"Brother Xiao, you, are you really the secretary of the district party committee?" As soon as Luo Ting's words came out, she found that she was really talking stupid things, if Brother Xiao hadn't been the secretary of the district party committee, wouldn't these people have gone crazy just now? Busy diverting the conversation: "I mean, is the secretary of the district party committee older than the district chief?" The one surnamed Du, everyone said that he was promoted by the district head. ”

Xiao Chen smiled: "It's okay." ”

Luo Ting was relieved, it was okay. She subconsciously felt that Xiao Chen did this just now because of Yue Xiaolian's relationship and helped her, if she "affected" him because of this, she would not be happy in her heart.

Xiao Chen looked around and said, "It seems that I can't get angry today, let's go." ”

Yue Xiaolian nodded, Luo Ting also stood up, Xiao Chen got up with a smile, and the two of them went out next to Xiao Chen on the left and right. As soon as the three of them went out, suddenly a flash flashed, and Xiao Chen looked at it, but it seemed that a reporter was filming the scene of the gate that never sleeps. He looked at the celebration flower basket in front of him, and the words "Dingqing District Committee of the Communist Party of China" on it were very dazzling.

In addition to personally going to the home appliance city to express his condolences after the big market management committee proposed a solution in the past few days, Xiao Chen has no energy to care about why there is a congratulatory basket from the district committee that is not in the night, and all his energy is invested in "running money". The Standing Committee set the tone, but the money needed to buy a production line is still not enough, and it is necessary to vigorously run the money.

Whether the leaders of this era have the ability can be seen a lot from the ability to run the project, and running the project is actually running the money. Because there has never been a project that has come out and waited for the funds to be in place, and there has never been a matter of waiting for the project to be introduced. So Xiao Chen was busy going outside, running in both ends of the city and district, and even Xingcheng went once, just to run for funds, he was busy for such a while, and now he is finally a little eyebrow-raising.

But before he could take a breath, a very sudden storm suddenly struck-

In the middle of the night, the capital was silent.

A small white two-story building in the northwest corner of Yuyuan Township, Haiding District, hidden in the greenery. From the outside, this building does not seem to be special from the ordinary residential buildings newly built by wealthy families in the suburbs of Beijing. But when you walk into the closed small house, the landscape inside is very different from that of those newly wealthy families: on both sides of the courtyard there is a golden cinnamon tree full of yellow flowers, and the rich fragrance of osmanthus permeates the small and exquisite courtyard. There are two pomegranate trees in front of the small building, and on the branches hang a huge, grinning red pomegranate, which seems to be smiling at every guest who comes to this courtyard. In the middle of the courtyard, there is a corridor paved with multicolored gravel that leads to the main entrance of the small building. Above the roadway is a long turquoise grape trellis erected, and although there are no grapes on the verdant vines, they are as beautiful as jasper silk.

On the lawn to the left of the courtyard, a black Cadillac limousine is parked. At this time, the Lord who can sit in Cadillac is obviously extraordinary.

There is a row of bungalows on the right side of the two-storey building, although the houses are low, but the architecture is exquisite: dark green tile roof, milky white glazed brick walls, high-grade aluminum alloy doors and windows, and multicolored glass, which looks very elegant and neat. The door of the bungalow was closed, and from time to time there was a slight snoring sound from the room, and it was obvious that the people inside had already fallen asleep.

To the west of the trellis is a shaded wisteria trellis, underneath which is a round table of creamy marble, surrounded by several stone drum benches carved with fine patterns. The most eye-catching is the big velvet tree in the east corner of the house, the pink velvet flowers are gently swaying under the night breeze, looking up, like a group of fairies with flowers floating from the sky.

The waning moon hung in the air like a sickle, and a faint silver light sprinkled all over the ground.

Crickets chirped in the grass.

The courtyard in the night is particularly quiet and harmonious, like a pocket paradise.

This courtyard is a high-end villa for "special" people living in the Beijing Municipal Tourism Bureau.

Standing in the courtyard and looking up, through the thin window screen, I saw that a guest room on the west side of the second floor was still lit with soft orange light. Obviously, the owner of the room has not slept at the moment.

In the luxurious room, which contrasts sharply with the quiet and harmonious night of the courtyard, the smoke is thick and the smell is choking.

