Tang Wanru sat on the wide and comfortable sofa, put one leg on the coffee-colored coffee table, swaying gently, and the tips of her slender high heels shook from time to time, making her look particularly leisurely and contented.

Yinhu Group has five assistants to the president, but only Tang Wanru can be so leisurely. This is not only because she has an uncle who is the deputy secretary of the district party committee. More importantly, Yinhu Group is going to cooperate with foreign companies to launch a lithium battery project recently, and Tang Wanru plays an extremely important role in it.

Smith, director of the Asia-Pacific Affairs Department of Thunder Company, admires Tang Wanru very much. Especially after learning that she only studied in the United States for two years, the other party was even more surprised that she could speak authentic Texas accent. Occasionally, a few Texas slang words that popped up from her mouth often made the Smiths laugh and laughed so hard that they were overjoyed.

After sending the text message, Tang Wanru let out her breath and threw her phone on the coffee table. The war book had been released, and now she was reading it, whether the other party dared to respond.

"Dadadada..." The knock on the door suddenly sounded, Tang Wanru turned her head, glanced at the door, frowned impatiently, and raised her voice and said, "Enter!"

Li Tingting, secretary of the President's Office, pushed the door and walked in, nodded and smiled: "Assistant Tang, the president asks you if you have time today, in the afternoon..."

Before she finished speaking, Tang Wanru waved her hand gently and interrupted her speech, "Please reply to the CEO, I have been very busy these days."

Li Tingting was stunned for a moment, and glanced at the coffee table quickly. Tang Wanru was wearing an EmilioPucci metal pointed suede high heel today. The dark blue upper has elegant and smooth lines. The heel and toes are wrapped in silver-white metal, like a sharp dagger, which makes people feel a little scared when they see it. This shoe has a famous advertising slogan, which is "Fengxing Tianxia".

Tang Wanru didn't pay attention to Li Tingting standing at the door. Her attention was all focused on the silver-white mobile phone on the coffee table. At this time, a violent vibration came from her body. Tang Wanru hurriedly bowed and touched the phone, took it to her chest, lowered her head and flipped out the newly arrived text message, which read: "If you are a virgin, I will go!"

Before Li Tingting finished her words, she was interrupted by the other party in the middle. At this time, she saw the other party frowning and looking at her phone, and she couldn't help feeling unhappy, but she didn't dare to provoke this fierce assistant to the president, so she had to frown and whisper: "Okay, Assistant Tang, I understand."

She turned around and walked out of the office, closed the door gently, and walked a long way before Li Tingting turned around and spat, muttering softly: "What's so great about it."

Although she said that, Li Tingting knew very well that this presidential assistant who was somewhat alternative in dressing and acting style was indeed amazing. Although she had just arrived at the group company, everyone valued her very much. Even Mr. Qi looked at her differently and rarely disobeyed her wishes. With Tang Wanru's current status, she was indeed qualified to show off in front of her.

Tang Wanru looked at the text message and frowned slightly, sneered and raised her hand to type out a line of words, and sent it out with the button.

"Dudu..."

Wang Siyu pressed the OK button in a flash and saw that the text message read: "I am not a virgin, you are not a man, is that right?"

Although he knew that the other party was irritating him, Wang Siyu couldn't help but curse. When the driver heard it, he was stunned. He raised his eyes and glanced in the backward mirror. He found that Wang Siyu was lowering his head and pressing the phone. Then he breathed a light breath, raised his hand and pressed the car horn a few times. The double-row car full of furniture leaned against the side. The driver turned the steering wheel and gently tapped the accelerator. The car quickly got out of the middle of the two cars.

"See you at half past eight."

After Wang Siyu finished sending the message, he regretted it and quickly sent another one: "Whoever invites you will pay for it."

After reading the text message, Tang Wanru couldn't help but feel amused and laughed. She raised her hand and brushed her hair on her forehead, shook her head and sighed: "A stingy man."

