After eating, Shi Molan and Zhao Changfeng wanted to sit with Zhao Changfeng for a while, but when they saw the whispering couples around them, they also felt a little embarrassed, she looked at her watch again and said, "It's almost time, let's go over." ”

Zhao Changfeng followed Shi Molan out, but Shi Molan didn't drive, just walked forward, Zhao Changfeng was a little strange, and asked, "Mr. Shi, where are we going?" ”

Shi Moran said: "Go to the house of the director of the cultural department." ”

Zhao Changfeng is even more strange, cadres of this level like the director of the cultural department generally live in the living area of the provincial organs, but how can the director of the cultural department live here now? Zhao Changfeng wanted to ask Shi Molan, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed again. Now he must treat Smulan as a man in the officialdom, not in the business arena.

Shi Molan seemed to know Zhao Changfeng's intentions, and she explained to Zhao Changfeng as she walked: "The director of the cultural department has a house in the provincial government, but he rarely lives there, and most of the time he lives here, and this is his son's house. ”

Zhao Changfeng nodded, and immediately understood that some leading cadres, although they have houses in provincial organs, but they find it inconvenient or uncomfortable to live in the living quarters of provincial organs, so they keep the houses of provincial organs to cover people's eyes and ears, and then get a house outside in other names, such houses not only have better living conditions than the standards of provincial organs, but also have convenient contacts, unlike the living quarters of provincial organs, where there are acquaintances everywhere and eyes everywhere. It seems that the same is true of the Minister of Culture, who chose to live outside.

Shi Maolan turned west, and a quiet street appeared in front of him, the street was not wide, on both sides were covered by plane trees, and on both sides of the street were villas with independent courtyards. Although Zhao Changfeng has lived in Zhongzhou for so many years, he really doesn't know that there is such a treasure of feng shui in Zhongzhou City.

Shi Molan stopped in the third courtyard in the south of the road, rang the doorbell, and after a long time, he heard someone answer inside, and opened a crack in the door, it was a little girl of sixteen or seventeen, very well-behaved and cute. When the little girl saw Shi Molan, she said with a smile: "Mr. Shi, are you here?" With that, he opened the door.

Shi Molan led Zhao Changfeng in, and asked with a smile, "Xiaojuan, hello." Has the Director of the Cultural Department eaten? ”

"Grandpa has eaten it." The little girl replied, "I'm looking at his orchids right now!" ”

"Did the Director get some rare goods again?" Smolan laughed.

"Yes, two days ago, someone sent a pot of orchids to grandpa, and grandpa was very rare, and he said that this was his baby, and he looked at it every day when he was fine." The little girl gestured.

Two plane trees are planted in the middle of the yard, which are lush and towering. Around the courtyard are several shelves filled with orchids. Zhao Changfeng said in his heart, it turns out that the director of the Cultural Department likes orchids, why didn't Shi Molan say it?

Shi Molan pointed to these orchids and said, "These are the treasures carefully collected by the Minister of Culture, and each pot is worth a lot of money. Zhao Changfeng looked at it and felt that these orchids were very ordinary, and he didn't think there was anything valuable.

"Grandpa, Mr. Shi is here!" The little girl pushed open the door and shouted.

Zhao Changfeng looked at the little girl and asked Shi Molan softly: "The granddaughter of the director of the cultural department?" ”

Shi Molan said: "The distant relatives of the head of the cultural hall are called the grandfather of the chief of the cultural hall according to their generation. ”

Hearing an answer from inside, Shi Molan led Zhao Changfeng in.

"Hello, Director Wen, I haven't seen you for a long time." Shi Molan stretched out her white and round hand and shook it with the director of the cultural hall. The director of the cultural hall is not tall, but he has a big belly, and he looks like he is full of money. When Zhao Changfeng was working in a provincial organ, he had seen the director of the Department of Culture twice, but he had never spoken to the director of the Department of Culture. The director of the cultural department put the flower pot in his hand on the flower stand next to him and said, "This is Xiao Zhao?" ”

Zhao Changfeng hurriedly stepped forward to shake hands and said, "Hello Director Wen, I came to visit you. ”

Shi Molan looked around the pot of orchids, praised it in her mouth, and then talked about Zhao Changfeng in detail. The director of the cultural hall looked at the pot of orchids for a long time, and then raised his head and said: "Beibei is a good place, not bad!" ”

Zhao Changfeng hurriedly said: "Please have time to inspect the work in Bibei City." The following development is inseparable from the care of leaders. ”

