After returning to the room and resting for a while, Wen Liang sighed as he felt a slight pain in his hand. Although he did not expect Lei Yu to carry a knife with him, the reason was that his words hurt him first. Moreover, even if he did not consider Lei Fang and Zhu Zixuan's face, could he really bother with a child and watch him in danger
Wen Liang now has a wide circle of friends and a budding career. He is no longer the humble, cowardly and penniless boy in his previous life. It can be said that he has stepped into the privileged grassroots, a place that makes countless people jealous and even curse. But after all, he is different from Lei Fang, Mo Xiaoan, Gu Wenyuan and other playboys, because in his heart, he is always willing to think a little more about others.
This is not hypocrisy, nor is it pedantry, but the only way to keep oneself sober in the face of expanding power and boundless desires.
At seven o'clock in the evening, Wen Liang called Wan Siwei. Old Wan had already set up camp at the Capital Hotel and appeared in front of Wen Liang in three or five minutes.
"Boss Wen, what did Master Lei say?"
Wen Liang smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Wan, you'd better be mentally prepared. I'm afraid your matter will be difficult to handle..."
Of course, Wen Liang would not be so stupid as to tell Wan Siwei in detail about Lei Fang's plan to have the best of both worlds, but Wan Siwei was a shrewd person and could figure out 70% of what he said from 10% of it. His face suddenly turned pale and he sat on the sofa, lowered his head and remained silent.
Wen Liang poured him a cup of tea and sat opposite him without saying a word. Although he had long wanted to help Wan Siwei and had planned everything early on, some things could only be done but not said. Unless he pushed Wan Siwei to a desperate situation, the effect of giving timely help would not be so significant.
After an unknown amount of time, Wan Siwei buried his hands deeply in his hair, curled up into a ball, and whispered hoarsely, "Boss Wen, I'm done! Completely finished!"
Wan Siwei had been in Beijing for several months. He didn't know the depth of the water at first and spent a lot of money in vain. Until he got in touch with Lei Fang, the money was spent like water. Although he had been in a powerful position in the post and telecommunications department for many years and lived a life of luxury, he only got two or three million yuan in real money. This was only because of the good benefits of the post and telecommunications department. Otherwise, he would be grateful to God for having a small amount.
This time, he was determined to make a desperate trip to Beijing. He would rather go broke than fail. He didn't care how much money he spent. It was not until he saw some problems recently and the future looked bleak that he counted the cash in his hand. He didn't expect that the total amount was less than 500,000 yuan.
“If Young Master Lei really fails, I… I…” Wan Siwei’s eyes were filled with despair. Now he wanted to take a step back but couldn’t. Once there was no progress in the capital, those people in the province would seize the opportunity to attack him. Not only would he lose his official position and money, he might also be ruined by his opponents and go to jail.
At this point in life, what’s the point of living!
The two most difficult obstacles in life are power and sex. Wan Siwei has climbed up to his current position step by step. How can he be a simple person? But today, trapped in this small hotel room, looking around, all he can see is the vastness of the Yi River, and he can never look back.
In the final analysis, one still cannot see through the word "power"!
Wen Liang sighed secretly and said, "Brother Wan, don't be too discouraged. There is always a way out. Even if Master Lei can't do it here, there may be others to help you through the difficulties."
Wan Siwei's heart moved, and he raised his head suddenly, like the last straw a drowning man could grab. Before Wen Liang could stop him, he knelt down with a plop. This time he was sincere, without any falsehood.
"Brother Wen, you must have a way, right? Please help me this time. I will be grateful for this favor and will never forget it!"
Wen Liang tried to persuade him and finally helped him up. He pondered for a long time in the room, and as if he had made up his mind, he clapped his hands together and said, "Well, now that things have come to this, as brothers, we can't just watch you get desperate, even if it means offending Master Lei." Then, in Wan Siwei's uneasy eyes, he whispered, "Luo Qingsong, the secretary of Minister Song Guangming of the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications, can you speak up?"
Wan Siwei didn't know Wen Liang's intention, and said hesitantly: "I know him, but we are not close. I'm afraid, I'm afraid..."
There was something he didn't say. When he first arrived in the capital, he actually tried to get close to Luo Qingsong. But once he lost power, people's relationships were like paper. As Luo Qingsong's first secretary, how could he take him seriously? However, Luo Qingsong had been in the officialdom for a long time and understood the principle of today being the first day of the month and tomorrow being the fifteenth day. Maybe one day he would make a comeback. He didn't add insult to injury. He came to eat and take a bath, and was polite. He looked very decent. But if he really asked him to help with something, it would be like a toad wanting to eat swan meat - wishful thinking.
"Friendship is friendship. If you don't make an effort to make friends, how can you have any feelings? How about this? Ask him out for dinner tomorrow night, and then..."
Wan Siwei looked at him eagerly, smiled gently, and said: "Then, we will have a chance encounter..."
After Wan Siwei left with many thanks, Wen Liang couldn't help shaking his head. Outsiders always think that people in officialdom are very powerful and majestic. Once they have power, they are the best among people. However, they don't know how much servility and flattery are needed to get to this point. Morality, self-esteem, conscience and humanity are completely worn out in endless struggles. This road to success can lead to heaven or hell. Life and death are just a matter of thought!