In the room, a middle-aged man of medium stature, slightly chubby, wearing a high-end South Korean silk pajamas, was anxiously pacing back and forth on the pale yellow cashmere carpet. I saw him gulping down a tawny cigar for a while, and then picking up the iced Nescafe coffee on the coffee table and drinking it with a clatter.

The phone rings suddenly!

The middle-aged man stood up from the chair, hurriedly walked to the bedside table and picked up his mobile phone, glanced at it and immediately connected: "Hey, what's going on?" …… Finalized? …… Oh good, okay, I got it. Well, well done, very good. He took a deep breath and hung up, gasping for air.

Just when the middle-aged man was anxious, a crisp "bell bell bell-" doorbell suddenly interrupted his chaotic thoughts.

"Come in—" The middle-aged man shouted in a low voice with hoarse cigarettes and alcohol, and casually turned on the lamp a little brighter.

As soon as the words ended, a girl in a translucent white gauze miniskirt-style pajamas walked in from outside the door.

I saw her slightly open her lips and asked coquettishly: "Mr. Huang, it's the middle of the night, ...... you Still not sleeping? "The girl who came in was Mr. Huang's personal secretary, named Tong Lin.

"Ahem, think about something...... That picture has been finalized and will be in the newspaper tomorrow, so how can I sleep...... Xiao Lin, you said that I did this according to Tong Xiaochen's wishes this time, will it really be okay? ”

"Mr. Huang, Secretary Tong is the 'political situation', and Tong Xiaochen is his only son, what can he do? Your photo is just sent out, but it is just to make the family lose some face, and it will have a little impact on that person's career, not to infringe on the core interests of that big faction, and even if they want to move, there will naturally be Secretary Tong on it...... But this matter is done, Tong Yanei is happy, and the matter of the Jade Curtain Garden ...... That's a project of 200 million...... Well, Mr. Huang, aren't you sleepy? Tong Lin spoke softly, the intimate and sweet voice was like a lullaby, if it had been said, Mr. Huang would have gone to bed "obediently".

Mr. Huang pondered for a while, raised his head slightly, and saw Tong Lin, who was standing under the orange halo, more pretty and colorful than before, especially her plump breasts covered by her pink bra, as well as her slender, fair thighs and just the right slender figure, giving people a charming sense of surname, and he couldn't help but be excited.

He got up suddenly, cheered himself up, and said: "If you want to die, it's not [***] ...... to be afraid of death" Then he looked at Tong Lin and smiled ambiguously: "If you want to die, you have to die in bed, I'm not sleepy, you can try it......"

"Well, Mr. Huang...... I hate it to death, have you taken a bath? ”

"Wash me with your mouth...... Well! ――”――

Another weekend. Early in the morning, Xiao Chen was still asleep, and the music of the mobile phone's "Forward Forward Forward ......" began to ring, he took the phone in a daze, and the uncle's slightly hoarse voice came, and his tone was very serious: "Xiao Chen, did the Beijing Morning News have a holiday with you?" ”

Xiao Chen was inexplicable, and asked in a daze: "Beijing Morning News? I don't know anyone from the Beijing Morning News. ”

Uncle took a deep breath and said: "The Beijing Morning Post published a report this morning: 'Huada girls return home during the Spring Festival, and young cadres hug left and right'. There is a photograph taken at the entrance of an entertainment venue called Buyetian, in which two young women are affectionately next to a young man who the newspaper says is a young cadre from a central and southern province. However, the cadre's face in the photo is checked. ”

Xiao Chen suddenly came to his senses and sat up suddenly: "What? ”

"Isn't it you?" Uncle's voice was very serious.

Xiao Chen took a deep breath: "It's me." ”

There was no sound from the uncle.

Xiao Chen knew that the uncle was waiting for him to explain, so he said: "Two girls, among them, who are dressed plainly, are rural girls who are my one-on-one poverty alleviation, who originally dropped out of school, but last year because of my relationship, they took the college entrance examination again and were admitted to BGI with quite excellent results. The other one was her classmate, who was also a girl from our Dingqing, who happened to meet that day and chatted together for a while. ”

When the uncle heard this, his tone was a little better, but there was more solemnity: "Beijing Morning News...... It's not a small amount of courage. ”

Xiao Chen was also a little puzzled, and said in a deep voice: "Why did the Beijing Morning News report that it came to me?" ”

Uncle sneered: "Tong Xichen has not been convinced since the No. 1 leader came to Beijing. After Zheng Lao was disappointed in the old Beijing faction, Tong Xichen has not been very peaceful. He always felt that our Xiao family, as a branch of the patriarchal faction, strongly supported the Oriental faction, which was an injustice to their old Beijing faction. ”

The matter involved high-level, Xiao Chen was suddenly awe-inspiring.

