After putting down the phone, Hou Weidong continued to drink the special wine sent by Zhang Jun. Although the wine did not have a sign, it was indeed a good wine. However, judging from the taste, it was not a special wine from Moutai Distillery. People across the country are drinking Moutai. The authentic Moutai Distillery has limited production. As Zhang Jun, he could not get Moutai special wine. Moreover, whether there is a special wine is a problem.

After dinner, Hou Weidong said to Zhou Yongtai: "I have something to do in the afternoon and won't come."

Zhou Yongtai was still smiling. He habitually held the glasses bracket with his hands and said, "Director Hou, you are tired enough in the new management committee, and you should also relax. The Science and Technology Commission does not have any urgent matters in normal times, so you can rest with confidence. I will do the small matters at the unit and call you if there are any major matters." He added humorously: "The Science and Technology Commission has not had any major events in several years."

Office director Xiaoning said proactively: "I'll call a taxi."

Hou Weidong drank a lot of alcohol and didn't want to drive the car anymore, so he followed Director Xiaoning out of the restaurant. A taxi was parked beside Xiaoning. He took out ten dollars from his bag and quickly handed it to the taxi driver. Then he told Hou Weidong: "Director Hou, you have a good rest." After Hou Weidong got in the car, he handed over a thin card with both hands and said: "This is the address book of the Science and Technology Commission."

After the taxi started, Hou Weidong took a small plastic sheet and looked at it. None of the six members of the Science and Technology Commission had mobile phones, and all of them had pagers. He thought to himself: "In the future, you only need to read the address book to know which units are good and which units are bad." At first, he found it funny, but gradually he felt a little sad.

After entering the campus of Shazhou College. Thinking of Xiaojia who had returned from Shanghai, his sadness slowly faded away. He had just walked to Xiaoqiyuan next to the avenue. He saw Mrs. Guo accompanying Professor Guo to exercise in it. Patients with brain blockage need to exercise their damaged limbs, otherwise their muscle function will be lost. So as long as they are staring, Mrs. Guo will accompany Professor Guo for a walk on campus.

When Master Guo saw Hou Weidong, he said affectionately: "Xiaojia is very diligent and has just returned from Shanghai. She washes blankets and sheets for you at home. You hurry to go to Luyuan to buy some vegetables and fruits and bring some delicious food back." Professor Guo said on the side: "This child is sensible, we have only met her once, and she can actually think of bringing us gifts." This serious illness made Professor Guo, who has always been energetic, really old. The old face spots on his face suddenly increased.

Xiaojia’s gift was very thin, just candy made in Shanghai. However, the gift was light and the affection was heavy, so Professor Guo and his wife were very happy.

After Hou Weidong left, Master Guo's wife kept looking at Hou Weidong's back, and she was very slandered. She said to her husband: "Xiao Hou is also a good child, and she has a successful career and a good person. Why is our Lanlan not lucky?"

Thinking of this, she said to her husband anxiously: "Lanlan is back, you have to persuade her. Don't always think about the past. Such a ruthless and unrighteous man is not worthy of her so sad. Old man, this is a big deal, don't be careless. She can listen to what you say, you must take time to call her."

Professor Guo said: "Lanlan is my daughter. I can't be anxious about her lifelong affairs, but you must not ask that man in front of Lanlan, otherwise she will be unhappy."

Mrs. Guo sighed.

Professor Guo comforted: "Old woman, don't be too anxious. Lanlan told me that she was going to get married, but she didn't find the right one."

"Oh, my daughter is my mother's heart. If she doesn't get married, how can I not be in a hurry?"

After Hou Weidong entered the door, he saw the sheets on the balcony and the sound of the washing machine turning in the bathroom. He shouted: "Wife, get out quickly and let your husband take a look."

When Xiaojia heard the sound of opening the door, she ran out of the bathroom. She stood at the door, tilted her head, looked at her husband, and said, "You look pretty good, much better than I thought. I thought you were eggplant made from frost."

Hou Weidong looked at Xiaojia's hair and said, "When did you make the small waves into big waves?"

"I did it before going home, which is the most popular in Shanghai." Xiaojia responded casually and said, "I have wanted to come back a long time ago. I happened to be having an event in the school. Our class was scheduled for a program and was not allowed to take leave. I heard that I was transferred to the Science and Technology Commission, so I was worried that you would not understand it. Seeing that you were full of energy, I felt relieved." Although Hou Weidong expressed this view several times on the phone, Xiaojia always felt that yesterday's ears were weak, but seeing them was real. Today, when she saw her husband's complexion was indeed good, she felt a little relieved.

Hou Weidong knew the reason why Xiaojia was rushing back, so he deliberately said lightly: "There is no distinction between high and low in revolution, it is all for the people. What's more, it was not exiled to Ningguta when transferred to the Science and Technology Commission. Don't worry, my husband, I am a strong-minded comrade, not a flower in the greenhouse. This little thing can't beat me up."

"Sister Zhou heard about you, and I suggest you transfer to Yi Yang as soon as possible." As he was speaking, Hou Weidong had already embraced Xiaojia in his arms. Xiaojia was melted by this warm hug, but he said, "Wait a minute, I'll take off the apron." When Hou Weidong's hand began to be dishonest, Xiaojia said again: "Don't worry, I'm still washing the blanket."

Hou Weidong had a three-point desire to drink, and his sexual desire was even more intense at this time, and he said with a trick: "Hurry and use * to comfort my husband's hurt heart."

Xiaojia said, "It's stingy." But his hands were tightly holding Hou Weidong's neck.

When the two got up from the bed, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon. Xiaojia's stomach roared, which was really loud. Hou Weidong said in surprise: "You haven't eaten?" Xiaojia was a little bird leaning against Hou Weidong's arms at this time, and said: "I was a little hungry, but you forgot when you came back."