In his previous life, Wen Liang's understanding of Wan Siwei came from two sources: one was from within the telecommunications system; the other was from the lengthy and comprehensive reports by major media outlets after Wan Siwei's fall.
The most important and most frequently appearing name among them is Luo Qingsong!
It was this person who completely turned around Wan Siwei's desperate situation and started his successful life for the next fifteen years!
Wen Liang turned around and walked to the window. Standing on top of the tall building, he leaned over to peek at the glittering night on Chang'an Avenue. Then he slowly stretched out his hand, turned his five fingers upside down, and gently clenched them.
No matter what ways and methods Wan Siwei used to impress Luo Qingsong after being abandoned by Lei Fang in that time and space, now that he has met the right opportunity in this life, he must completely control everything in his own hands!
Fan Bo didn't come back until almost ten o'clock. Wen Liang smelled the alcohol on him and asked with a smile, "Did he go out for a social event?"
"Another group of media friends have arrived. President Deng and Director Xue of Beijing University Press are here to host them. We are the main guests and we have no choice but to go."
Fan Bo can drink quite well, which is also a fine tradition of the people of Qingzhou. However, the media circles are famous for not getting drunk after drinking three pounds of alcohol, and he was a little drunk after a night. Wen Liang helped him sit down on the sofa, poured him a glass of water, and said, "Director Xue? Is he the relative of the receptionist who was fired today?"
Although Fan Bo was drunk, his fear of Wen Liang was deep-rooted. As soon as he took the cup of water, he was scalded by the temperature of the cup, which also made his mind clearer. He stood up and said, "I'll do it myself. Thank you, Mr. Wen."
Wen Liang waved his hand, motioning him to sit down, and said, "How is it, Director Xue didn't cause you any trouble?"
Fan Bo took a sip of water and said, "It's no big deal, but he kept saying some unpleasant things. I just ignored him."
Wen Liang praised: "Teacher Fan, your Qi-cultivation skills have really improved. If it were in the past, you would have written an article to scold him to death, right? Haha."
"Scolding him to death is just a matter of writing, but if it affects Premier Wen's overall situation, I can't afford to pay for it even if I curse him alive!"
Hearing Wen Liang's teasing, Fan Bo was not angry, but was very happy with Wen Liang's attitude towards him, and also joined in the fun with a smile. If the leader is willing to make fun of you, it means that the leader does not regard you as an outsider. Fan Bo followed Wen Liang from Qingzhou to Suhai, and from Suhai to Beijing. He was really frightened by Wen Liang's scheming and social connections. He had already made up his mind to follow the footsteps of this young master for the rest of his life and be loyal to him.
It is a pity that even though Fan Bo is well-read and extremely talented, he himself does not know that the most valuable thing in the world is loyalty, and the cheapest thing is also loyalty!
"It is indeed a small matter, but sometimes the smaller the matter, the more likely it is to ruin the bigger matter at the critical moment. Let me say hello to Lei Fang, and Director Xue of the Publishing Department should change his position first."
Hearing Wen Liang decide the life and death of others while chatting and laughing, Fan Bo's hand moved slightly, but he held the cup even tighter, as if this glass cup worth only a few yuan was worth a thousand gold!
Then the two of them talked about the structure of the media company and its future development. Just as they were talking excitedly, Lei Fang came unexpectedly. He opened the door and looked at Wen Liang's hand. Seeing that his hand was indeed bandaged with white cloth, his face darkened instantly: "This brat is getting more and more lawless. I will definitely discipline him when I go back!" Then he said apologetically: "Boss Wen, I just found out that Lei Yu hurt you. I'm so sorry. How can I explain this to Sister Xi? I patted my chest and guaranteed that you wouldn't get hurt in Beijing..."
Regardless of whether Lei Fang sincerely apologized or not, at least he showed his apology. Wen Liang smiled and said, "What are you talking about, Mr. Lei? This knife wound was caused by my own carelessness. It has nothing to do with Lei Yu... But to be honest, Lei Yu really scared me..."
"Did you see him like that today?" Lei Fang said with a wry smile, "This kid is my third uncle's son and my grandfather's favorite. He has been spoiled since he was a child, but he has a lot of tricks in his mind. He is simply a devil..."
Then he glanced at Fan Bo and asked, "Teacher Fan, have you been drinking?"
Fan Bo glanced at Wen Liang, and seeing him nod slightly, he immediately complained, "I have to drink. Director Xue from the Publishing Department of Beijing University is always causing trouble. Today he even said in a sarcastic tone that the book cannot be published without him. Lei Shao, what do you think? Should I go and take care of it?"
Lei Fang was furious and said, "He dared to embarrass the friend I recommended? He is so bold! Don't worry about it, you fool, you don't know how to live or die!"
After Fan Bo finished his report, he knew his mission was accomplished, so he left tactfully. Lei Fang felt embarrassed, and casually mentioned Lei Yu's cross-dressing: "I am also responsible for this. When I took him out, I happened to run into Shen Xue on duty... By the way, this Shangguan Shen Xue is Shangguan Chen Lu's sister. One of them is crazy, and the other is stubborn. You can't mess with them..."
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