When they got to the city, Wen Liang got out of the car. Before he could say anything, Lu Xinyan glared at him fiercely and drove away. Everything that happened tonight had made her hate Wen Liang from the bottom of her heart. She felt that even looking at him for one more time was dirtying her eyes. She had nowhere to vent her anger, so she could only drive at the maximum speed. The whistling wind blew across her face, causing a faint stinging pain, which only dissipated a little of the anger that was about to be uncontrollable.
But when people are unlucky, even drinking cold water will make their teeth ache. When the car turned the corner, a motorcycle came speeding over, and the two cars almost collided with each other. The BMW made a shrill sound, and the tail swung out 90 degrees before it stopped. Lu Xinyan broke out in a cold sweat, poked her head out and yelled, "Don't you have eyes?"
On the motorcycle were two little hooligans with long hair, leather jackets, and blue dragon and white tiger tattoos on the back of their hands. It was already unworthy of their clothes and appearance if they didn't bully others on a normal day. What's more, this time it was Lu Xinyan who violated the traffic rules first, so their self-esteem was greatly hurt. They pulled out two steel pipes from somewhere on the car body, swearing and preparing to smash the car and beat people.
"What kind of lousy place is this? What kind of lousy people are here?" Lu Xinyan was completely dumbfounded. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and turned the steering wheel, started the car and ran away. The two hooligans chased her for a few steps, but when they saw that they couldn't catch up, they were unwilling to let her go, so they turned around and got on the motorcycle and chased after the BMW.
Wen Liang laughed loudly at the back. At the speed of the BMW, the ruffians would definitely return empty-handed, but this lesson should teach this arrogant woman who thinks the whole world revolves around her to be more restrained. He walked two blocks from where he got off the car and arrived at the entrance of Diyuan Garden. When he entered the gate, he was stopped by a security guard with a middle-parted hair. He stuck half of his body out of the half-open window, his face full of acne, and asked, "Which unit do you live in?"
Wen Liang smiled and said, "Are you new here?"
The security guard's face froze, and he said, "Why are you talking so much? Non-residents of this community are not allowed to enter."
Wen Liang became interested and walked to the window. He saw a pirated copy of Sherlock Holmes on the table. It was three times thicker than an ordinary book, but the words on the paper were much smaller. He said, "Oh, why do you think I don't look like a resident of this community?"
"Nonsense, those who can live here are either rich or powerful. I've never seen anyone walk in and out except our colleagues. You don't even have a car, and you want to pretend to be someone else. Don't you even know where this place is?"
Wen Liang gave a thumbs up and said, "Sherlock Holmes!"
The security guard shook his hair proudly and said, "That's it!"
Wen Liang pointed at the book on the table and said, "Where did you buy it? I'm also a fan of mystery novels. I'll buy one someday."
"Jianzikou Street, I just bought it, 3.5 yuan a copy, a collection of four volumes, affordable, worth it!"
"Jianzikou Street? Didn't I hear that the city cracked down on it a while ago and many stalls were banned? Why are they back again?"
"Severe crackdown? Isn't that just a way to scare flies by listening to the fart sound when you take a shit? The law enforcement team will say hello before they come, and hide anything that doesn't follow the rules, and then put it out after the inspection. They're just trying to make a living, if you really crack down on them, what use will the law enforcement team have? They should be disbanded, right?"
The anti-piracy storm originated from "China Can Say No", and quickly spread across the country under the influence of Wen Liang's deliberate promotion, the concentrated momentum of public opinion and other favorable conditions, becoming the most sensational event in the cultural market in the first half of the year. As the center of this storm, Qingzhou's crackdown on piracy is self-evident, but it was unexpected that only a few days later, the city's largest pirated market gathering place - Jianzikou Street was revived.
This shows how difficult it is to do something practical in China. The big net woven by various interest chains is like a thread soaked in oil. No matter how big the waves you stir up, as long as the huge profits exist, they will not disappear!
While thinking about his own things, Wen Liang also praised: "Brother, what you said makes sense. Being a security guard is a waste of talent!"
"Unyielding Talent, do you know what this place is? This is the cradle of security guards' rapid rise to fame. One of my predecessors is now a poet. I heard that he even joined an organization called the 'Writers Association' and became a member of the country..."
The story of the poet's security guard has been circulating for a long time. Wen Liang listened with a smile and said, "Actually, I'm here to see a friend. Well, I'd better call my friend and ask him to come out and pick me up!"
The security guard was chatting with Wen Liang, so he patted his chest and said, "No, this is just a slap in my face. I see, brother, you are not a bad person. Go in, go in!"
Wen Liang laughed, thanked him, and came to Zuo Yuxi's door. He rang the doorbell and waited for a moment before hearing hurried footsteps from inside the door. A clear and gentle voice said, "You don't have the key..."
The person who opened the door was Ye Yuting who had not been seen for a long time!
Ye Yuting was wearing a beige pajamas. Maybe it was because she had just taken a shower, but her hair was wet and scattered on her shoulders. A few drops of water slid along the delicate skin of her neck and fell deep into her elegant and delicate collarbone, making people look down involuntarily, attracted by the raised pointed arc and shallow grooves between the slightly open collar.
