Luo Qingsong has a strong scholarly air and there is not much arrogance in his expression, but his upright posture and the indifference and composure that emanates from his bones make it easy for people to remember his identity—an identity that is not of high rank, but powerful enough.
Since Song Guangming took over the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications in 1994, Luo Qingsong, who had been following him from the Material Bureau and Planning Bureau of the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications, rose with him. He not only became Song Guangming's eyes and mouthpiece, but also played the role of spokesperson to a certain extent. His words were sometimes more effective than those of some deputy ministers in the ministry. Although his rank was only deputy director, and his position was only deputy director of the General Office of the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications, no one really dared to treat him as an ordinary secretary.
After listening to Luo Qingsong's self-introduction, Wan Siwei lowered his head, but his eyes were filled with surprise. He was skeptical about Wen Liang's plan today, but he didn't expect that Luo Qingsong, who always looked down on others, would take the initiative to greet Wen Liang. He had known Luo Qingsong for a long time, and he had only seen him two or three times, but the people who met him those two or three times were all big shots with prominent family backgrounds and deep backgrounds.
Wan Siwei felt lucky once again that there is always a way out and he was lucky enough to meet Wenliang. It was really a blessing from God!
"Premier Wen, this is Director Luo from the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications, my old leader..."
Wan Siwei is seven or eight years older than Luo Qingsong, and his rank and position are not much lower. It's a phoenix that can win the favor of others if he doesn't lower his attitude.
Perhaps the reason why Luo Qingsong agreed to have dinner with him was not without his intention to appreciate the servile appearance of Director Wan, who once held a high position of power in the local area!
Wen Liang stretched out his hand and shook it gently with Luo Qingsong. Less than three seconds later, he let go and said with a smile, "Nice to meet you. My surname is Wen, so I won't mention my name. I'm just a businessman, not worthy of such a noble person. Please forgive me for forgetting Director Luo."
Wan Siwei was shocked. He didn't expect Wen Liang to be so disrespectful, especially since Luo Qingsong had already condescended to introduce him. Wasn't this a slap in the face? Just as he was about to wink at Wen Liang, he heard Luo Qingsong smile and say, "Mr. Wen, that's not right. It's Qingsong who was too presumptuous..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhu Zixuan shouted from inside: "What are you doing outside? Come over and drink with me."
"I met a friend. You and Xiaoyu can eat first. You don't have to wait for me."
"I have nothing to say to this little pervert..."
Then Lei Yu's voice, with a hint of sarcasm, came: "Yes, with your IQ, it's strange that you can have anything to say to me!"
Zhu Zixuan screamed, "I'm so angry!" He rushed out, grabbed Wen Liang and dragged him back: "Come on, come on, only you can control that brat, help me get revenge!"
Wen Liang smiled bitterly and said, "Zixuan, I have a friend here!"
Zhu Zixuan didn't notice that Wen Liang, who had always called her Miss Zhu, suddenly changed his tone at this moment. But this address was so natural that not only Wan Siwei and Luo Qingsong, but even Zhu Zixuan didn't notice anything unusual.
Zhu Zixuan seemed to have just noticed the two people at the door. Wan Siwei was ignored by her. She looked back and forth at Luo Qingsong. Her pretty eyebrows slightly wrinkled. She pointed at him and said, "You...you are that one, what's your name?"
Luo Qingsong showed a warm smile that Wan Siwei had never seen before. Perhaps he himself did not even notice that from the moment Zhu Zixuan came out, his pine-like body involuntarily bent forward a few inches. Only his tone remained somewhat calm as he said, "Hello, Miss Zhu. My name is Luo Qingsong. I have been to your home with Minister Song..."
Zhu Zixuan suddenly realized and said, "Yes, yes, I still remember you. I think you made some suggestions that time. I heard my dad even praised you in front of Uncle Song."
This sentence, which seemed normal to many people, made Luo Qingsong's heart beat wildly, and his palms were sweating. The tone of voice that he had suppressed finally fluctuated, and he said, "I don't deserve it. It's all because of Minister Song's good leadership. I just contributed a little bit on the basis of Minister Song's foresight. I really don't deserve Premier Zhu's praise."
Prime Minister Zhu
Wan Siwei on the side was stunned for a moment. Fortunately, he had been standing respectfully by the side and did not attract anyone's attention, otherwise he would not have been able to hide this.
Zhu Zixuan was born in a family of officials, but he was not cunning or scheming at all. He found Luo Qingsong's words boring. As soon as he opened his mouth, he started talking about the official language that he was tired of hearing all day. He felt sick of him and ignored him. He shook Wen Liang's hand and said in a coquettish and threatening way, "Let's go, let's go drink, or I'll throw you a thunderstorm tonight and annoy you to death!"
"I came with you, so of course I have to go with you, Zhu Zixuan, you have to sleep with me tonight!"
Lei Yu came out slowly. When Zhu Zixuan was glanced at by him, she felt a chill all over her body. Especially when she thought of this little pervert taking advantage of Shenxue by disguising himself as a woman, she felt as if she was being stripped naked. She screamed and turned around and ran back without bothering to argue with him.
