At noon, the road ends.
The wind is rising, but the snow has not melted yet!
The two of them stopped at the same time. Xie Yan took the box from Wen Liang, a flash of reluctance in his eyes, and whispered: "I'm leaving..."
Wen Liang nodded, and watched the girl turn around and slowly walk towards the crowd at the bus stop. He suddenly shouted, "Xie Yan!"
Xie Yan looked back in the wind, and it seemed as if a camera with a speed of 7 frames per second had captured the moment she looked back, and then replayed it to create the incomparable beauty of that moment.
Wen Liang pointed at her hair and chuckled, "I forgot to say just now that you look prettier with short hair."
The academic workload in senior year of high school was too heavy, so Xie Yan cut his hair short to make it easier to manage. At that time, he felt a little reluctant, but he unexpectedly received Wen Liang's praise.
She laughed happily, without pretending to be strong under the pressure of life, nor showing an unyielding look when struggling in difficulties. Like every other 19-year-old girl, she laughed brightly and comfortably.
When she got home, Ding Mei was trying the sauce. She put a little of it into her mouth with chopsticks and said it was good. Then she changed to another bottle and praised it again. She repeated this process over and over again. When she saw Wen Liang coming in, she asked happily, "Which classmate are you from? I think your cooking skills are not worse than Lee Kum Kee's."
Wen Liang didn't expect Ding Mei to give such a high evaluation. He went over to taste it and found it was indeed a rare delicacy, many times better than those sold in the market. As for business, his mind immediately flew to Qinghe. The central kitchen was about to be built, and the research and development of various new foods had been put on the agenda. Folk private dishes like Xie Yan's mother's were exactly what Qinghe needed to attract.
However, these things will not be done until after the New Year, and Wen Liang cannot come forward himself, otherwise Xie Yan will definitely offer his secret recipe for free, which will not be conducive to setting rules for later generations and also goes against his original intention of mutual benefit.
It was another busy afternoon. Wen Liang was helping Ding Mei in the kitchen while dealing with people coming to visit him. His cell phone kept ringing, and Ding Mei joked that he was busier than Old Wen. Wen Huaiming, who was outdone by his son, finally got home before 7 o'clock. The family of three ate dumplings, watched TV, and listened to the sound of firecrackers outside the window. They happily spent the first Spring Festival since their rebirth.
In the Spring Festival Gala of that year, Zhao Lirong's "Working Adventure" became popular all over the country;
At the family dinner this year, Wen Huaiming personally poured a glass of wine for Wen Liang, and the father and son drank it all in one gulp;
There was no snow on New Year’s Eve this year!
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Wen Liang was escorted by Wen Huaiming and Ding Mei to visit his good friend's house. Although he was exhausted after a day's work, he received a lot of lucky money, which was a happy and painful experience. In the evening, he went back to his room to rest for a while. When he came out for dinner, he heard Ding Mei complaining, "You are a secretary general, but you can't even get a car. You have to go back to Yunshui's hometown on the second day of the Lunar New Year. You can't take a bus with so many things, right?"
Wen Huaiming ate by himself and said calmly: "The ticket bus is also good and convenient. Others can take it, so why can't we?"
Ding Mei glared and said, "You're just trying to argue, right? I have so many relatives at home, I can't afford to lose face with that person."
Wen Huaiming shook his head and sighed, "You, even Secretary Xu didn't use a special car when he went back to Guanshan for the New Year. What am I, a secretary-general? Besides, the drivers of the small car team have all gone back for the New Year. We can't let them rush over for us. It will have a bad impact."
Ding Mei wanted to say more, but Wen Liang sat over and put his arm around her shoulders, saying with a smile: "Okay, it's just a car, why are you arguing about it? Mom, my dad is right. Xu Fuyan has long prohibited the use of public cars for personal purposes, especially during the Chinese New Year. It's better to have less trouble than more..." Seeing that Ding Mei was about to lose her temper, he quickly raised his hand and said: "As for mom, what you said also makes sense. Isn't the purpose of life to look good? I'll take care of the car, and I promise that you will return to your grandma's house in style!"
"You?" Ding Mei expressed disbelief, glanced at Wen Liang, and said, "Why don't you find me a bicycle?"
Not to mention Wen Liang, even Wen Huaiming laughed out loud. Wen Liang shouted, "Mom, your words have seriously hurt my heart. In order to dispel your prejudice, I decided to get you a super luxury car as a surprise."
This time it was Wen Huaiming's turn to frown and said, "Don't go out of line!"
Wen Liang stuck out his tongue and said, "Okay, keep a low profile."
