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Wang Siyu left the room and saw Zhou Songlin walking towards him. He was followed by a middle-aged beauty, but Ms. Zhang from the TV station. She was wearing a light yellow dress, carrying a white bag in her hand, and her lips were slightly pursed, and she was smiling happily.

Zhou Songlin looked up and happened to see Wang Siyu. He stopped in surprise and said with a smile: "Xiaoyu, are you here to buy calligraphy and paintings too?"

Wang Siyu smiled slightly, bit the bullet and greeted him, and explained with a smile: "Mayor Zhou, this Chinese painting gallery was opened by my sister."

&ldqo;Oh?&rdqo;Zhou Songlin frowned and said in confusion:&ldqo;Are you and Ms. Liao relatives?&rdqo;

Wang Siyu nodded and said vaguely: "I am a distant relative, I haven't walked around a few years ago."

Zhou Songlin smiled slightly, although he was suspicious, he did not make any noise.

Ms. Zhang walked over, looked at Wang Siyu up and down a few times, suddenly smiled, and said softly: "I remember, you are Jing Qing's younger brother who is the county magistrate?"

Wang Siyu smiled and said: "Hello, Aunt Zhang, I heard from my sister mention you before."

Ms. Zhang smiled and said softly: "A few days ago, when I heard your sister say the gallery was about to open, I specially called Lao Zhou and asked him to come and support him."

Wang Siyu hurriedly smiled and said: "Aunt Zhang is intent."

Ms. Zhang turned around and said: "Lao Zhou, you can buy those two works first. I'll go and sit in Jingqing's office."

Zhou Songlin nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Okay, you go there first, I'll arrive later."

Wang Siyu brought the old man into the negotiation room, introduced Ye Xiaolei to him, and then made tea for Zhou Songlin himself, and said with a smile: "Old man, what two works are you interested in? I'll take them to give them to you."

Zhou Songlin smiled and waved his hand and said, "You are generous, then I'm not polite. Take the picture "Qinyuanchun" and give it to me."

Wang Siyu touched his nose and smiled, scratched his head and said: "Old man, I can't make the decision."

Ye Xiaolei pursed her lips and said half jokingly and half seriously: "Mayor Zhou, if that letter is given to you, our painting gallery will be closed."

Zhou Songlin smiled slightly, picked up the teacup and drank a sip of tea, and said with a smile: "Director Ye, don't worry, I have already comforted myself by being able to witness this original work of the leader with my own eyes."

Ye Xiaolei smiled and said, "Mayor Zhou, I used to hear Xiaoyu say your kindness. As long as it is not this one, you can choose whatever you want. I will take it to you."

Zhou Songlin smiled kindly and shook his head and said: "Director Ye, you don't have to be polite. They were just jokes, so don't take it seriously. That brat stole all my good wine, so he would naturally think of my goodness."

Wang Siyu smiled and pretended to be relaxed: "Old man, I just took a few bottles of Moutai for you, but I was scolded for three years. I think this is the case. When your family holds a wedding, I will have all the money for the banquet."

Zhou Songlin sighed, lit a cigarette, frowned and took a breath, spit out a cigarette ring, and said with a wry smile: "You go and tell Yuanyuan this, as long as she is willing to get married early, I will give you another box of good wine."

Wang Siyu didn't expect that the old man's worries aroused the old man's concern, and quickly changed the topic and said with a smile: "Auntie Ye, you may not know that Mayor Zhou's beautiful calligraphy is a well-known folk calligrapher in Qingzhou. Since he is here today, he must ask him to leave his calligraphy."

After hearing this, Ye Xiaolei hurriedly said, "Xiaoyu's suggestion is good. Mayor Zhou, please sit down first, I'll get the pen and paper."

Zhou Songlin smiled and waved his hand and said: "Director Ye, don't listen to him. I'm going to be an inscription here. That's not to show off my skills, so I'd better avoid it."

Wang Siyu smiled and said: "Old man, you don't have to be humble. You can frame the characters later and hang them next to the characters of the leader."

Zhou Songlin smiled, pointed at Wang Siyu with his finger, smiled helplessly, shook his head and said: "You are still that lazy, but it has not changed at all."

Ye Xiaolei took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and spread it on the table. Zhou Songlin pondered for a moment, and then wrote down the four words "The fragrance of the sea of ​​ink".

