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In three rounds, Zhou Changquan and Hou Weidong won three rounds, Chu Xiuhong and Yan Chunping had already tried their best, but tonight the two leaders were very lucky and played well, so they could only surrender and surrender.

Old Xing has been sitting in the office watching TV. Of course, he has one-quarter of his time watching TV, three-quarters of his time sleeping, and occasionally snoring a few times. When the waiter came over and said that several leaders were about to leave, he immediately cheered up and went out to greet him.

"Governor Zhou, I have arranged a midnight snack."

Zhou Changquan was also a little hungry, but he was tired of big fish and meat, and his mouth was particularly greedy for the fragrance of tofu rice, and said, "Old Xing, don't be busy, leave, the host, leave."

When Lao Xing was working at Yiyang Grain Station, he guarded the gate of the grain station on the station leader. The only comfort was the bonsai in front of the door. Although bonsai is good, it is just a sustenance after all. It is really another kind of helplessness to meet unfair feelings for mountains and rivers. Who knew that when he was retired, he actually had the opportunity to start a business again. In the original system, he had no power to turn things around. The market economy provided him with opportunities, allowing him to make a lot of money, allowing old trees to bloom new branches, and gained another form of dignity.

He sat in the office waiting for Zhou Changquan and Hou Weidong. First, these two were big customers of Shazhou Impression, second, they were grateful, and third, they met the ruling party, so they could keep themselves safe and not be bullied.

Hou Weidong shook hands with Lao Xing and said, "You have to find a way to find another store. Don't think about reopening it on the spot after demolition. This matter is very variable and not safe."

Walking outside the store, Hou Weidong got into Zhou Changquan's car, and both of them sat in the back seat.

Hou Weidong understood Zhou Changquan's thoughts best and said, "Old leader, have some midnight snacks, tofu?" Zhou Changquan thought about the deliciousness of tofu with rice, and drooled a little, and said, "Where is the place to find tofu at this time?"

Hou Weidong said enthusiastically: "I know there is a night bean flower shop that specializes in providing night bean flower for taxi drivers. I heard it tastes pretty good."

The group went along the street to find Ye Douhua. After about ten minutes, they found a bright shop on the east side of Lingxi Square. There was a long list of taxis parked in front of the shop. The taxi drivers were either alone or together to eat simple and ancient food.

These taxi drivers are porters in the car all year round, moving travelers from one place to another, and have no time to read the news, and are even more familiar with Zhou Changquan's face. When Zhou Changquan and others entered the store, no one paid attention to the group except the fat waiter.

Zhou Changquan enjoyed this kind of civilian life and rejected Chu Xiuhong's suggestion to help make seasonings. He said, "I will do it myself. Is the tofu delicious? Half of my effort is to seasonings."

The thin man who was beating tofu heard this and said, "This old man is an expert, and I use well water for tofu."

Zhou Changquan didn't believe it and said, "You have permission to dig a well."

The thin man of Douhua said helplessly and resentful: "I submitted several applications to the Water Affairs Bureau. The glasses chief of the Water Affairs Bureau has eaten Douhua several times, but he didn't apply for a license for me, which made me go out of the city to transport well water every day. So the price of the tofu is higher than that of the average, but the product is real and the taste is absolutely authentic."

Hou Weidong went to order the dishes in person. Soon, there were snow-white tofu on the table, cooked poop soup, golden radish burning intestines, and steaming pork ribs steamer, which made people feel very appetizing.

Zhou Changquan came back with the seasonings and saw the table full of dishes, saying, "You young people eat more meat. If I eat these meats at my age, I will definitely not sleep well at night. I only eat tofu and dried rice."

The simple rice has no alcohol, beauties and savory, and the rest is the pure rice fragrance. He bites the cotton-pinned and delicious tofu, and squeezes the dried rice with big mouths. The aroma of rice and tofu fragrance are mixed together, and the feeling of entering his mouth is very real.

Yan Chunping's wife Chuntian was pregnant some time ago. In order to be transferred to the Provincial Department of Transportation, the two discussed it and finally suffered an abortion. Now Chuntian lives in a single dormitory of the Lingxi government.

Yan Chunping wanted to go home to take care of his wife most, but Zhou Changquan and Hou Weidong were eating with relish in the restaurant, and his identity made him unable to speak. Moreover, the opportunity to be with Zhou Changquan was rare, and Chuntian's job transfer had to rely on two big bosses.

After eating the tofu, it was already twelve o'clock in the evening.

Hou Weidong insisted on sending Zhou Changquan to his doorstep.

The two stood on the lawn in front of the door and talked for another time. Chu Xiuhong and Yan Chunping hid in the distance tactfully.

“How is it like working in the provincial government?”

"I don't tell lies in front of the old leader, and I am more inclined to do practical work at the moment."

"I know what you think. After so many years, I know you very well. It is too insignificant to treat you purely as an aide, and it is not suitable to be a deputy. What you are most suitable for is the party in charge."

"Thank you for your trust in me, the old leader."

"You did a good job in Chengjin and cleaned up the mess. At that time, many people thought you were too young to control the complicated situation in Chengjin."

"With your support, this is the greatest guarantee for Chengjin's work."

Zhou Changquan laughed and said, "Don't put a high hat on me. Today we will talk about some real things. Although the Deputy Secretary-General of the Provincial Government is doing the work of an aide, after all, looking at the problem from the perspective of the provincial government is good for improving your mind and broadening your horizons. Moreover, working in the provincial government can improve your popularity in the province, which is also a kind of qualification, and it is good for going to the future."