Luo Qingsong hadn't recovered from Zhu Zixuan's words yet, and was startled by the thunderstorm again. He exclaimed, "Xiaoyu, why are you here too?"
He had only seen Zhu Zixuan through the gap in the doorway, and Lei Yu was short and sat in a remote position, so he really didn't see her. This surprise was not an act. Although Song Guangming was not from the Lei family, he had a very good personal relationship with Lei Yu's father, Lei Yunhai, who was the most prosperous and promising young master in the Lei family. Luo Qingsong had met Lei Yu several times and was deeply impressed by this young master with a weird personality and a sharp tongue.
Lei Yu didn't even look at him, and walked past the three people as if no one was around, waving his hands behind his back, and said, "I'm going to pee."
Wen Liang apologized, "This kid has such a bad temper. Director Luo, please don't be offended. How about... come in and have a drink together?"
Luo Qingsong certainly wouldn't be surprised, and of course he wouldn't be so polite. He smiled and said, "Boss Wen, you're busy. Anyway, Lao Wan and I are old friends. Let's get together again when we have time. This glass of wine won't be missed."
Although the words were still polite, the three people present were all shrewd people. How could they not hear that Luo Qingsong's attitude had changed 80 degrees from being rude at first to being respectful later.
Of course, there is still a difference of ten degrees, which is the reserve that people should have!
"That's fine. We'll get together again when we have time." Wen Liang did not force him to stay. To deal with someone like Luo Qingsong, one must strike a good balance. Being too friendly will arouse his suspicion, while being too rejecting will hurt his self-esteem. Only by being friendly yet distant, and enthusiastic yet cold, can one really lure him into a trap.
"Wan Ju, accompany Director Luo well. Tonight is mine, so you must enjoy it."
Wan Siwei quickly declined, but Wen Liang smiled and said, "Don't refuse. You are accompanying Director Luo on my behalf tonight. If you fail to accompany him well, you have to return the money three times."
The familiarity in these words was like putting a cup of fragrant piaopiao in a dung beetle, which could not be concealed no matter how hard you tried. Wan Siwei laughed and said, "No wonder you have such a big business, Mr. Wen. I can't help but admire your ability to make money without doing anything."
Watching the two people leave, Wen Liang smiled coldly. He had only prepared for Zhu Zixuan, but he didn't expect that Lei Yu, this little tail, would play an unexpected role. He acted to this extent. If Wan Siwei could no longer get close to Luo Qingsong, he might as well not stay in the officialdom where people kill without bloodshed!
"What are you thinking? You look like you have succeeded in your conspiracy?"
Wen Liang’s head started to hurt again!
The three of them came out after dinner. Zhu Zixuan drank a lot of wine and fell asleep in the back seat. Lei Yu was sitting in the passenger seat with a toothpick in his mouth, thinking about something. They didn't talk all the way until they entered the city. Wen Liang asked, "Where are you going? Miss Zhu drank too much. It's not good to go home, right?"
Lei Yu glanced at him and said, "I remember someone called me Zixuan before, why did he change his name now?"
Wen Liang smiled and said, "Really? Why don't I remember? Besides, it's no big deal if you call me. We are already friends, right?"
Lei Yu was silent for a moment, opened the car window and spat out the toothpick, saying, "Uncle Zhu is going back to Beijing tonight, you have to send this idiot woman back, don't even think about seeing her again for the next year."
"Well, how about I take you there?"
Lei Yu rolled his eyes and said, "Uncle, I'm only eleven years old. If I bring a woman home, my father will beat me to death!"
Wen Liang still smiled faintly and said, "I know you will always find a way!"
Lei Yu tilted his head and glared at him for a while, then suddenly leaned back on the chair like an inflatable doll that had lost power, and said, "You're awesome!"
In a residential building in Yanshan District, there is a small unit with three bedrooms and one living room. The decoration is simple, but it can be seen that the owner has put a lot of thought into it. After settling Zhu Zixuan, Wen Liang looked around and said with a smile: "It's a good place to stay. There are many..." Before he finished speaking, Lei Yu walked to the side of the living room and stared at the photos on the cabinet. An extremely beautiful woman was holding a little boy of two or three years old sitting on the grass, and both of them had happy smiles on their faces.
Swallowing the teasing, Wen Liang said softly, "There's one less person coming to stay here, right?"
Lei Yu nodded and suddenly asked, "Uncle, where is your home?"
"Have you heard of Qingzhou?"
Lei Yu shook his head and said, "Where is that? And why is it called Qingzhou?"
"The East belongs to wood, and the color of wood is green, so it is called Qingzhou! It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with layers of green mountains and scenery that can be painted. It is the most beautiful place in my heart, and the place I am most reluctant to leave."
He didn't say that, in fact, the beauty of Qingzhou lies not in its scenery and views, but in the people who make people reluctant to forget and will never forget.
Lei Yu turned his back to him, and slowly touched the border of the photo with his fingers, saying, "I really envy you for having such a home!" He turned around, looked up at Wen Liang and said, "Uncle, if you have a chance, can you take me to see it?"
Wen Liang smiled slightly, and stroked the black hair on his head with his slender but powerful fingers, and said: "Definitely!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets on Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation.) (To be continued)