After putting away the characters, the three of them chatted in the room for a while, and Zhou Songlin bought two long-scroll works, namely "Pine Crane Resting Life" and "Tiger Roaring in the Deep Mountains".

After Ye Xiaolei brought the painting, Liao Jingqing and others also walked in. Everyone greeted each other for a while, and then Zhou Songlin stood up and said goodbye to Ms. Zhang.

Wang Siyu sent the two of them outside the door, helped Zhou Songlin put two paintings in the trunk of the car, and said with a smile: "Mayor Zhou, if it is convenient, I will go to the hotel to see you in the evening."

Zhou Songlin thought for a while and nodded, "Okay, I'm just about to discuss Yuanyuan's affairs with you. I'll invite Secretary Meng of the Provincial Party Committee to dinner tonight. You can come here together."

Wang Siyu hurriedly agreed and watched Zhou Songlin drive away before he turned around and returned to the upper floor.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, Wang Siyu drove to the hotel and entered the private room. Seeing Jiao Nanting was there, he walked over with a smile and said hello. The three of them sat in the private room and chatted. After more than ten minutes, Zhou Songlin answered the phone and said with a smile: "Secretary Meng is here, let's go down to welcome him."

The three of them went downstairs and stood and chatted at the entrance of the hotel. After a while, Meng Chao's car arrived. The three of them walked over quickly, shook hands with Meng Chao by the car, and then surrounded him and returned to the private room.

It was the first time Wang Siyu had a meal with this provincial party committee member. He was a little restrained at the dinner table, just listening with a smile and refused to interrupt easily.

Meng Chao paid great attention to the young man in front of him and asked him a few questions with great interest. After listening to Wang Siyu's reply, he nodded with satisfaction, turned his head, and smiled at Zhou Songlin and said: "Old Zhou, the cadres you brought out are very good. County Magistrate Wang did a great job in Xishan County, and Nanting kept praising him behind his back."

Zhou Songlin smiled slightly and nodded and said: "Secretary Meng, when I was working in the commission office, I saw that he was a piece of material, so I put it on the grassroots level for a while. Now it seems that he is still quite successful and has not disappointed me at all."

Meng Chao touched his hair and said meaningfully: "Old Zhou, as a senior cadre, you must have the ability to know people. Zhang Yang is a negative example, and the lesson is profound."

Zhou Songlin nodded in agreement and said softly: "Secretary Meng is right. Zhang Yang messed up the Qingzhou team and put all work in a passive position. We spent a lot of effort and finally reversed the situation."

Meng Chao smiled faintly, picked up the dish, put down the chopsticks, and said softly: "I once said at the secretary's meeting that Zhang Yang was domineering in his style and prone to problems, but some people just refused to listen. As a result, something happened, which made the province dirty."

Zhou Songlin was shocked and did not respond. After a while, he picked up the wine glass and said thoughtfully: "Secretary Meng is right. When it comes to employed people, you must be extra cautious. Talent and morality are indispensable. Of course, if you want to fundamentally solve the problem, you must also strengthen intra-party supervision. Once power loses its constraints, the team and individuals are prone to problems."

Meng Chao nodded, picked up the wine glass, took a sip, turned to look at Wang Siyu, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "County Magistrate Wang, what would you do if Comrade Jiao Nanting of Xishan County made a mistake?"

Wang Siyu smiled slightly and said without hesitation: "Put your sleeves and ring the alarm bell. If it really doesn't work, I'll give you a report."

Meng Chao couldn't help but smile. He put down his cup and said slowly: "You two cooperate well. In a few days, I will go to Xishan County to give you a chance to report."

Jiao Nanting smiled and said softly: "Secretary Meng, I'll also make a small report. There is a highway in Xishan County to be repaired. The report has been logged, but it was stuck in the Provincial Department of Transportation. I called Director Ma, and he wanted to study it again."

Meng Chao frowned slightly and said softly: "I know, I'll send the materials here another day."

Jiao Nanting showed joy on his face, hurriedly picked up the cup and suggested that everyone have a drink. After dinner, several people sat on the sofa and chatted. Zhou Songlin took out a picture of "Tiger Roaring in the Deep Mountains". After unfolding it, he smiled and said: "Secretary Meng, this painting was selected by me in a Chinese painting academy in the afternoon. What do you think?"