Hou Weidong became serious, straightened his waist, looked straight, and listened attentively to Zhou Changquan's words.

"Working in the provincial government for a year, you go to the Lingxi Municipal Government to work and strive to become a member of the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee."

Hou Weidong clearly conquered the sect, and he quickly analyzed the true meaning of this statement: "Is this what Governor Zhou meant or Zhu Jianguo mean? If Zhu Jianguo had this meaning, things would be easier. If Governor Zhou meant alone, it would be a bit difficult." Then he thought: "Governor Zhou is a very steady person. If he is not sure, he will definitely not say it. Speaking this matter at this time means he is quite sure."

He quickly analyzed in his mind and said, "Old leader, the little marquis will never forget your cultivation of me."

His words are indeed true. In his career, three people played a key role. One was Qin Dajiang who was killed. He took advantage of his position as the village party secretary and performed a big show of respite. The second was Zhu Yan, the county party secretary. He made Hou Weidong go from deputy subject to regular subject, from deputy mayor to director of Yiyangxin Management Committee, and the third was Zhou Changquan, the city party secretary. During his work in the city party committee, he served as the county party secretary.

With the platform of county party secretary, Hou Weidong can only serve as the leader of the Shazhou Municipal Government.

Lingxi City is a deputy provincial city. If it can become the executive vice mayor, it will join the ranks of the main department and also enter the decision-making circle of Lingxi City. From the deputy mayor of Shazhou to the deputy secretary-general of the provincial government, and then from the deputy secretary-general of the provincial government to the member of the Standing Committee of the Lingxi Municipal Party Committee and the deputy mayor, Hou Weidong has finally been promoted from the deputy department to the main department.

There is no love and hate in the world for no reason, nor is there any important promotion for no reason. In other words, every important promotion is driven by an invisible hand.

It is a golden rule for some people in the court to be an official. Hou Weidong is also a person in the court. After reaching the department level, it is also difficult to rise. Now Zhou Changquan has said this idea, and Hou Weidong understands that there will be a year to turn the idea into reality, and there will be too many changes in this year.

While Hou Weidong and Zhou Changquan were talking to him, Yan Chunping quietly called Chuntian. Chuntian had experienced a waiter at the county party committee guesthouse. He understood Yan Chunping very well and kept saying that he was fine. However, when Yan Chunping heard Chuntian's weak voice, he was very anxious and took out his cell phone to watch. He kept looking at Hou Weidong and Zhou Changquan.

The two leaders Hou and Zhou were not in a hurry at all, and they lit cigarettes.

Two starry fires sucked on Hou and Zhou's mouth, burning Yan Chunping's heart.

After finally waiting for Zhou Changquan to wave upstairs, Yan Chunping saw the time and it was almost one o'clock.

"Secretary-General, will you send you home?"

"No, I'll go to the hospital."

Hou Weidong sat in the back row and looked at the rows of street lights in Lingxi City, feeling a different feeling.

A few days ago, he looked at the city from the perspective of the deputy secretary-general of the provincial government. After all, he was separated by a floor and had more guidance than actual operations, which made Hou Weidong, who was energetic and dedicated to doing things, was helpless.

Today I have a conversation with Zhou Changquan. His vision of this city has changed. Perhaps in a year, he will become the leader of this city and personally promote the development of this great city.

In the city’s more than 2,000-year history, there is another name of Hou Weidong among the city managers.

Thinking of being able to do specific work in an important position soon, Hou Weidong's eyes were shiny with excitement. However, his entire facial expression was still very calm, and Chu Xiuhong and Yan Chunping did not see their excitement.

After entering the hospital, standing in front of the ward, there was a small window for nurses and doctors to observe. Hou Weidong looked inside through the small window on the door. Under the wall light, his mother was already asleep and his father slept in another bed. The two of them slept very quietly, so quiet that Hou Weidong felt sad.

Liu Guangfen had telepathy with her son in her sleep. She opened her eyes and saw her son outside the small window. She stretched out her hand out of the quilt and waved her hand.

When Hou Weidong entered the room, Liu Guangfen scolded with distress: "Miss, what are you doing so late?"

"I was busy yesterday and didn't see you. I had to come here no matter how late it is today."

"Are you driving?"

"No"

"If you haven't driven, then leave quickly and don't let the driver wait for a long time."

"The car has left, I'm just sleeping here."

Hou Yonggui also woke up, asked a few questions, and heard that his son was going to sleep in the hospital bed, rubbed his eyes and said, "There is no bed, don't squeeze here." He bent down and got out of the bed, took out the key from his pants, and said, "My car is parked outside, you can drive it yourself."

Hou Weidong insisted: "Dad, go back to sleep, I will accompany my mother."

Hou Yonggui drank water and then woke up. While putting on his clothes, he murmured, "If you want to come to accompany the bed, come early." However, he was very happy that his son could come to accompany the bed.

Liu Guangfen reminded: "Old man, you are old and your hands and feet are no longer as good as before. Drive slowly."

Hou Yonggui gave a few words, took the car keys and left.

Hou Weidong stood at the door and looked at his father. Under the dim light, his father's originally straight waist was bent and his back was slightly hunched. He said in his heart: "My father is not the policeman who used to catch the prisoner with handcuffs, he is old."

Without washing up, Hou Weidong got into bed.

Liu Guangfen has not slept in the same room with her son for many years. She was very happy to look at her younger son's side face. She sighed: "Miss, it's a pity that you don't have a son, and no one can inherit such excellent genes."

Hou Weidong suddenly had the urge to tell his secret to his mother.
Chapter completed!