Wen Liang thought about it and decided that it would be better not to interfere in this matter. He glanced at the license plate of the police car, turned back to his car, and whispered a few words into Wen Huaiming's ear.
Wen Huaiming sat up, looking surprised, and asked, "Is it her?"
Wen Liang nodded and frowned, "This is a bit strange. How did she get involved with Lingyang's people?"
Ding Mei was confused when she heard this and asked, "What are you talking about?"
Wen Huaiming and Wen Liang shook their heads at the same time: "Nothing!"
Ding Mei's face was full of suspicion. The father and son of the Wen family looked at each other with their eyes and noses, and their noses looked at each other's hearts, as if they were cast from the same mold. It was clear that there was nothing to say. She pushed open the car door and said angrily, "I'll go and see for myself."
Wen Huaiming was about to reach out to stop him, but Wen Liang blocked him and said with a smile, "Let her go. It's boring to stay in the car."
This was obviously to get Ding Mei and his son to discuss something. Wen Huai knew it clearly. Poor Ding Mei even happily pinched Wen Liang's cheek and said, "My son is so thoughtful. I'll go and ask when the road will be open. Your grandma is still waiting at home."
After Ding Mei left, Wen Liang said proudly: "See? To deal with your mother, you have to go along with her temper, otherwise it will easily cause family disharmony..."
Wen Huaiming's face turned serious and he said, "Stop talking nonsense. Tell me, what are you going to do about this?"
"I will not offend others unless they offend me. The past grudges are nothing, so let her go."
"Really?" Wen Huaiming now had some understanding of Wen Liang's personality. Sometimes he had to listen to his words in the opposite way, otherwise he would be fooled.
Wen Liang smiled and said, "Of course!"
Wen Huaiming couldn't see through his true intentions, but he didn't ask any more questions. He took out his cell phone and called Director Hong of the Municipal Transportation Bureau: "I'm Wen Huaiming. There's a dispute at the Minzhen Toll Station in Yunshui County. It's a very bad dispute. You should immediately notify the main leaders of the County Transportation Bureau to come and deal with it in person... Yes, first divert the traffic. It's New Year's Day, and the county road is blocked for ten miles. What a mess!"
Wen Liang gave a thumbs up and praised: "What a great official power!"
It's not just the official authority that's good. Wen Huaiming's seemingly casual phone call is actually very strategic. The reason why he called the municipal bureau instead of directly calling the county is that, firstly, the county magistrate is not as good as the current one. There are two levels of difference, and some young people in the county may not buy your account; secondly, Wen Huaiming came back to visit his relatives, and it would not be good to alarm too many people. If some people spread some jokes about a secret visit, it would be a joke; thirdly, and most importantly, this gives Director Hong enough face. How to deal with it and to what extent it is handled are all decided by him as the director. Of course, Wen Huaiming said that the nature is bad, which sets the tone for it. The result of the handling will not be too light, but at least it makes Director Hong feel respected enough and will not have any grudges.
In the final analysis, officialdom is nothing more than a matter of advancement and retreat. When it is time to advance, you must kill gods and Buddhas, and there is no room for hypocrisy and mercy. But when it is time to retreat, you must do so without delay, letting go of what you should let go, taking back what you should take back, enduring what you should endure, and giving in when you should give in!
Between advance and retreat, it is not a rigid straight line, but a circle, smooth, round and even perfect!
Wen Huaiming has been immersed in officialdom for more than a decade, but he has only just come across the words "advance and retreat". His style of doing things has begun to show some curves, but he still has a long, long way to go before he can truly become "round".
Wen Huaiming put away his phone and ignored Wen Liang's teasing. His eyes seemed to penetrate the layers of trucks and see the answer to a question from the woman's face!
Just as Wen Liang said, this matter was very strange. Why did she go to Lingyang, and how was she related to Dou Wenbo's son
It was destined that there was no way to solve this question today. In less than ten minutes, three police cars came with sirens blaring and politely took Pingtou and others to the toll station. With traffic police directing traffic on the spot, the road soon became unobstructed.
The Lexus slowly passed through the toll station, and the broken door and the mess inside the house could be seen. Ding Mei excitedly described the scene she saw, how rude the guy with the flat head was, and it was not wrong to arrest him, how creepy the black jacket was, and how his gloomy face looked scary, and there was that woman. When mentioning the woman, Ding Mei was full of disdain, she just looked pretty, but she dressed shabbily, and it was obvious that she was not a decent person.
"Okay, stop talking about other people's shortcomings behind their backs."
After Wen Huaiming spoke, Ding Mei lost some interest. Wen Liang suppressed his laughter and drove his car. Ding Mei was not a person who liked to gossip. He said such harsh words today, obviously shocked by the appearance of that woman.
I just don't know how many people in Lingyang will fall at her feet this time.
There is a beautiful view under the skirt, but don’t forget that the beautiful view is found in the desperate place, and the desperate place is a dead end!
In this small mountain village where a person riding a motorcycle can be called the richest man in the village, when the car drove in, it naturally attracted heated discussions and onlookers from many villagers. Through the glass, one could feel the hot and envious gazes. Many children ran behind the car, shouting, but did not dare to reach out and touch the body of the car.