Meng Chao looked at the Chinese painting carefully and nodded and said: "Old Zhou is good and has great eyesight. This painting is good. The most important thing about painting a tiger is to have a magical spirit. This painter is quite skilled and portrays the power and spirit of the tiger, especially his eyes, which are very vivid."

Jiao Nanting looked beside him and said with a smile: "Mayor Zhou, I heard that a new Chinese painting academy has been opened in Yuzhou, which also contains the original works of the leader. I don't know whether the painting "Qinyuanchun" is true or false, but it is a fake, right?"

Zhou Songlin put the scroll aside, smiled and said, "It's indeed the original work. I saw it with my own eyes, so I definitely can't make a mistake."

Meng Chao picked up the cup and drank a sip of tea. He turned to look at Wang Siyu, then closed his eyes and whispered: "I have heard of that work. It is the heirloom of the Yu family in the capital. It has never been secretive. Now it appears in Yuzhou. It is really strange."

Zhou Songlin smiled slightly, pointed his finger at Wang Siyu, and said softly: "I'm going to ask County Magistrate Wang, the director of the Chinese Academy of Painting is his sister."

Wang Siyu hurriedly covered up and said: "I heard that it was purchased at a high price. As for the details, my sister didn't tell me, and I didn't know much about it."

Meng Chao smiled faintly, opened his eyes and looked at Wang Siyu, and pondered: "County Magistrate Wang, after a while, the province will organize a group of cadres to go abroad for training. You are also on the list, so you must prepare in advance."

After hearing this, Wang Siyu was happy and hurriedly bowed. He asked with a smile: "Secretary Meng, when will he leave?"

Meng Chao showed a hint of tiredness on his face, yawned, and waved his hand: "It was probably October, I went to Nanyang Technological University in Singapore and I would stay abroad for a year."

When he heard that he was going to Singapore, Wang Siyu couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. The place he yearned for was Europe and the United States, especially Italy, where supermodels gathered. This is the place he yearned for. He really couldn't be interested in Southeast Asian countries.

But at this time, he could only smile and say: "That's great. Go out and have a walk and learn from the advanced experience of developing the economy abroad. It will be very helpful for future work."

Meng Chao nodded, lit another cigarette, took a few sips, raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and smiled and said: "Lao Zhou, it's getting late, so let's do it first."

Everyone got up and left the private room and walked downstairs. Meng Chao and Zhou Songlin walked in front and talked softly.

Wang Siyu stopped, grabbed Jiao Nanting, and asked quietly: "Secretary Jiao, is the candidate for the Jingnan Municipal Party Committee Secretary?"

Jiao Nanting smiled slightly and said softly: "It has not been finalized yet. I heard that it is very controversial, but Mayor Zhou should have a good chance."

Wang Siyu sighed, looked at Zhou Songlin's back, and whispered: "That's best, Mayor Zhou is a rare good leader. I really hope he can go further."

Jiao Nanting nodded and smiled and said, "In fact, it may not necessarily have to go to Jingzhou. Mayor Li from our Yuzhou is about to retreat. If he can come to Yuzhou, it is actually a good choice. As a provincial capital, it may be more beneficial to develop here."

Wang Siyu looked at him in confusion and said softly: "Is there any news?"

Jiao Nanting smiled implicitly, waved his hand, pointed at Meng Chao in front of him, and lowered his voice: "I just heard Secretary Meng mention it this way. I don't know much about the detailed situation."

Wang Siyu smiled and said nothing, thinking to himself that it would be a good thing if the old man could be transferred to Yuzhou.

After leaving the hotel, Meng Chao got into the car, poked his head out of the car window, and smiled and said: "Lao Zhou, if you have the chance in the future, remember to take the little tiger to your house to sit."

Zhou Songlin opened the car door at the back, put the painting in, nodded and said: "Okay, Secretary Meng, I will visit you another day. Secretary Meng is good at writing, and he will still ask Zhang Mobao at that time."

Meng Chao smiled and waved his hand quickly and said: "Old Zhou is joking, but he dare not show off his skills."

Zhou Songlin nodded and said with a smile: "Secretary Meng, the deposit has been paid, I have to settle Mobao."
Chapter completed!