The director of the Wen Department and Shi Molan quarreled all over the world, as if Zhao Changfeng was not present. Zhao Changfeng was a little embarrassed in his heart, but he always had a smile on his face. Shi Molan and the director of the cultural department talked and laughed, and most of the people and things Zhao Changfeng didn't know, so he felt very strange. It has only been more than a year since I arrived in Pibei City, and there are so many things in the province that I don't know. But Zhao Changfeng didn't show it on his face, as if he was smiling, looking at the layout of the study. It should be said that the study room is quite elegantly furnished, revealing a literati atmosphere in it, which is not difficult to understand why the director of the literary department likes poetry, and there is also a book of "Plum Collection". Zhao Changfeng finally set his eyes on the pot of orchids, which were a pot of orchids with yellow-green petals and blood-red stamens, but the leaves were a little mutilated and a little fly in the ointment. Seeing the appearance of the orchid clearly, Zhao Changfeng almost laughed dumbly, this is the treasure of the director of the cultural hall? This kind of orchid he saw in the deep mountains when he was a child when he climbed the Taihang Mountain in the north, and a large area of such orchids grew in the deep and dark canyon, he didn't think it was rare at all, how could he become a treasure when he came to the director of the cultural hall now?

Shi Molan saw that it was almost the same as the Director of the Cultural Department, so she smiled and said, "Director of the Cultural Department, Xiao Zhao came over to bring you something special this time. ”

Director Wen's face was a little ugly, and he said, "Xiao Shi, what's going on?" It's not that you don't know my temper, I don't like to do this. ”

"Yes, yes, Director, I'm self-critical." Shi Molan smiled lightly, "I also told Xiao Zhao about your temper and asked him not to do this, but Xiao Zhao said that this is not a gift, but a very special item." As he spoke, he gave Zhao Changfeng a look.

Zhao Changfeng hurriedly opened the briefcase, took out the pirated book, held it in both hands and handed it to the director of the cultural department, and said, "Director of the cultural department, look." ”

The director of the Wen Department took a look at it in his hand and read it out loud: ""Falling Plum Collection"? Xiao Zhao, where did you buy this book? The tone is already a lot kinder.

"I didn't buy it, my driver bought it." Zhao Changfeng said: "Two days ago, I went to the commercial hall to do business, because the person I was looking for had not yet arrived, so I waited here, I felt bored, so I asked the driver to buy me a book for recreation." The driver saw a bookstall buying books on the side of the road, and he knew that I liked poetry, so he bought a copy for me. When I look at the name, isn't this the book of the Minister of Literature? I like it in my heart. I couldn't wait to open it and read it, but this look made me very angry, Director Wen, this is piracy, it turned out to be piracy. The hard work of the director of the Cultural Affairs Department has become a tool for those unscrupulous booksellers to make money. I'm taking this book here to report to the Director of Culture, those unscrupulous booksellers outside are making a windfall on the books of the Director of Culture, but you don't know about it, it makes people angry when you think about it! ”

"yes, that's infuriating!" The director of the cultural department looked at the poorly printed pirated book in his hand and was ecstatic, and he even pinched himself to see if he was dreaming. It seems that China still wants to implement a market economy, and last time the publishing house actually said that his "Luomei Collection" could not be sold, it was a lie, it was a complete lie, and it was obviously a shameless dose of embezzlement of authors' royalties. Whether the book can be sold or not depends on the market to test. How can there be pirated copies of books that are not popular in the market? Are those pirated booksellers blind enough to pirate books that make them lose money?

The director shook his head and said: "Chinese's awareness of copyright is weak, and they even openly take the fruits of other people's labor to sell for money, sad, sad!" I don't know when this situation will change! I worked so hard to make it a money-making tool for unscrupulous booksellers. The next time I have a meeting, I must tell Lao Zhang of the Press and Publication Bureau about this matter! It's infuriating! ”

Looking at the director of the Wen Department's flushed face, his face was indignant, and he was secretly proud in his heart, Zhao Changfeng was very funny in his heart. It's still Shi Mingao, who spent a few hundred yuan to get the printing house to get such a pirated book, and sure enough, he took the pulse of the director of the cultural department.

"Director Wen, then I will leave this book with you as evidence for you to sue those unscrupulous booksellers." Zhao Changfeng said respectfully: "But there is a small request, I like your book "Falling Plum Collection" too much, I don't know if you have anything here, can you give me a copy?" Of course, it would be best if the Minister of Civilian Affairs could sign his name in person. ”

The director of the Wen Department held the pirated book tightly in his hand, and heard that Zhao Changfeng wanted a genuine copy of "Luomei Collection", he was very happy, but he made a look of embarrassment on his face: "Xiao Zhao, I only have the last one left here, which was originally kept by myself as a souvenir, since you like it so much, I can only endure the pain and cut my love!" ”

Zhao Changfeng immediately said with great joy: "Thank you, Director Wen, thank you, Director Wen!" ”

(To be continued)

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