"Take me under the knife?" Xiao Chen felt a little innocent and a little incredulous.

Uncle pondered for a moment: "Probably not, this thing is very stupid, it shouldn't be Tong Xichen's own intention." ”

"So what now? I refute rumors? Not okay? Xiao Chen knew that this kind of thing was basically getting blacker and blacker, and it was better to refute the rumors, so it was better to deal with it coldly.

Uncle sneered: "What to do to refute the rumors, since Tong Xichen and they want to move, let's accompany them to move, whether they are throwing stones to ask for directions or expressing dissatisfaction or showing their existence, it has already exceeded the rules, I will explain the situation to the old man in a while, you don't have to ask, wait for the old man to decide." ”

Xiao Chen was awe-inspiring again, silent for a moment, and sighed: "Well, I know, uncle." ”

Xiao Zheng rarely heard Xiao Chen's tone, was slightly silent, and said slowly and solemnly: "On your way, there is not just one person. Then he hung up.

Xiao Chen took the phone, looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, nodded to himself, and clenched his fists: "On my road, it's not just one person. ”

He knew what the uncle meant. I've always known it, but now it's more deeply touched.

Xiao Chen got up, brushed his teeth and washed his face as before, and then calmly called Zhang Yicheng's phone, but Zhang Yicheng got up early, but obviously he hadn't received the news yet, and said with a smile: "On the big weekend, your kid got up quite early." ”

"Brother Yi Cheng, there is something important, how many of those underground characters in your capital can be relied on?" Xiao Chen's tone was very serious, and there was also a bit of a solemn atmosphere.

When Zhang Yicheng heard that his tone was wrong, his voice sank: "What? Are you going to use them? ”

"I want a group of capable and reliable people to help me check the details of the Beijing Morning News, and I want to know how today's report against me passed the test and who arranged it."

Zhang Yicheng suddenly became solemn: "Targeting you? …… Tell me about the situation, and I'll be sure of the candidate. ”

Xiao Chen told Zhang Yicheng what his uncle told him, and Zhang Yicheng said angrily: "...... What a guts! He let out a sigh of relief and said, "Don't worry, since my uncle said so about this matter, he must not give up, I will immediately contact the investigation and dare to frame you, these people are really getting more and more bold." …… Damn, it's okay to check it out, Tong Xiaochen's dead stammer, I already don't like it. ”

Xiao Chen knows who Tong Xiaochen is, Tong Xichen's only son, this guy is a typical Yanei, and the third generation of the red was named Prince D, which later became more and more dejorative, because there were too many such people. He was a little wooden and stammered a little when he spoke, so Zhang Yicheng said that he was "dead stammering". However, Zhang Yicheng didn't like why he looked at him unpleasantly, Xiao Chen didn't know, but he didn't bother to ask. Thinking that the Xiao family would not deal with them in the first place, Zhang Yicheng would be a fantasy if he could talk to Tong Xiaochen.

"Well, that's good, Brother Yi Cheng, please."

"My own brother, what are you polite to me?" Zhang Yi admitted: "That's not much to say, I'll call someone to do something." ”

"Okay, feel free to get in touch."

"Hmm." ――

All morning, Xiao Chen's mobile phone has been busy, the impact of this incident is by no means trivial, some important people in the Xiao family naturally will not come to ask Xiao Chen in person about the truth of the matter - in fact, in the eyes of these people, what can this matter itself be counted? There is no need to verify it at all, this is nothing more than an introduction, like a small South American butterfly that causes a storm in North America. What the butterfly looked like and how its wings were flapped at that time made no sense to those facing storms in North America. The thing they need to know is what they have to do.

The phone calls that Xiao Chen received were all calls from the elders of the family to inquire about the situation, but they were more to comfort him not to worry, and the eldest sister Xiao Ning also revealed a message that she would privately start investigating Tong Xichen's wings.

Xiao Chen knew that it was not easy for Xiao Ning to do this, Xiao Ning herself had only been transferred to the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection not long ago, and her position was not yet hot, and she was only a member of the Standing Committee of the Beijing Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection and the director of the Third Discipline Inspection and Supervision Office, not yet a deputy secretary, her authority was limited, and she was able to investigate Tong Xichen's wings "privately", which was already a lot of responsibility.

