In the early morning of the next day, Lao Dao appeared in Beihai.

Half an hour later, Zhang Shidong appeared in Ai's room.

She was sitting in front of the dressing table and was shocked when she saw the window moving. She immediately thought that there was no need to be afraid. If she encountered any danger, he would definitely protect me.

"Beautiful girl, I'm hungry. I didn't eat dumplings yesterday. Did you fill your stomach with dumplings?"

Ai Ai said, "Yes, there are still some cooked ones, I'll cook them for you."

Zhang Shidong looked at the dirty floor mat he stepped on, and could only look at her apologetically, breathed a sigh of relief, followed Ai Ai into the kitchen downstairs in a relaxed mood.

Although the energy spent on tracking was far from getting tired. After catching the Thunder King, he was exhausted during the waiting time. Another earthquake was about to happen. He passed his opinion through Su Xixi. He knew that people were slight, but he hoped to play a little role. Continuous big moves are really not suitable for big moves. Such a super big move is enough. The whole world was shocked by the strength. No matter how big the trouble was this time, it would be no longer as shocking as the one he won last year. There is no need to establish his authority. Can it be handled in a low-key manner?

Zhang Shidong also knew that his political wisdom was not enough, nor did he have the foresight that those real big men had. He just changed what the Thunder King could say, classified this matter as a personal grudge, into the family grudge of the Ai family, and summarized an action report and handed it over. As for how the above report easily saw through the real and falsehood, he didn't know. Perhaps what the above needs was such a fake report.

When Lao Dao left, he said nothing, but just expressed the respect of a veteran, stood at attention very seriously, and saluted Zhang Shidong for ten seconds.

Lao Dao understands Zhang Shidong. No one will know what those people living in the dark have done for this country. There is no chance to be on the stage, no chance to become an idol of the whole nation, no chance to return to their hometown to show off without success, and even, many times, they cannot become the pride of their parents. There are very few who can let their parents know about their relatives like Zhang Shidong. Those who write about other people's children's success and fame, and even in the voices of others' show-offs, even if they drink too much, they still dare not claim that my son is more worthy of my pride. They can only clench their fists silently.

How should the country and the country choose? Men who are passionate about their blood. When they return to their hometown, apart from the knees that kneel down on the sky and the ground, I really don’t know how to express their apology to their parents. Those military medals handed to their parents can only be kept under the box, and they can only enjoy them silently in private. They can never hold up their military medals in front of others and shout, “My son is a real hero and our pride.”

Except for a very small number of people, no one will know who the hero was buried before the outbreak. Even the documentary records will not leave Zhang Shidong's name. He is a person who has no glorious resume except for a few people who can prove his contribution.

Ai Yuejin, who had just answered the emergency secret phone call while getting up, got up and was about to turn into the study. He was holding the phone and answering the sound on the other end of the phone. As soon as he left the room door, he saw one foot standing on a chair in the restaurant diagonally opposite. He was holding a porcelain basin, his shoes were taken off, the wet and dry marks on the socks were still there, and the edges of the trouser legs were scratched by glass. He grabbed the basin with one hand and the other hand, holding the cold dumplings left yesterday, stuffing one after another into his mouth, chewing them in big mouths. The dumplings were cold, and Ai Ai was about to cook new ones. He couldn't wait here, and he said that the cold dumplings were more delicious, so he brought the basin over.

Such a picture deeply touched Ai Yuejin's heart. After walking in the career for many years, few things can touch his heart. A real hero, not crying for fame and fortune, a real hero, a bowl of dumplings and a glass of wine. A simple picture made Ai Yuejin stunned and forget to talk to the person on the other end of the phone.

"Oh, he's here with me. Well, well, okay."

Ai Yuejin hung up the phone, sat at the dining table, looking at the face that made people feel frivolous and untrustworthy, his eyes were slightly wet: "Drink some wine? It doesn't taste good if you have dumplings or no wine."

Ai Ai looked at his father in surprise. His father was not good at drinking, and he only tried some social engagements. From childhood to adulthood, he rarely saw his father take the initiative to drink, let alone a day early in the morning to take the initiative to invite someone to drink. Such a thing could not have happened to his father, but it happened today.

Zhang Shidong chewed the dumplings, waved his hand, swallowed them for a few seconds and said, "Forget it, just eat some dumplings."

Ai Yuejin nodded, looked at his daughter's clumsy appearance, walked up to the refrigerator and took out the frozen dumplings that had not been cooked last night, turned on the natural gas, boiled water, and cooked the dumplings for Zhang Shidong with his own hands.

