At night, in the courtyard of the Coders Association, a car stopped and Gu Baishun pushed the door and walked down.
Not far away, Zhang Ming walked out of the main building, waved his hand and shouted at Gu Baishun: "Come here, come here!"
"Uncle Zhang," Gu Baishun bent his waist and walked over quickly: "Is there anything urgent?"
Zhang Ming reached out and grabbed Gu Baishun's arm, and led him into the main building while quickly explaining: "The president is back, and I found an opportunity to talk to him about you and your family situation."
"Thank you, Uncle Zhang." Gu Baishun replied with a nod.
"Listen to me, no one can take care of you as well as you can take care of yourself." Zhang Ming whispered, "The assistants for Zhannan and Longkou haven't been decided yet, so you have a chance. It's very important for the president to meet you this time, so you have to perform well."
Gu Baishun was stunned when he heard this. He looked at Zhang Ming anxiously and asked, "How can I... How can I be an assistant? Uncle Zhang, I can't do this!"
"Who the hell is born to be a helper? This stuff needs practice and learning!" Zhang Ming walked forward quickly and continued in a low voice: "Even if you are not a helper, you can be a sitting hall or a head, which means you have power! With power, are you still afraid of someone messing with you?"
Gu Baishun swallowed his saliva: "Then... then what should I do?!"
"The president likes people with education and brains." Zhang Ming reminded again: "If he asks you about Longkou District later, you must take the initiative to talk to him about your ideas. You can say it's wrong, but don't stutter and say nothing. Didn't you study management? Talk about your professional views! But you must remember that if the president is interested in placing you in Longkou and letting you take charge, you must not agree to it right away. First, refuse by saying that you are not capable enough and need to learn more, and then don't worry about the rest."
"Oh, oh, okay." Gu Baishun replied nervously.
"Remember, you must try your best to fight for it. I can also help you." Zhang Ming stared at Gu Baishun's face and said seriously: "Your father is gone, you have to find a way to make yourself okay, so that no one dares to touch you."
"Understood, Uncle Zhang!"
"Um!"
After that, Zhang Ming brought Gu Baishun to the second floor and pushed open the door of the president's lounge with a smile on his face: "President, Baishun is here."
"Well, let him in." Jing Yan's response came from inside the room.
"Go, go!" Zhang Ming pushed Gu Baishun's back and said, "Remember what I told you."
"Uncle Zhang, I'm a little nervous."
"Go quickly!" Zhang Ming pushed him into the house and closed the door.
Gu Baishun stood at the spacious doorway, took a deep breath, and then stepped into the room. He saw Jing Yan sitting on the balcony by the window, fiddling with a tablet computer.
"Baishun, come and sit down." Jing Yan called out.
"Ah." Gu Baishun walked into the balcony, bent down and sat on the small sofa opposite Jing Yan: "President!"
“Don’t be so formal. Your father is a veteran of the association and has a very good relationship with my father. If we talk about seniority, although I am much older than you, you still have to call me brother.” Jing Yan looked up and replied.
Gu Baishun's forehead was covered with sweat, and he was so nervous that he didn't seem to know what to say.
Jing Yan looked at Gu Baishun, chuckled and asked, "Have you graduated?"
"Graduated." Gu Baishun nodded in reply.
"Is everything okay at home?" Jing Yan picked up the cigarette box.
Gu Baishun immediately picked up the lighter on the table and lit it in front of Jing Yan's cheek: "My dad is gone... My mom was a little upset and has been sick a few times recently, but they are all minor problems and nothing serious."
Jing Yan looked at Gu Baishun's slightly trembling hands, lowered his head to light a cigarette, and took a deep breath: "Baishun, I have something and I want to hear your opinion."
"You mean the president?"
"If I ask you to go to Zhanan as a helper, would you be willing?" Jing Yan asked very suddenly.
Gu Baishun looked at Jing Yan in a daze, his eyes very flustered, because Zhang Ming did not tell him how to answer this question before coming.
The lights in the room were bright, and Gu Baishun was sitting on the sofa. Every subtle expression and movement of his was caught by Jing Yan, and there was no secret psychological activity at all.
After a long silence, Gu Baishun replied, "President, I'm afraid I can't be the assistant leader of Zannan, and... I support Brother Wei to take over this job."
Jing Yan sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, took a deep puff of cigarette, squinted at Gu Baishun, and asked in a cold voice: "Are you hiding your incompetence from me?"
After he finished speaking, the two looked at each other, Jing Yan's eyes were sharp and full of aggressiveness.
"I... I don't know what you mean, President!" Gu Baishun replied without changing his expression: "I really think Brother Wei can be the assistant leader of Zhannan. He is loyal and kind. Most importantly, if he can get promoted, he can also take care of our family. I believe in him."
"He killed your father!"
"I don't believe it at all. It was all a trap set by Xu Hu." Gu Baishun replied nervously, "Xu Hu had contacted me before, and I also know that Cheng Gang was bribed. They did this just to let Xu Hu take the position legitimately."
"Haha." Jing Yan smiled when he heard the voice: "Oh, so you know the inside story."
"Yes." Gu Baishun looked at him and nodded.
Jing Yan looked at the young man in his early twenties in front of him and had two conclusions in his mind: either he was a coward who had no courage to avenge his father; or he was a smart and scheming person whose depth could not be seen.
With the judgment, Jing Yan also made a decision in his heart. He put down the tablet and talked softly with Gu Baishun.
…
Half an hour later, Gu Baishun left Jing Yan's lounge, but did not find Zhang Ming. Instead, he met his secretary.
"How did the talk with the president go?" asked the secretary.
"It's very good. Uncle Zhang's predictions are very accurate. He told me in advance a lot of the things the president asked about." Gu Baishun wiped the sweat from his face.
"Your Uncle Zhang is just thinking about you and feels sorry for you." The secretary chuckled and replied, "He really wants you to be the manager of Longkou."
"Yes, he told me."
"Haha, you will never go wrong if you get along well with your Uncle Zhang." The secretary patted Gu Baishun on the shoulder and said casually, "Oh, by the way, your Uncle Zhang liked the two vases you gave me last time! He asked me to ask you if you have any similar antiques at home? If so, he is willing to buy some for you. You are a young man, so you are not interested in these things, right?"
"Yes, there is more!" Gu Baishun nodded immediately, pulled the other party and said, "Come on, I'll take you to my house to pick it up."
"Okay, I'll go with you to take a look."
That night, the secretary went home with Gu Baishun. He stayed for an hour and a half, and one third of the treasures in Gu Tongshan's secret room had been taken away.
…
Yu family.
Yu Jinrong received an email on his computer about Su Tianyu's family background, but what he never expected was that Su Tianyu's file was clearly marked with a stain by the political department of District 1.
Nine words: Politically speaking, never hire!