Hou Weidong thought of Xiaojia rushing to Yiyang from Shanghai, and now she is still hungry, and he is really moved. He turned over and said, "I will accompany you to have dinner." Xiaojia covered her body with a thin sheet and said, "I don't want to go out, just put some noodles."

"Wait a while, I'll get some delicious food." Hou Weidong quickly put on his clothes. He leaned over and kissed Xiaojia's nose, and said, "I'll cut a salted duck and come back soon. You'll be waiting for me obediently on the bed."

In Yiyang, the best salted duck is in Beicheng. Hou Weidong took a taxi to the school gate, went to Liangbifa's courtyard and took out the Bluebird car and headed straight to Beicheng. Beicheng is the oldest commercial area in Yiyang and the location of the old county government. The traditional handicrafts in the city are concentrated here.

In front of Zhang Duck's stall, as usual, there was someone. Hou Weidong used an iron clip to choose a good-looking salted duck. When the fat black boss lady was like an ancient swordsman, she quickly cut the duck filled with salt water and spices into even small pieces.

Two men wearing urban management black clothes suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Yazi. One person said, "Zhang Yazi, let you go there to sell. Why are you put it on the main street again? It is strictly forbidden to set up stalls on the main and secondary roads." Zhang Yazi said, "I have been here for more than ten years, but why did I suddenly not let it be put on it." The man said impatiently: "If you want to leave, you can leave, and there is still so much nonsense. If you don't leave, you will take your stall."

Another urban management team member who looked gentler said, "Old Zhang, please transfer quickly. Wait for a while for the county officials to come here to inspect. If you don't leave, we will scold you. Please cooperate."

Zhang Yazi said, "I pay the fee for selling things here. Why don't the officials allow me to put them here when they come?" He saw another urban management team member staring at him with his eyes, and was afraid that this team member with a bad temper would really take over his own stall. So he began to stop the business reluctantly.

Zhang Yazi was collecting the stall, and three small cars drove over and stopped more than 100 meters away from Hou Weidong. Several people were getting off the car, all of whom were acquaintances of Hou Weidong, county magistrate Yang Senlin, government office director Liu Kun, construction committee director Zhang Yajun, state house director Xiao Bing, and Lingxi Construction Company Yao Qiang were standing by the side of the street, walking and looking at the street. The group of people were also pointing at the old house and discussing something.

Hou Weidong said intimately: "Looking at the way these people are, the county government must want to develop the North City. The demolition work is really too big."

When Zhu Yan was the secretary of the county party committee in Yiyang, he faced two options: building the south suburbs and demolishing the old city. Considering that the workload of demolishing the old city was too great, he brought out the latest and most beautiful patterns on this piece of white paper in Nanjiao. Hou Weidong supported the plan for building the south suburbs from the bottom of his heart.

When the group of people turned around and walked towards Hou Weidong, Hou Weidong was unwilling to meet these people in this situation and flashed into a small food supermarket. The store seemed to be in a bad business, and the boss was reluctant to turn on the lights. It seemed very dark inside, which formed a sharp contrast with the bright store next door.

"This situation is only temporary. As long as I want, I can be transferred at any time." After being transferred to the Science and Technology Commission, Hou Weidong left the Yiyang Power Center and was marginalized by Yiyang's officialdom. If it were the past, he would probably have participated in this kind of thing. At this time, he could only look at the group of ruling factions in the dark, and of course he felt resentful, so he kept comforting himself.

The supermarket waiter is a young fat girl. She is a typical baby fat. Standing next to Hou Weidong, she looked at the people outside curiously and said to Hou Weidong beside her: "That person seems to be Yang Senlin. I have seen him on TV." Hou Weidong said "oh" and did not answer her. The waiter was very raving and said: "I listened to the publicity of the neighborhood committee and said that all this area must be demolished, and the demolition fee will be given 300 yuan per square meter." She tsk her mouth and said: "Now the house in the southern suburbs has been sold for 700 yuan, and the north gate is still in the urban area. The housing prices are 400 yuan or 500 yuan. If the demolition fee is not increased, the neighbors will definitely not demolish it."

Hou Weidong: "If you demolish an old house, you must build a resettlement house, and you may not have to ask for money. You can choose between these two options: money and house."

"I heard that the smallest resettlement housing is 60 to 70 square meters. Some families now live in 30 to 40 square meters, and they still have to make up the difference of 30 yuan. According to the price at the North Gate, it will cost 500 yuan, and they will have to make up 15,000 yuan."

The waiter said angrily: "There are residents and laid-off workers in the North Gate. No family can afford 15,000 yuan. Besides, we live well here, why do we have to demolish our house to the developer? The government demolishes the house and the land will increase several times. These officials are so fat that they are so fat that they are so fat."

On the side of the street, Liu Kun was wearing a suit, his hair was neat, and his temperament was much calmer than before. He and the director of the State House Xiao Bing stood behind Yang Senlin and kept saying something. The group of people stood by the street for a while. Yang Senlin turned his head and talked to Yao Qiang for a while. The group got into the car, turned left and right, and disappeared at the north gate.

When Hou Weidong bought two packs of melon seeds and came out of the supermarket, the boss selling salted ducks used magic to set up the braised meat stall. Two urban management team members sat next to the store to smoke. They were entangled with these stall vendors on the street every day. As long as there was no special matter, they would not deliberately make things difficult for their management targets.

There is no business in front of Zhang Yazi's stall yet, so he took the initiative to go over to hand over cigarettes to the two urban management team members. The three of them joked a few times. When a customer came to buy ducks, Zhang Yazi quickly returned to his position.

After driving back to Shazhou College, Hou Weidong felt a little depressed.
Chapter completed!