Ai Ai, who was completely confused, sat next to Zhang Shidong and pointed to his father secretly, meaning that what happened to the old man?

Zhang Shidong smiled. He could let the provincial party secretary go to the kitchen to make dumplings for him. How many people could have this honor? He took the beer handed over by Ai Ai and drank half a can of it, wiped off the beer from the corner of his mouth and said, "The guest came to the door. My daughter is a kitchen idiot. As a father, Secretary Ai couldn't look at her daughter's face and throw it on the ground."

"Damn it, annoying guy, I'll park the car outside for you. I'll put on makeup and take me to work later." With the special nature of work, it's the peak of Ai's work achievements when others rest.

As a proud daughter from a political family, Ai Ai knew very well what she should know and what she should not know, and gave the conversation venue to Zhang Shidong and her father.

With garlic paste, side dishes, a plate of beef braised with sauce, Ai Yuejin took a bottle of Wuliangye: "The girl let the bottle of wine go away. Make do with it, drink this."

Ai Yuejin poured Zhang Shidong a cup of more than two taels, and he also poured one or two taels of wine at home, and raised it: "I can't drink, that's all I mean, I'll give you a cup."

Zhang Shidong calmed down the relaxed expression on his face, put down the basin, raised his cup solemnly, and gently touched Ai Yuejin: "Thank you Secretary Ai."

After drinking it all, Ai Yuejin's face turned red, and he tried hard to suppress the impact of alcohol, and brought the cooked dumplings, soy sauce, vinegar, chili oil on it: "Thank you for your hard work."

Zhang Shidong nodded, picked up the hot dumplings, took a bite, and the heat swelled up his mouth, which was very fragrant.

Ai Yuejin, who walked to the study, suddenly turned around: "I agree with you for other things. I will step on a few boats, be careful that I will beat you."

Zhang Shidong had just chewed the garlic in his mouth and sprayed it out. He grabbed the bottle and got another glass. He ate the dumplings and drank the wine, satisfying his stomach's huge demand for food.

Ai Yuejin's secretary and driver both looked at the boss in surprise. The boss was drinking at home early in the morning? Such things never happened when the two followed Ai Yuejin's work. It was not until Zhang Shidong's Wrangler strongly surpassed that they understood something thoughtfully and imprinted the image of the seemingly frivolous man in their hearts.

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The fire in Pingjiang finally started to burn. It burned violently at a straight-line speed at a speed of lightning speed, and directly hit Deng Jiutian, which surprised all the people in the Beihai. Some were burned, and some were secretly glad that in just one day, the official results were officially announced. A provincial deputy department level, two department level in Pingjiang City, and a lot of cadres in the township where the factory was located were punished. Many people secretly thanked that the rescue was timely, otherwise higher officials would come out to take responsibility. Sometimes this was not because of direct responsibility, but because of your location.

Deng Jiutian's company was seized.

On the same day, the superior document was issued. In view of the physical reasons of Executive Vice Governor Deng Peimin, respecting his personal requirements, he temporarily resigned and went to the hospital for rest, and his organizational relationship was transferred to the CPPCC.

For those in Beihai Province who are not up and down and care about the changes in the political arena, Deng Peimin's sudden fall makes them unable to touch their minds, but they just feel that they have a close relationship with Deng Jiutian.

For those who are sufficiently at the core level in Beihai Province, the resignation of Governor Deng is far less fierce than the central government's series of heavy punches. Several senior officials who are in important positions but are not well known to the outside world were transferred from their posts one after another within a few days. Under these series of big moves, the complete fall of a family in Yanjing. All members of the family's career were transferred from their current jobs to their idle jobs. Then some relevant departments intervened in the investigation, and all the discipline inspection departments intervened strongly in the enterprise. The entire family collapsed in just a few days. After careful reading, those who are interested found that those transferred high-ranking officials were more or less closely related to the family.

Later, on this territory of China, the family became completely history. The surviving old lady took the initiative to move out of her residence representing her status and the news became less and less until no one paid attention to it.

All of this has nothing to do with Zhang Shidong. He is concerned about the Pingjiang Municipal Party Committee, Political and Legal Affairs Committee, and Municipal Bureau jointly issued a notice on commendation of Zhang Jun, director of the Public Security Bureau of Pingjiang Central District, commendation of Comrade Zhang Jun as a party member in the struggle against the protection umbrella of evil forces, loyally fulfilling the duties of a public security bureau chief. While suffering great grievances, he still insists on his belief and trust in the organization. After the commendation notice, it was an appointment letter, which was promoted to the deputy secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Committee, executive deputy director of the Municipal Bureau and director of the Central District Bureau.
Chapter completed!