Obviously Ye Yuting didn't expect that the person standing outside the door would be Wen Liang, whom she hadn't seen for more than a month. The two looked at each other for three seconds, and Wen Liang couldn't help but smile and said, "Teacher Ye, you are dressed so cool..."
"What?" Ye Yuting looked down in the direction of his gaze, but she didn't look panicked. That time, her whole body was almost seen by Wen Liang, but this time it was just a small witch meeting a big witch. She said lightly: "Yuxi is not here!"
Bang!
The door was slammed shut. Wen Liang sighed and leaned against the wall. He made the sound of his feet gradually getting lighter as he pretended to walk down the stairs, silently counting in his heart: one, two, three, four, five!
As soon as the five words fell, the door was opened again. Ye Yuting had just revealed half of her body when Wen Liang jumped out and said with a smile, "Hi!"
Ye Yuting's slightly surprised expression was indescribably beautiful. Wen Liang didn't wait for her to get angry. He bent down and got in from under her arm. The space was small, so it was inevitable that there was some friction between their bodies. Even through the thin pajamas, it felt like they were touching her skin directly.
After running to the living room and feeling that the possibility of being kicked out again was zero, Wen Liang turned around leisurely and complained: "Teacher Ye, we haven't seen each other for a few days, and you are already alienated from me. You don't even let me in the door. It's too cold for my student's heart that is as hot as a blooming peach blossom."
Ye Yuting had no choice but to close the door, fold her arms, and looked at him with a half-smile, "Really? Didn't you go to Beijing? How come you look like you've been to Xichuan? You're still so hot and scorching, eating hot pot?"
"Although the capital is cold, when I think of you, Teacher Ye, it's warmer than eating hot pot..."
"Bah, smooth talk!"
Ye Yuting came over, Wen Liang was ready to have her ears twisted, but she just walked past him, took the remote control, curled up on the sofa and started watching TV. Jiangdong TV Channel 2 was playing "I Love My Family", and the old man Wen Xingyu, who had a very distinctive voice, said something, and Ye Yuting laughed so hard that she fell backwards, and a small corner of her pajamas was lifted up, revealing a dazzling white patch of white.
Feeling the gentle gaze like a snake burrowing into her clothes, Ye Yuting felt a tingling sensation in her heart. She glanced at him coquettishly and said, "Why are you standing there like an idiot? Come and watch TV. Yuxi won't be back for a while."
After so many years, Wen Liang, who had been influenced by countless jokes in later generations, was naturally not so easily amused anymore. However, classics that could stand the test of time had their own inherent charm, and it was actually not bad to read it in your spare time. Wen Liang smiled slightly, sat on the other side of the sofa, and watched it with her with relish.
After watching about one episode, Zuo Yuxi pushed open the door and came in when she saw two people sitting on the sofa. She was surprised and said, "It's rare to see you guys not bickering or fighting. Who took the wrong medicine today?"
Ye Yuting shouted, "You took the wrong medicine. I'm a teacher and he's a student. What bickering and fighting is called criticism and corporal punishment!"
"Okay, criticism and corporal punishment, you are his class teacher, you have the final say!"
Zuo Yuxi smiled and bent down to change her slippers. The black dress was tightly attached to her body, showing the curve and outline of her hips without any cover. Ye Yuting snorted and stood up to deliberately block Wen Liang, but forgot to look from Wen Liang's perspective. At such a close distance, under the light, through the thin clothes, the flawless white jade body was looming, which was more tempting than being completely naked.
Wen Liang coughed dryly and asked, "Why is it so late again?"
Zuo Yuxi changed his shoes and stretched comfortably. His tired body could not hide the excitement in his eyes. He chuckled and said, "Deputy Director Yan of the Provincial Department has led a team to inspect the progress of the 'private to public' project. This person is serious and has a tough style. He has extremely high standards, especially in terms of work. If I don't pay attention and he finds something wrong with me, it will be very troublesome."
"Trouble?" Wen Liang frowned and said, "Secretary Zuo has just become a member of the Provincial Party Committee Standing Committee, and someone is so ignorant?"
After the two sessions in March, Zuo Jing officially joined the Standing Committee one year after he took office in Lingyang. There is actually no clear regulation on the candidates for the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee. Before the 1990s, only some of the secretaries of the municipal party committees of provincial capitals were included in the Standing Committee. After that, it was only a special treatment for some separately planned cities. Later generations even began to implement differential elections. The head of one of the most famous open cities in Lingnan was unexpectedly defeated, which became a hot topic of public opinion.
As the largest city in Jiangdong except Guanshan, Lingyang was always ranked as a vice-provincial level, but whether or not one could be elected as a standing committee member depended on the overall environment and personal influence. Zuo Jing made too much noise when competing with Fang Mingtang, but after a year of buffering, he performed outstandingly in flood control and disaster relief, so at the first plenary meeting of the seventh Jiangdong Provincial Committee of the Communist Party of China on August 8, he was formally elected as a member of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee, becoming one of the eleven giants controlling Jiangdong.
At this time, Yan Jize should have no reason to cause trouble for Zuo Yuxi! (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)