Just when Luo Zhiyuan said that his father was named "Luo Polu" and the young intellectuals were sent to the capital, the girl Xie Wanting's originally quiet and gentle eyes suddenly had fierce waves.

After a while, she slowly sat up, looked at Luo Zhiyuan, who was resting with a hint of anxiety floating on his eyebrows and eyes, and wanted to speak but stopped.

Her grandfather, Mr. Xie, waved his hand to her and signaled her to continue lying down to rest.

Mr. Xie sat quietly, with a straight sitting posture, straight upper body, just like a soldier's motionless style. The corner of his eyes flashed across Luo Zhiyuan's body, and suddenly smiled and said, "Xiao Luo, is this trip to the capital on a business or a trip?"

"Mr. Xie, I'll go to the capital to ask someone to do something." Luo Zhiyuan replied simply and kept silent. It was obviously inappropriate to talk to him in a simple and profound manner.

"Haha, do things, can you tell me the old man? Maybe I can help you." As soon as Mr. Xie said, Xie Wanting, who had been silent all the time, suddenly said softly: "Yes, let me tell you, maybe my grandfather can help you."

When Mr. Xie glared at him, Xie Wanting's pretty face flushed and she immediately closed her mouth.

Luo Zhiyuan smiled sadly, shook his head, and said nothing.

His own affairs involve personal affairs, how could he open his heart to the stranger he met on the train?

Seeing that he refused to say it, Mr. Xie was naturally embarrassed to ask again.

...

The train was a little late. It was stranded at a station for more than an hour in the middle, and the passengers on the train complained. Originally, they could arrive in the capital at 10 o'clock in the evening, but it was basically the early morning of the next day.

Luo Zhiyuan and Xie Zusun got off the car together, and a black red flag car came to pick it up at the exit.

"Mr. Xie, goodbye." Luo Zhiyuan smiled at Mr. Xie with his bag on his back, glanced at Xie Wanting, who was still pale, and said softly: "Miss Wanting's illness is actually not important. If you can trust me, just follow the prescription I prescribe to take a few medicines to recuperate. If - you can also go to the hospital for a check-up. Goodbye!"

"Xiao Luo, it's so late, why don't you go to my house to stay for one night? Wanting's illness also needs to be observed. You, the attending doctor, cannot give up halfway, you must be responsible for it." Mr. Xie smiled loudly and pointed to the car in front, "Let's go!"

"I won't bother you anymore, thank you." Luo Zhiyuan ignored Xie Wanting's slightly anticipated look and politely declined.

Mr. Xie raised his eyebrows, took out a card with the phone number and home address of the Xie family from his pocket, and handed it to Luo Zhiyuan, "Xiao Luo, this is my address and phone number. If you finish the work, please come to my house to help me see the disease. I have an old problem of back pain and neurasthenia. I don't know how much medicine I took will not work. I'm sorry, the little genius doctor, is worrying."

"Okay, Mr. Xie." Luo Zhiyuan said oh, took it and stuffed it into his pocket, smiled and nodded to Mr. Xie again, then turned around and strode away, and in an instant he got into the bustling crowds of people leaving the station and disappeared.

Xie Wanting sighed quietly and followed Mr. Xie onto the train that he came to pick up the station.

...

Luo Zhiyuan found a state-owned hotel near the train station and stayed in. He had something tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

Although he came to the capital, under the banner of asking for help from the Luo family, he was not sure how to do it. However, there was no experience in this kind of thing, and his mother Mu Qing could not point him out any "clear road". She could only rely on him to adapt to the situation after arriving in the capital and find a way.

That's all.

For the Luo family, both Luo Zhiyuan and Mu Qing were blank. Some fragmented information about the Luo family were just the general situation told by his father Luo Polu to Mu Qing. Luo Polu was extremely disappointed with the Luo family and vowed not to have any interaction with the Luo family. In the past 20 years, he has gradually stopped treating himself as the Luo family.

Before coming, Mu Qing only provided Luo Zhiyuan with the name of Luo Jingyu, the eldest son of Luo, and his work unit was the State Administration for Industry and Commerce. Mu Qing didn't know what his specific position was. Fortunately, Luo Zhiyuan was a journalist in his previous life and moved into the official career. He had a clear impression of a group of heavyweight central-central officials in the future. He remembered that Luo Jingyu later went to a southern province from the capital to serve as the vice governor, governor, and secretary of the provincial party committee, with outstanding power.

By age, Luo Jingyu should be a department-level cadre of the State Administration for Industry and Commerce at this time, and he is also the highest position among the second generation of the Luo family and is also the pillar supporting the portal.

Luo Zhiyuan himself could not meet Mr. Luo, the only thing he could think of was Luo Jingyu.

But how to meet Luo Jingyu, a department-level cadre like the state ministries and commissions, is also a big problem for Luo Zhiyuan. After thinking about it over and over again, Luo Zhiyuan decided to "go straight in" and go straight to Luo Jingyu's unit to seek experience. There is nothing to hide. He came to the capital to ask for help, so he put aside the so-called "noble" - of course, if the Luo family was ruthless, Luo Zhiyuan would not have been able to touch the cold butt with a hot face.

Living people cannot let their urine die. This is just a way out to save their father, not all. It is good to be successful, but it will not affect Luo Zhiyuan's determination and confidence to reverse his destiny.

The next morning, Luo Zhiyuan left the hotel, ate two fried dough sticks at a nearby snack stall, and drank a bowl of soy sauce that was unique to the capital. After that, he asked the passers-by for the path and took a taxi to the State Administration for Industry and Commerce.

At the door of the office, the bright and bright sunlight casts down on Luo Zhiyuan's body, and the south wind blows warmly, making people feel warm all over. He stood across the road and stared at the simple and solemn office building in front of him. The red flags flying high in front of the building were roaring in the wind. He calmed down and strode over.

The guard stopped him, and at the same time, the people on duty in the security department also came out.

"Please show your ID and a letter of introduction to the unit." The guard stretched out his hand with a serious expression.

In this year, you must have documents and letters of introduction to the state organs. This top yamen is not something that ordinary people can enter casually.

Luo Zhiyuan smiled, calmly took out his reporter's certificate and handed it over, "Comrade, my surname is Luo, I am from Anbei City, Northern Province, come to find Luo Jingyu."

Luo Zhiyuan didn't know Luo Jingyu's position at this moment, so he had to vaguely name it. If he had not deliberately emphasized that he had "name Luo", the guards would definitely expel him. When he heard that his surname was Luo and he was looking for Luo Jingyu, he had to let the guards have a subconscious association. The Luo family is a high gate in the capital, and the word "Luo" is a pass in a sense.

The guard really took it seriously and looked at Luo Zhiyuan seriously. Seeing that although he was dressed simply, he was very arrogant. He was afraid that he was also from the Luo family, so he did not dare to neglect it. He quickly exchanged glances with the people from the security department and walked into the guard room to call Luo Jingyu.
Chapter completed!