shouted, "Okay, I like people who don't drag their feet!"
Wen Liang smiled slightly and said, "Young Master Lei is a man of swift and decisive actions. I believe that Director Wan's matter has been dealt with?"
Lei Fang splashed water on himself and said nonchalantly, "Wan Siwei, it's just a small matter! A deputy position was hated by the top leader, and he couldn't get along in the unit. He wanted to move to another place, but it's nothing. It's not worth mentioning."
Wen Liang narrowed his eyes. Although Wan Siwei, born in 1996, was at the lowest point in his life, no matter what time it was, the affairs of a deputy director were not trivial.
Of course Wen Liang lied to Fan Bo. From the first time he saw Wan Siwei in the Tan family hall, he felt that this man looked familiar. Later, he took the opportunity of Wan Siwei coming over to toast him to ask his name. It turned out to be Wan Siwei, a big shot in the telecommunications and mobile industry who was known as the "Iron Fist".
Although Wan Siwei was servile in front of Lei Fang today, his personal ability was already fully revealed when he was the director of Linzhou Post and Telecommunications Bureau. However, there is a saying that when a capable person is in trouble, he will be more miserable than an incompetent person.
In early 1994, Wan Siwei was transferred to the post of deputy director of the Jiangyue Provincial Bureau. He was highly appreciated and valued by the old director and relevant provincial leaders. By the end of 1994, he was ranked ahead of all the deputy positions in the bureau and became the real second in command. During this period, two things happened that almost affected his life.
First, the old director retired due to illness, and the position of director became vacant. He was originally the person with the highest support, but the leader in the province who supported him the most was dismissed for some reason, and the appointment of director was delayed. He presided over the work of the provincial bureau as a deputy; second, the post and telecommunications were about to be separated.
Although the separation of post and telecommunications would not take place until 1998, the pilot work had already begun from top to bottom in early 1995. Everyone in the system knew that the separation was certain, it was just a matter of time. Therefore, in order to preserve the prestige of the postal boss after the independence of telecommunications, many people began to find ways to exploit policy loopholes, and Wan Siwei was one of the best. During his time in charge of the overall work, the Telecommunications Technical Support Center, Telecommunications Equipment Factory, Post and Telecommunications Machinery Factory, Communication Cable Factory and other provincial bureau-affiliated enterprises were all upgraded to deputy department-level units, and the Communications Industry Corporation was established. This area originally belonged to the Telecommunications Department, but it was transferred to the Operation Department for management, which was equivalent to grabbing a piece of fat meat from the mouth of the future electricity boss. There are many more.
However, things never go as planned. Wan Siwei, who thought he could get rid of the title of deputy by virtue of his achievements, encountered a parachuted party from the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications. Not only did he lose his hope of promotion, but he even lost his deputy position under the pressure of the other party. With nowhere else to go, he had to try his luck in Beijing, but the water in Beijing was deeper than he imagined. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets at Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation.) (To be continued)