Of course, Wang Siyu would not hear Tang Wanru's complaints. At this time, he was looking at the "Naughter Fur Mall" ahead of him, pinching his chin to calculate. The money in his nearest bank card should be almost 20,000 yuan. The 20,000 yuan he had allocated from Chen Botao was enough to buy Zhang Qianying a decent mink coat, but next, he probably would have to live another hard life...

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the inpatient department of Yuzhou Central Hospital. The vice principal's wife had been waiting at the door for a long time. Wang Siyu and she stood at the gate and chatted for a while, and then followed her to the ward. The vice principal's body was still very weak. But when he heard that someone from the province came to see him, he struggled to sit up, but was persuaded by Wang Siyu, "Principal Yang, your health is important, don't be polite."

"How is that good? You are the leader of the province, so it's not easy to neglect." Vice Principal Yang held Wang Siyu's hand, his face filled with an excited smile, and he whispered: "Is what I said on the phone just now true? The Provincial Party Secretary really knows about me?"

Wang Siyu nodded with a smile, then sat on the chair, opened the bag, found the document with Wen Siyuan's instructions, and handed it to Vice Principal Yang. Vice Principal Yang took out reading glasses from the bedside table, put it on, and looked at the document again and again, nodding and sighing: "It's really the instructions of Secretary Wen, Yan Jin and Liu Gu, this word is written very well, it's so good..."

At this time, Vice Principal Yang's wife came over and poured water for Wang Siyu with a white porcelain jar. After handing it over, she complained: "The provincial leaders are so busy. Are you still talking about what you useless? Tell me everything out of the matter quickly."

Wang Siyu smiled and took a sip of water, then took out his notebook, and heard Vice Principal Yang tell the story of the matter again, which was no different from what the materials said. Wang Siyu couldn't help but frown slightly, stopped writing, and reminded softly: "Principal Yang, think about it carefully, are there any missing places?"

Vice Principal Yang said in a daze: "Can't these prove that I am innocent?"

Wang Siyu frowned and said, "It's OK, but I always feel that you haven't told me anything."

After hearing this, Vice Principal Yang's eyes flashed. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard his wife coughing softly beside him, and quickly twitched. He moved his nose twice and said in a vague tone: "It's gone, it's really gone."

Wang Siyu turned his head and nodded at Vice Principal Yang's wife. Then he also coughed softly, then looked at her with a smile, without saying a word.

Vice Principal Yang's wife naturally knew what Wang Siyu meant and said with a blushing face: "Director Wang, we just want to live a peaceful life. Forget it, as long as we can restore our work for Lao Yang, we won't mention those things."

Wang Siyu shook his head and said, "It is rare for the provincial party secretary to pay attention to this matter. Why don't you take the opportunity to tell all the questions? There will be no such opportunity in the future."

Vice Principal Yang's wife did not dare to look at Wang Siyu's eyes and lowered her head and said, "We don't ask for anything else. We can restore our work and reimburse our medicine."

Wang Siyu turned his head, patted Principal Yang's big hand, and whispered: "Old Yang, you have to have your own opinions. I think you are not afraid of trouble. You are not afraid of death, are you still afraid of telling the truth?"

Vice Principal Yang narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, finally made up his mind and nodded, "To be honest, this is they taking the opportunity to retaliate!"

His lover couldn't stay there anymore, so he hurried over and whispered: "Old man, don't talk nonsense anymore, you still think there are not enough things!"

Vice Principal Yang ignored her dissuasion and told the matter all the things. Wang Siyu quickly recorded it in his notebook, which was similar to what he imagined. There was indeed a hidden secret in the case.

It turned out that the principal of this primary school was named Pi. He was a direct relative of a leader of the Education Bureau. He owed a lot of money during his tenure as principal. Vice Principal Yang once wrote a letter of complaint, writing out some of the things he and the school trade union chairman. However, the letter of complaint was later beaten back to the Education Bureau, and the Education Bureau called the letter back to the school. Principal Pi knew that Lao Yang did it when he saw the font. Since then, under Principal Pi’s deliberate stunt, Vice Principal Yang has become sad when he was in school.

