It was almost midnight when Wen Liang returned to the Capital Hotel. He went to the room to wash up first, then lay down on the sofa and casually changed TV channels. In those days there were no messy entertainment programs like those in later generations, but that also made for less fun in killing time.
About half an hour later, there was a knock on the door. As Wen Liang expected, Wan Siwei did not even have the patience to wait all night. Perhaps for him, he had waited too long for this day!
"How was your meal? Did you enjoy it?"
"Boss Wen, I really don't know how to thank you, really..." Wan Siwei's face flushed with excitement, and he said, "Secretary Luo not only became more enthusiastic, but also took the initiative to ask me if I had any difficulties coming to Beijing. This, this had it been before today, I would not have dared to think about it..."
As long as Luo Qingsong still has a little bit of ambition, he will not miss this opportunity in vain. To some extent, making friends with the children of the rich and powerful is a shortcut to enter the other party's core circle, and it can even be said to be a cheat for promotion and wealth. Let alone the unfathomable Wen Liang, Zhu Zixuan and Lei Yu alone are enough to attract officials below the bureau level in Beijing. If Luo Qingsong does not seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he is a complete idiot!
"Brother Wan, please don't be so polite. Everyone has bad times. Your brother is just a dragon swimming in shallow waters today. Even if he doesn't have me, he can still make a comeback."
This is the truth. Even without Wen Liang in his previous life, he was still able to survive. But to Wan Siwei, he thought that Wen Liang was concerned about his face and said these words to comfort him. He was so moved that he could not express it in words.
He was not arrogant, nor did he boast, but he pushed down the obstacles that he considered insurmountable with a smile. Facing such a person, Wan Siwei was truly convinced.
"Is Luo Qingsong curious about me?"
Luo Qingsong did ask about Wen Liang, but even Wan Siwei didn't know Wen Liang's true background, so he had no idea how to tell him. He sneered and said, "He wanted to test my opinion. I only said that I knew you, President Wen, but you never told me the details, so I couldn't ask. After hearing what I said, he never mentioned it again, but his attitude became even more enthusiastic."
With Luo Qingsong's intelligence, the more Wan Siwei tried to hide it, the more his guess was proved. Wen Liang wanted to give him this illusion. He didn't say a single biased word during the encounter tonight. His attitude was so high that Wan Siwei even worried for a while. But it was this kind of actor-level performance that made Luo Qingsong believe in his origins. After all, not everyone can make Zhu Zixuan hold his hand and act like a spoiled child, and can call the young master of the Lei family a brat.
Perhaps Secretary Luo, who was led into a trap by Wen Liang, would find out in the future that the high-ranking figure in his mind was just a bully, but this matter was all his own fantasy and speculation from beginning to end, and in the end he could only swallow his anger and not blame others. Moreover, by then, how could Wen Liang take this person seriously
As for whether this would make Luo Qingsong jealous of Wan Siwei, that was a matter between the two of them. Wan Siwei was neither a beauty nor a mentally retarded person. There was no need for Wen Liang to be a nanny and give her a three-year warranty.
Looking at Wen Liang's layout, he not only used the means of leveraging momentum to the extreme, but also skillfully used people's hearts and had a deep understanding of the mentality of people in officialdom, which ultimately helped Wan Siwei find a way out of the impossible.
"Mr. Wen, I told Secretary Luo about my intention to change departments in the province. Although he didn't express his opinion, the meaning he revealed may not be a big problem. Do you think I should strike while the iron is hot and talk to him again..."
Wen Liang interrupted him and said with a smile: "Brother Wan, you and Luo Qingsong can do whatever you want. I won't ask you any more questions."
Wan Siwei nodded quickly and said, "I understand, I understand."
A smart person only needs to know when to stop. Wen Liang stood up, slowly walked to the window, opened the curtain, and the night scene as gorgeous and dazzling as last night came into view.
Wan Siwei followed him, and Wen Liang suddenly said, "Brother Wan, such a talented person, it's really unfair for him to stay in the local area. Have you ever thought about changing your environment?"
"A change of scenery?"
Wan Siwei has never really thought about this question. He entered the official career at a young age and worked his way up to his current position step by step. Half of his life's hard work and struggle took place in the province of Jiangyue, where he has his connections, his relationships, his social network, and even his glory and shame.
What he had been thinking about in the past few months was how to return to Jiangyue in a dignified manner and let those guys who looked down on others and pushed them down when they fell see that he, Wan Siwei, was still the important and respectable person in Jiangyue Province.
