Wei Gang was held tightly by Zhao Jianguo and others, and he didn't do anything extreme in the end. He turned around and left with a sullen face. Li Shengli knew that the hatred was too great, so he didn't go out to see them off. He looked at their backs and asked worriedly, "Will they get into big trouble? Wei Gang is not a good person..."
The night wind mixed with coolness blew across his face. Wen Liang put his hands in his pockets, jumped like an ordinary teenager, and said with a smile: "It's really cold today... Uncle Li, don't worry, after saying this, Wei Gang, I can naturally handle it!"
The first day of Qinghe Soy Milk's opening was a complete success. Apart from the minor instability caused by Wei Gang, it gained excellent reputation and popularity. Many customers who lived nearby even came to inquire about the business hours, which made the extremely tired Xu Yao and Ning Xiaoning very happy. For the first time, they experienced the hard work and happiness of doing things, a feeling that they could never learn in school.
After closing in the afternoon, several people went to Fengminglou for a celebration banquet. Wen Liang watched the two women leave in a taxi, then turned to complain to Li Shengli, "I must find two employees in a few days. Otherwise, relying on these two young ladies, I will have to sacrifice my next life sooner or later."
Li Shengli couldn't help but want to laugh. During the meal just now, Wen Liang was forced by the two little girls to agree to countless unequal treaties. If they employed such employees for two days, all the bosses would be in tears.
When they got home, Wen Huaiming had already returned. He didn't say much, but just pointed at Wen Liang's nose and sighed: "You, you..."
Wen Liang asked with a playful smile: "What did your boss say? Didn't he praise me?"
"I really did praise him a few times." Wen Huaiming seemed to remember something, and suddenly stood up and walked back and forth in the living room. He suddenly stopped and stared at Wen Liang and asked, "Wen Liang, you did this on purpose today, right? What exactly are you going to do?"
I really can’t tell you what I’m going to do now!
Wen Liang did not answer, but asked: "How is the Qinghua Factory?"
"What else can we do?" Wen Huaiming got a headache when he mentioned this, and he forgot what he had just asked. "The city government encountered a lot of resistance. They insisted on selling the Qinghua Plant to Fan Heng'an according to the established plan. They said that we should adapt to local conditions and take into account the local situation. It would be a crime against the people to mechanically apply the above policies in a one-size-fits-all manner."
"Oh, you're wearing a very high hat." Wen Liang didn't expect that the "Several Opinions on the Reform of Central and Local State-owned Enterprises during the Ninth Five-Year Plan Period" jointly issued by the Ministry of Finance, the Planning Commission and other five ministries and commissions had already been issued to the city level, but Qingzhou actually ignored it and did what it wanted. But this is nothing, it is normal in the officialdom to pretend to obey but actually disobey. There are policies from above and countermeasures from below, and this is how domestic affairs are messed up.
"It's okay," Wen Liang comforted Wen Huaiming when he saw that he was not in high spirits, "From the absolute disadvantage at the beginning to the current equal competition, Xu Fuyan at least has the strength to fight. What's more, he has a trump card in his hand in the provincial capital. Dad, you don't have to worry too much."
Wen Huaiming sighed again and said helplessly: "I hope so, let's take it one step at a time."
The No. 1 Municipal Party Committee Courtyard is located at No. 17 Chunxi Road. It is a two-story villa with front and back yards. It is surrounded by lush trees, and the walls on both sides are covered with tender green ivy. Through the fence, you can vaguely see a small pavilion behind the house, and next to the pavilion are two cultivated vegetable plots. This is the most mysterious and eye-catching place in Qingzhou. All the former secretaries of the Qingzhou Municipal Party Committee have stayed here. Along with power, status and glory, there are all kinds of schemes and scheming.
Xu Yao slipped into the house, holding her little leather shoes in both hands and was about to go upstairs secretly. Xu Fuyan, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room reading a newspaper, shook the newspaper. Xu Yao's little face immediately collapsed. She turned around and walked over shyly with her head down, threw her leather shoes away, and sat next to Xu Fuyan.
Xu Fuyan's dignified face had no trace of a smile, and he pointed to the opposite side and asked Xu Yao to sit over there. Xu Yao pouted, snorted coldly, moved over, bit her lip and said nothing. Xu Fuyan's wife was the chief physician of the Pediatric Department of the First People's Hospital of the Province. Her organizational relationship was still in Guanshan, the provincial capital, and it would take some time for her to come to Qingzhou. Xu Yao was active by nature and insisted on coming with her, so Xu Fuyan had to agree.
In this way, Xu Yao was almost free in Qingzhou. That's why she went to No. 7 Yard every day to hang out with Wen Liang, and took the bus around Qingzhou. That's how they got to know each other, and shared joys and sorrows.