Before the petition incident, something happened, which made the conflict between Principal Pi and Vice Principal Yang reach its peak. It was a Friday afternoon, and it was almost time to get off work. Vice Principal Yang came out of the bathroom and planned to go back to the office to pack up his things and go home. When passing by Principal Pi's office, he suddenly heard a vague crying woman inside. He felt something was wrong, so he smashed the door open. As a result, a young teacher from the music group ran out of the inside in disorganized clothes. Principal Pi got angry on the spot and pointed at Vice Principal Yang's nose and said, "My surname is Yang, wait, I must kill you, let's see!"

After hearing this, Wang Siyu cursed indignation, then turned to Vice Principal Yang's wife and said, "Auntie, I have a few words to talk to Vice Principal Yang alone. Please avoid it first, okay?"

Seeing that he had a serious expression, Vice Principal Yang's wife knew that there was something important, so she hurriedly raised her hand to look at her watch and nodded, "I'll go to the cafeteria to get food. I'll have to wait in line for a long time, so you can talk slowly."

After saying that, she walked out of the room with her lunch box.

Seeing her opening the door, Wang Siyu turned her head, took a pen and clicked on the notebook, and said solemnly: "Old Yang, the problem you responded to is very important, but many details are not explained in detail. If you redescribe what happened just now, start by hearing the woman's crying. The more detailed the better, such as what the crying sounds like, what is the situation in the room when you smash the door, and how the music teacher's clothes are incomplete. Only by clarifying the details can we investigate the principal Pi..."

Vice Principal Yang scratched his head and recalled carefully with his eyes closed. Wang Siyu pinched his chin and listened to it in a daze...

It was almost noon, and Wang Siyu came out of Vice Principal Yang's ward. This time he gained a lot. Not only did he learn a lot of "details", but he also had unexpected gains. Principal Pi actually called, saying that as long as Lao Yang kept the secret, he would not blame the past for his past affairs and promised a lot of benefits. Lao Yang hurriedly nodded and agreed. Principal Pi hung up the phone happily. If he knew that all the speeches just entered Wang Siyu's ears, he would probably not have laughed so happily.

After going downstairs, Wang Siyu walked out of the hospital with a smile. Just as he was about to walk out of the gate, he suddenly turned around and looked at an old man in a wheelchair in the yard. The old man seemed to have suffered a stroke, his mouth and eyes were crooked, and his hands and feet were twitching. Wang Siyu stared at the man in a daze. Isn’t he the former member of the Standing Committee of the Qingzhou Municipal Party Committee and the deputy secretary of the Municipal Party Committee Liu Xiangyun?

In just half a year, Liu Xiangyun seemed to have changed. He was no longer the majestic and iron-clad style of the past. Not only did he have gray hair and more wrinkles on his face, but he also suffered from this fatal disease. It seemed that life was difficult to take care of himself. Wang Siyu couldn't help but feel sank. He knew that the current situation of Deputy Secretary Liu might also be related to Liu Dayuan's imprisonment.

At this time, a thin old lady walked out of the cafeteria with her lunch box, raised the lunch box in her hand slightly, and shouted at Liu Xiangyun in the wheelchair: "Old man, there is braised pork."

Liu Xiangyun trembled and smiled, a string of clear saliva flowed out of her mouth. Wang Siyu's legs were as if they were nailed to the ground by nails. He couldn't take a step for a while. It was not until the old lady came over in a wheelchair that Wang Siyu lowered her head, walked out of the gate of the inpatient department, stood in front of the fruit stall outside, took out a hundred yuan from her pocket, bought three boxes of fruit, took the vendor's hand to the gate, pointed at Liu Xiangyun and his wife, and gave a few instructions. After hearing this, the vendor nodded repeatedly, happily carried the fruit box and ran in.
Chapter completed!