But what if we change the place
"Where can I go?"
Wan Siwei was a little confused. He was a child from a poor family, with no background or connections. He relied on his own talents to win the appreciation of his leaders and climbed to the high position of deputy director with great difficulty. Now his backer has fallen, and he is regarded as a thorn in the side by his new boss and a thorn in the flesh by his colleagues and subordinates. His future is precarious and his situation is difficult. Even Jiang Yue is almost unable to make it. What qualifications and ways does he have to find another job
Wen Liang smiled inexplicably, pointed at the scenery outside the window, and said softly, "How is the capital city?"
As if a spring thunder exploded in his ears, Wan Siwei suddenly raised his head, looked at Wen Liang in shock, and said, "Beijing...Beijing?"
No matter whether they are grassroots clerks or high-ranking government officials, no matter whether they are important cities in the southeast or remote border areas, everyone's eyes are always fixed on the heart of the Republic - the capital. Any disturbance there, any word there, will spread to all parts of the country through layers of channels in an instant. Being in the officialdom, once you step into the gate of the capital, it is everyone's ambition and dream.
If it were the previous Wan Siwei, he might still have the idea of moving up, but today, all he wants is to maintain the status quo and find a place to settle down.
The capital city is so dreamy and yet so far away!
"Please stop joking with me, Mr. Wen. How could I have such a blessing..."
Wan Siwei regained consciousness and immediately gave up this unrealistic wishful thinking. He said calmly, "I never joke when I'm talking about serious matters."
Wan Siwei was stunned and stammered, "But, but..."
Wen Liang turned around and looked at him, whispering: "Brother Wan, have you ever thought that with Luo Qingsong's identity, he can actually help you with more..."
Wan Siwei was shocked. He was a powerful figure with a long history in the officialdom. After being instructed by Wen Liang, he immediately fell into deep thought.
"Jiangyue is your base camp. You have built up relationships and connections over the years. It will certainly be a lot easier to return there, but without the postal and telecommunications system you are familiar with, your future in this life is limited to this. It is already a blessing to be able to get a full-time director-level salary when you retire. You have to pray that your opponents will be kind and not make trouble, frame you, or throw mud at you for no reason."
Her gentle eyes reflected the hustle and bustle of Chang'an Avenue, and seemed to blur the distance of time and space between the flickering light and shadow, exuding wisdom and charm that no one could match.
"Now that you have Luo Qingsong, who is Song Guangming's confidant, you have every chance to make further progress in the postal system. Not only can you escape from the Jiangyue officialdom that has trapped you, but you can also rise to the top and enter the imperial capital that officials dream of. Old Wan, don't you understand? Your future depends entirely on this person..."
Wan Siwei's expression changed from hesitation to confusion to surprise and frustration, just like the face-changing in Sichuan Opera, which showed that he was fighting fiercely in his heart. Wen Liang was not in a hurry. It was up to him to make the choice.
But Wen Liang knew that he actually only had one choice in the end!
Rebirth is the biggest golden finger!
Wan Siwei was stunned for a while, but still shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Wen. It's not that I don't want to, but this matter is too difficult to implement..."
Wen Liang smiled and said, "You can do it as long as you want. It's not that difficult to do. The National Financial Conference will be held tomorrow. After the meeting, Song Guangming will definitely conduct a national survey. This is your chance!"
Zhu Jiusi hurried back from Suzhou these two days just to attend the financial conference. The theme of this conference is to deepen the reform of the financial system, improve the services of the financial sector, and provide guarantees and impetus for the reform of state-owned enterprises. On this basis, the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications must accelerate the separation of posts and telecommunications. It is inevitable that Song Guangming will go out of Beijing for research.
Wan Siwei was already used to Wen Liang's great powers, so he didn't ask him why he knew that Song Guangming would conduct a nationwide survey after the meeting. He said cautiously, "Minister Song may not choose Jiang Yue..."
"It doesn't matter where you choose. As long as Luo Qingsong is in the coastal provinces and cities, you will be received by Song Guangming. When the time comes, how to respond, how to answer, how to make Song Guangming remember your name, Brother Wan, this really depends on your ability!"
Wan Siwei's eyes suddenly lit up, and he paced back and forth rapidly in front of the window, repeatedly analyzing the feasibility of Wen Liang's words in his mind, weighing the pros and cons, calculating the gains and losses. It was a long time before he stopped, with a fire rising in his heart that he couldn't suppress no matter what he did.