The second day of the Chinese New Year is sunny and easy to travel.
The Lexus that Zuo Yuxi had driven before was driving on the asphalt road to Yunshui under Wen Liang's control. Ding Mei looked here and touched there, and couldn't help asking, "How much does this car cost?"
Wen Liang said helplessly: "Mom, you have asked five times. No matter how much it is, I can't afford it in this lifetime with Dad's salary. But I have a son. If you like it, I will buy you one in two years to honor you!"
Ding Mei laughed and said, "Okay, okay, my son has not been raised in vain. This kind of heart is better than anything else!"
Wen Huaiming had a dark face and was helpless about what to do with the mother and son. He snorted, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and rested.
Yunshui County is located in the northwest of Qingzhou. It is a hilly area with rough roads. Wen Liang had to work hard to get Ding Mei to let him drive. As for when he learned how to drive, he just made up an excuse. The whole journey was safe and sound. When they arrived at the Minzhen toll station in Yunshui County, a police car with a Lingyang license plate had a conflict with the staff. A flat-headed man leaned out of the driver's seat and shouted loudly, which could be heard from more than a dozen cars away.
"Don't you have eyes? I've driven this car all over the country and never paid a single toll. Who do you think you are? How dare you ask me for money?"
"What's wrong with a police car? Are they so great?" A female staff member in her early twenties, with ordinary looks and freckles all over her face, was sitting in the toll booth. She grabbed the notebook in her hand and threw it on the table. She said in an extremely aggressive tone, "According to the regulations, police cars that are not in our jurisdiction still have to pay the toll. I can't control you no matter how powerful you are, but in Yunshui, if you don't listen to me, you can't get past this barrier!"
Flathead was furious. He pointed at his nose and said, "Do you know who I am? Don't you want to work here anymore?"
The female staff member said disdainfully: "Who do I know you? How many times do you show up on the nightly news?" Then she muttered: "The more you act like a big shot, the more you like to act like a big shot. Ugh!"
"Fuck you!"
The flat-headed man obviously had good hearing. After hearing the last sentence, he opened the car door and got out, wanting to rush in and beat someone up. The female staff member was startled and hurriedly called the bureau. At the same time, a man in a black jacket got out of the passenger seat and persuaded the flat-headed man to stop. He took out a hundred yuan and handed it in through the window, saying coldly: "Take the money. If there are rules, follow the rules. Comrade, don't be so harsh."
The female staff member originally thought that the other party was not easy to deal with, and since he was willing to pay the money, she would just let it go. But when she heard what the man in the black jacket said, she immediately refused to do so and threw the money out of the window, saying, "Do you think this is your piggy bank? If you want to pay, you pay. If you don't want to pay, you don't pay. Now I suspect that you are impersonating police officers and misusing police cars. Just wait for the punishment!"
"you!"
The man in the black jacket suddenly showed his anger, but he had a cold temper and loved to stab people from behind. He rarely had direct conflicts with people. Even though this female staff member was not worth mentioning to him, he habitually wanted to swallow his anger first, and then settle the score with her later and make her live a life worse than death.
Just as he was about to take out his police ID from his pocket and hand it over, the flat-headed man suddenly grabbed his hand and whispered, "Brother Luo, I know you don't like to argue with your subordinates, but there is still someone sitting in the car today. If we give in, we will lose face..."
He winked at the man in the black jacket and he suddenly came to his senses. Yes, things are different now. It seems that his brother is very obsessed with the woman in the car recently, otherwise he would not have asked him to send her to Yunshui to ask for divination.
With this thought, the black jacket nodded slightly to the flat head, meaning to let go and make trouble. Flat head was a fearless person in Lingyang, but he was used to hanging out with the black jacket and respected him and his big brother the most. At this moment, he had no restraint, threw his arms and pointed at the female staff and cursed: "You bitch..."
The female staff member stood up suddenly, her eyes wide open, and said, "Watch your mouth!"
"Clean? My private parts are cleaner than yours. Why don't you take off all your clothes and compare them?"
At this time, many truck drivers or owners had gathered around. Drivers and toll collectors don't get along well with each other, and the image of the police is not much better. Immediately, some people applauded, some cheered, and some laughed. The toll station, which usually only had cars coming and going, became as lively as a vegetable market.
The female staff member was only in her twenties, and had never been humiliated in public like this. However, she was also known for her sharp tongue, so she retorted without thinking: "Go back and compare yourself with your mother. I'm cleaner than your mother!"
The laughter around him got louder, and Flathead glared around. Many people felt embarrassed and quietly dispersed, but a few brave ones continued to watch the fun without caring.