Xiao Chen was a little moved, but he couldn't say anything else, so he could only say, "Sister Ning, thank you." ”

Xiao Ning sighed softly: "Do you remember what I told you when you were hospitalized?" The hope of our Xiao family lies in you, you have to be careful in doing things yourself, there are still many people staring at you. ”

Xiao Chen snorted, Xiao Ning didn't say much, and hung up the phone.

At 11:27 a.m., Yang Jinfeng's call came in, Xiao Chen knew that his grandfather's decision had been made, took a deep breath, and answered the phone: "Brother Yang, it's me, Xiao Chen." ”

Yang Jinfeng's voice was a little flustered: "The capital ...... It's going to blow a strong wind. He paused and said, "The chief has spoken to Zheng Lao and the No. 1 leader on the phone...... I returned to Beijing in the afternoon. ”

Xiao Chen felt that his hand holding the mobile phone was sweating, and the cold hairs on his back stood up, grandpa not only made his own decision, but even called Zheng Lao and the No. 1 chief, and the matter was a big deal!

Yang Jinfeng felt Xiao Chen's strangeness, in fact, his heart was pounding just now, the chief and Zheng Lao are both resting people, and they rarely ask about things, only quite important matters will be checked, and the things that the two discuss on the phone are even rarer. After being partners for so many years, the two elders have long had a tacit understanding, and the things that need to be explained by them on the phone can be imagined how serious it is.

"Don't worry, Elder Zheng has already nodded, and the central government is now thinking about how to control the impact." Yang Jinfeng comforted.

Xiao Chen naturally knew that the "control influence" considered by the central government was naturally not a trivial matter for him Xiao Chen, it must be something after Xiao Chen's big move next, thinking of such a high-level action, Xiao Chen was certainly calm, but also a little cold sweat, even if the uncle said "I won't give up" in the morning, he didn't expect the result to be so serious at all.

"Well, I know, I'm sorry to trouble Brother Yang." Xiao Chen calmed down and tried his best to stabilize his speech.

Yang Jinfeng really admired Xiao Chen's calmness, he just heard the faint words from Xiao Lao and Zheng Lao on the phone with the No. 1 chief in the house just now, and his scalp was a little numb. Thinking of this, he was also a lot relieved.

With a successor, the giant ship will be very stable, and the crew and passengers will be at ease.

Not long after Yang Jinfeng's phone came, Xiao Chen's mobile phone rang again, but this time it was a newly installed magnetic card phone on the campus of Huada that Yue Xiaolian often used. As soon as Xiao Chen connected the phone, he heard Yue Xiaolian crying.

Xiao Chen was shocked, but his tone was still very steady: "What's wrong?" ”

"Brother, I, I'm in trouble for you." Yue Xiaolian sobbed in a low voice.

Xiao Chen immediately knew that Yue Xiaolian also knew about the Beijing Morning News. Xiao Chen felt a little guilty, in fact, his face in the newspaper was checked, but it was Yue Xiaolian and Luo Ting, I am afraid that most of them showed up.

"Don't cry, I already know the matter, I don't blame you for this, it's because I didn't think it through. You can help me apologize to Luo Ting. Xiao Chen comforted first.

Yue Xiaolian sobbed and snorted.

Xiao Chen asked again: "The school didn't embarrass you, did it?" ”

Yue Xiaolian hesitated for a moment, but still said the truth: "The school leaders have inquired and said that they want to investigate. ”

Xiao Chen frowned and said, "I know, don't worry, the school won't embarrass you." He remembered that he hadn't told his aunt the identities of Yue Xiaolian and Luo Ting yet.

Those who are familiar with politics should know about this big case, right? Well, the post at the top of the book review area, questioning the security situation in the capital in 93, I replied in it, saying that it was a small foreshadowing for a big case in 95, which is basically revealed.

As I said before, this book has a very complete and detailed outline, and a lot of foreshadowing was laid very early, and it was laid out twenty years later...... Sweat. So sometimes when you read a book, it can be like watching an American blockbuster, and you don't care about the abrupt places at first, most of the time I am doing foreshadowing, and I will naturally explain it later. Of course, the level of no wind is limited, and some places must not turn around well enough, everyone is welcome to criticize more, as long as you don't bring my parents, thank you.

(To be continued)