Waiting for his daughter to admit her mistakes on her own initiative seemed to be a thing of the 21st century. Xu Fuyan folded the newspaper helplessly and smiled gently: "What? I haven't settled the score with you yet, but you're throwing a tantrum?"
"Settling accounts? Dad, are you sure you saw me at Qinghe Soy Milk today? Why do I feel like your eyes were only fixed on that brat Wen Liang, and you didn't even look at me?"
"Well, that's a good attitude!" Xu Fuyan knew his daughter too well. If you asked her nicely, she might not pay attention to you. Now, as long as she was willing to speak up, it would be fine.
If Wen Liang was here, he would have to spit out blood to express his dissatisfaction. Is this attitude considered good? If he was in Old Wen's house, he would have been beaten to death long ago, right
But people are more likely to die than others. Xu Yao had no such awareness and said angrily, "Secretary Xu, why did you go to the store today? Are you following me?"
Xu Fuyan was surprised and said, "Oh, you know how to strike first and then blame others for the wrongdoing? Xu Yao, I think you learned bad things from others, didn't you?"
These words were neither light nor heavy, and Xu Yao was shocked. She must not let Wen Liang leave a bad impression on her father. As for why not, the girl had no fixed answer in her mind.
"No, you see I'm working part-time outside, so naturally I'm doing as well as I can."
"You, you," Xu Fuyan pointed at her and shook his head with a wry smile, but suddenly changed the subject, "Does Wen Liang know me?"
"Of course..." Xu Yao opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly remembered Wen Liang's words and stopped abruptly, "... I don't recognize you! Before I came to Qingzhou, didn't you tell me not to reveal my identity outside and to live as a child of an ordinary family? I remember everything, don't worry!"
Xu Fuyan laughed: "Okay, my girl is the best. But people's hearts are sometimes complicated. You think you understand everything, but in fact, what you see are all illusions. So sometimes you have to look more, think more, and don't be deceived by illusions. Of course, Dad is not saying that those are definitely fake, but you have to be careful..."
Xu Yao was very clever, so she could hear the hidden meaning behind her father's words. Ning Xiaoning had done the same thing before, and it was proven that Xu Yao's vision was more accurate than that of Xiaoning and her father. Perhaps it had nothing to do with vision, because they looked at Wen Liang with their eyes, but she looked at him with her heart!
At this time, Xu Fuyan was no longer the high-ranking official who was above everyone else and guarded a region, nor was he the scheming and scheming official, nor was he the secretary who was caught in a situation and rushed around. Facing Xu Yao, he was always a kind, loving, strict but gentle father. Xu Yao certainly understood his good intentions and was moved. She stood up and sat next to Xu Fuyan, hugged his arm, rested her head on his shoulder, rubbed her face gently, and whispered: "Wen Liang is a good man, I believe him."
Xu Fuyan touched her hair and said with a smile: "Of course, my girl says who is a good person, and if he is not, he must be one too." Xu Yao, who lowered her head, did not see the coldness that flashed across Xu Fuyan's eyes, and hit him unwillingly: "You are making up stories about me again, are all officials so overbearing?"
"Oh, what do you mean?"
"It's that factory manager from today. He started making trouble in the store after you left. The soy milk cups were thrown to the ground." Xu Yao complained. Although Wen Liang and Li Shengli kept it a secret from her, the newly hired employee in the store saw it all and turned around to tell Xu Yao.
"Haha, it's normal for people to be angry after being wronged. When you bully others, you should be prepared to be bullied."
Xu Yao didn't understand what was said, but she understood what was said next.
"Xu Yao, you have to remember what I'm going to say next. Wen Liang is a very capable kid. He's smart, clever, courageous, and knowledgeable. The most valuable thing is that, at such a young age, he's actually very good at the ways of the world. I don't know how Wen Huaiming teaches his kids. He dares to teach them everything! But because of this, you have to understand that I'm in this position, and I don't know how many people have the idea of getting promoted..."
The following words were not something a father or a municipal party secretary could say. Xu Yao grew up in an official family and was influenced by his family. His mind was much more mature than his peers. His expression darkened and he whispered, "I know."
Xu Fuyan laughed and suddenly ruffled his daughter's hair. "Don't be so unhappy. Dad didn't ask you to stop interacting with each other. As long as you pay attention to the limits, it's fine to be friends. That kid, there are some things that Dad still admires..."
Xu Yao pouted and pretended to be angry, but her heart couldn't help but think of that boy. He was gentle and elegant, yet unpredictable. But no matter what her father thought, he was still himself.
The girl's mind flew to an unknown distance, but she suddenly felt inexplicably uneasy. After the holiday, should she tell Wen Liang what his father said when she saw him
Maybe, maybe...
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