The flat-head pointed at the female staff member, kicked the door open, and grinned, "You know who my mother is? Do you want to die?"
A woman's scream was heard in the toll booth!
Wen Liang was bored and leaning against the window, watching the long line ahead. They were far away, and there were several large trucks in front of them. Of course, they would not get off the car to watch the excitement like those bored people, and they didn't know what was going on. Just then, a person who had just finished watching the excitement was walking back from the side of the car, and Wen Liang stopped him and asked, "Master, what's going on ahead? Is there a traffic jam?"
"The police are fighting with the traffic police. Damn it, Qingzhou is just being more arrogant than us in Xichuan!"
The man spoke with a Sichuan accent and gesticulated. After finally understanding what was going on, Wen Liang thanked him. When he turned around to look at Wen Huaiming, his face was so dark that it could be used to grind ink.
The law enforcement officers cursed at each other like shrews in the street and finally beat people. How could the government keep its face in the face of so many people
"I'll go take a look, you guys stay in the car and don't move!"
"Dad, it's not convenient for you to go," Wen Liang knew that Wen Huaiming had to take care of this matter, so he said, "We are visiting relatives today. You will have to reveal your identity later, and the county leaders will have to take care of you. How can you go to pay New Year's greetings to grandma?"
Ding Mei also chimed in, "That's right. Someone will take care of this little thing. Just be an honest commoner for a day. Even if the sky falls, it won't have anything to do with you!"
"Why not? For a country to prosper, every citizen has a responsibility. If ordinary people see something unfair, they should intervene!"
Fortunately, you didn't meet the Nanjing judge, Wen Liang complained in his heart, and seeing Wen Huaiming's unhappy face, he smiled and said, "I'd better go and see what's going on. If it doesn't work, you can come out again, okay?"
Ding Mei was surprised and asked, "You're going? What can you do if you're just a half-grown kid?"
Wen Huaiming thought about it, slowly sat back, and closed his eyes again.
"Old Wen, you really let Wen Liang go, you, you..."
Wen Liang made an "OK" gesture to Ding Mei and just as he walked to the front, seven or eight people ran out from the toll station yard not far away, rushed up and pulled the flat-headed man apart. The female staff member was lying on the ground with disheveled hair and her face swollen from being beaten.
Two or three colleagues who had a good relationship with her immediately became furious. One of them, a 1.86-meter-tall male colleague, grabbed the collar of Flathead and punched him straight at his nose.
Without blinking, the flat-headed man shouted, "Who the hell dares to hit me? My father is Lingyang Mayor Dou Wenbo!"
Since this is Qingzhou, he often added the mayor of Lingyang to the sentence he often said. If it were in Lingyang, the three words Dou Wenbo would be enough to make anyone submit to him.
The fist stopped in mid-air as expected. A mayor, even the mayor of Lingyang, was undoubtedly a huge figure to these small employees of grassroots institutions. The 1.86-meter-tall man was dumbfounded. The other indignant staff members were silent. The girl who was sitting on the ground and refusing to get up cried and shouted, "What a bullshit mayor, he must be pretending. How can someone in the mayor's family be so barbaric and unreasonable?"
If people in the unit want to survive, the first thing is to learn to protect themselves. If you are an ordinary citizen, there is nothing wrong with everyone helping you vent your anger, but since he said he is the mayor's son, what if it is true
Everyone looked at each other, no one responded to her words. However, if you want to get ahead in the company, it is not enough to be honest and protect yourself. The second thing is to learn to speak in an official tone. Things on the surface must be handled according to the rules on the surface. Although you are afraid of hearing the mayor, if you really give in when you hear it, you will never get ahead.
"Ahem!" An older man came out and said, "Comrade, no matter what your reason is, it is always wrong to hit someone. Even if she was negligent in her work, you can complain and criticize her, but you can't hit her. How about this, please go to the station and tell us what happened. If it was our people who made the mistake, we will resolutely apologize!"
"What the old man said sounds like human language. Well, I won't argue with people from your small town. I'll just fire this woman and this man, and this matter will be over for today!"
The older man remained calm and said, "Whether it is open or not is up to the leaders. Let's go back to the station first. I'll call the leaders right away."
"Don't give me face..."
Before the flat-headed man could get angry, the back door of the car suddenly opened and a woman in a red velvet dress and fur wrapped around her shoulders walked out. She was naturally beautiful and had a graceful demeanor, which immediately made everyone's eyes become dull.
Wenliang's eyes gradually turned cold. I really didn't expect to meet her here!
What a big surprise! (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)