There is naturally no problem with his work ability, otherwise he wouldn't have come this far. All he lacked was an opportunity!
"Boss Wen, I, Wan Siwei, will never forget your kindness. If it is really as you expected, I can turn a disaster into a blessing. From now on, if you have any instructions, I will do it without hesitation!"
"Brother Wan, you are too kind," Wen Liang was destined to turn Wan Siwei into a schizophrenic tonight. He had just painted a huge cake for him, but then he stepped heavily on it. "But don't be too happy too soon. Whether all this can be accomplished depends on whether Luo Qingsong is willing to help. Tonight's play can only let him help you stay in the province, but if you want to see Song Guangming, go to Beijing, and get promoted, the strength is far from enough."
Although Wen Liang said it in a subtle way, Wan Siwei could not help but understand what the so-called strength meant. Everything in the world has a price, and you get what you pay for. Wan Siwei certainly understands this truth, but his entire family assets now only add up to 500,000 yuan. If he wants to use this little money to impress Luo Qingsong, it is not building a relationship, but digging his own grave.
It is impossible for Luo Qingsong to pay so much just for the possibility of making friends with the children of the Zhu and Lei families. If it was just for matters within the province, with the illusion deliberately created by Wen Liang, and Wan Siwei spending a little more time and money to make arrangements, it should not be a big problem. But if he wants to go a step further, it is simply impossible without offering a huge price that will make his heart beat and he cannot refuse!
Based on Wan Siwei's understanding of Luo Qingsong, without five million, there's no need to even ask!
But Wan Siwei had already used up all the money he could raise for this trip to Beijing, and there was absolutely no possibility of raising more money in a short period of time. He retreated a few steps dejectedly and sat blankly on the sofa, as if even his soul had turned to ice.
From the clouds to hell, in just one second, Wan Siwei felt that his heart was about to jump out, his head was in a mess, his mouth was extremely dry, and even his vision began to become blurred, as if a huge rock weighing tens of thousands of tons was pressing on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.
At this moment, he really believed that there was an invisible hand that controlled fate in the world, and was grinning and strangling his neck.
Money, he had never been so eager for money!
I don't know how long it took, maybe just a few minutes, the gentle voice once again reached Wan Siwei's ears: "Brother Wan, Brother Wan?"
Wan Siwei raised his head. After all, he was not an ordinary person. With this moment of adjustment, his mood slowly calmed down. He listened carefully to Wen Liang and said, "I met a person by chance a few days ago. He seemed to want to invest in clothing business in Jiangyue, but he was unfamiliar with the place and was afraid of being cheated, so he wanted to find a local for advice. Brother Wan, if you have time, why not meet him tomorrow?"
Wan Siwei didn't understand Wen Liang's meaning for a moment, and nodded subconsciously, saying, "No problem, any time tomorrow is fine."
Wen Liang smiled and said, "Thank you, Brother Wan. That man is a nouveau riche who opened a gold mine. He has nothing but a lot of money, especially his manners. If there is any conflict tomorrow, Brother Wan, you have to bear with me."
"Nouveau riche?" Wan Siwei frowned, and vaguely sensed something in his heart. Then he looked at Wen Liang's expression and suddenly understood everything. "Don't worry, Mr. Wen. I will definitely make good arrangements for your friend and there will be no mistakes."
Wen Liang smiled and waved his hand, saying, "I just met him by chance, so I can't consider him a friend. I just thought he was a decent person, so I just mentioned this casually. When we meet tomorrow, you can talk about it yourselves. It doesn't matter what the conversation turns to. You don't have to give me face."
Wan Siwei nodded heavily and turned his back, not wanting Wen Liang to see the tears in his eyes. A gentleman will die for his friend. This was the first time in his forty years of life that he had such a thought from the bottom of his heart.
Wen Liang did not participate in the meeting between Wan Siwei and Du Datong, but just gave them the phone number to contact each other. Pushing things to this point was already the limit of his involvement. If he went any further, he would step on a minefield.
Helping Wan Siwei is a timely and natural opportunity. It also lays the foundation for a layout that Wen Liang has been planning for a long time and will be fully launched soon. However, Wen Liang's future cannot be completely tied to Wan Siwei.
Firstly, he is too dangerous, and secondly, he is not qualified!
(Thanks to the monthly ticket encouragement from the great God Duanren Tianya, Wanzi is flattered)
(See also the book review section. There is a classmate named Menghuan Mimi who is looking for a job. Wanzi wishes him to find a suitable job as soon as possible. Good luck) (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)