Wen Huaiming regretted it immediately. Returning home in glory was a vulgar idea after all, especially for someone of his status. Fortunately, most of the villagers were ignorant and didn't know the price of this Lexus. It was not too late to make amends. He told Wen Liang, "Don't stop. Keep driving. Go around the other side of the village and then find a quiet place to get off."
Ding Mei has been with Wen Huaiming for so many years. Although she has not suffered much, she has not enjoyed much of the vanity that women should have. When she heard this, she became angry and said, "Why are you going around? There is enough room in the yard at home."
Wen Liang saw that the quarrel was about to break out again in the car, so he tried to persuade them: "Okay, the New Year is such a festive occasion, why do you have to make such a fuss! Dad, listen to mom this time. Since we are already here, trying to hide it will only make us look guilty. It's just a car, isn't it a big deal? If we leave it in the yard, who will know whose car it is?"
Wen Huaiming said helplessly: "You guys, my words are becoming less and less effective in this family..."
Wen Liang smiled and said, "This is where democracy is superior to feudalism. If only one person in a family of three has the final say, the other two will be dissatisfied. When dissatisfaction is suppressed for a long time, there will be conflicts, and conflicts will eventually lead to division. Democracy is different. If two out of three votes win, the other loser will be willing to accept the loss, and there will be a chance to turn the tables next time, so the heart will not be too frustrated. If they are not frustrated, of course they will not rebel. If they don't rebel, how can they maintain stability..."
Wen Huaiming didn't hear the last sentence clearly, and said, "What?"
Wen Liang laughed dryly and said, "No, nothing!"
After honking the horn, Qiao Song from my second aunt's house ran out and opened the door. When he saw Wen Liang park the car and get out, he shouted happily, "Brother, did your family buy a car?"
Others came out from the rooms, talking a lot. Grandma had four daughters, Ding Mei was the eldest. The second daughter, Ding Qiu, and her family followed the army to settle in the northwest in the early years and ran a timber business. They only came back during the holidays, and their relationship had long faded. The third daughter, Ding Lan, wanted to open a clothing store with Ding Mei, so they naturally had the best relationship. As for the fourth daughter, Ding Li, who was Wen Liang's aunt, she was a teacher at Yunshui No. 1 Middle School, and her uncle-in-law was the director of the General Affairs Office. She was considered to be doing well in the family. Apart from being snobbish and boastful, she had no other problems.
Wen Liang greeted his grandparents and wished a happy new year to the elders. He found a Ming and Qing dynasty novel "Zuixingshi" from his grandfather's bookcase and sat aside to read it. He had always been like this before his rebirth. Vino didn't dare to say much, and often sat alone, reading a book for a whole day, which didn't attract anyone's attention.
Only Ding Lan had seen him talkatively when he was in Qingzhou and found it a little strange, but he didn't take it to heart. After all, children always have times when they feel down.
After lunch, the women gathered around the fire and chatted, while the men changed their glasses and started playing finger-guessing games. This was the first time the whole family had gathered after Wen Huaiming took office as the secretary general of the municipal party committee. Everyone was a little uncomfortable, and seemed to not know how to deal with him and couldn't find the right balance.
The second uncle Qiao Zhuo was a dull person. Although he had been working outside for a long time, he was honest and sincere. He was not bad at speaking, but he was a mess. He could only say two out of three words. Seeing that the third and fourth brothers were winking at him, he got anxious and picked up the wine glass and said, "Brother-in-law, I'll drink it!"
Everyone was stunned, then burst into laughter. The unfamiliarity also dissipated a lot with the laughter. Wen Huaiming smiled and raised his glass, saying, "Come on, let's drink it all."
After the first glass of wine, the atmosphere began to become heated. As the glasses were clinking, my uncle-in-law Tian Zhibin suddenly talked about the incident that happened in No. 1 Middle School not long ago, and said, "Brother-in-law, is Principal Tian okay? You must give me a definite answer today."
Wen Liang, who had left the table after dinner to warm himself by the fire, pricked up his ears. Zuo Yuxi stayed in Yunshui for three or four days because of Tian Peng's matter, but the subject was changed at that time and he did not ask in detail, so he did not know the specific situation.
Tian Zhibin is a cousin of Tian Peng. He was able to become the director of the General Affairs Office thanks to Tian Peng, so he is very concerned about this matter. When he came back to pay New Year's greetings today, he wanted to find out the truth from Wen Huaiming and asked directly.
"Principal Tian? Which Principal Tian?"
Although Wen Huaiming was not a high-ranking official, he was not impressed by a mere vice-principal of a high school, and he had no impression of him. Tian Zhibin did not think so. He often used Tian Peng's name to show off in front of his family. Would you, Wen Huaiming, not know that
If it had been in the past, she would have made sarcastic remarks long ago, but now the situation is stronger than the person. Tian Zhibin had a smile on his face and was about to say a few words of flattery, but Ding Li was dissatisfied. The harsh tone of her voice did not decrease with the promotion of Wen Huaiming's position. From this point of view, she is much more principled than Tian Zhibin.
"Brother-in-law, you are really a forgetful person. It's just Tian Peng from Zhibin's second uncle's family. He is a good vice-president. How could he be paralyzed?"
In Yunshui's local dialect, "Ma" means dismissal. Wen Huaiming then remembered this person and asked, "Tian Peng, what happened to him?"
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