When he returned to Qingchuan, it was already nightfall, and Yuan Jinpeng went back to the office first to deal with the information submitted by the Wen Jiàn, Mingchuan telegrams, and the county party committee offices in the afternoon. In any case, his official position is the head of the information section of the municipal party committee office. Although being a good secretary of Yu Sihai is a top priority, the matter of the Information Department must be provoked a little. After being busy for a while, seeing that the sky was completely dark, I realized that it was more than seven o'clock, and I estimated that the cafeteria was closed, and I walked to the street stall to eat a bowl of noodles. People are cheap bones, and if they eat too much chicken, duck and fish, they think that the noodles on the stall are refreshing and delicious.

For Yuan Jinpeng, the evening is the prime time to read, and although there are twenty or thirty channels on TV with a variety of programs, he seems to be more fond of reading. Mo Yan's "Sandalwood Punishment" is a book that has sold very well this year. Of course, it can't be compared with Wang Yuewen's "Meici Story", "Meici Story" was sold out in 200,000 copies for a week, and most people can only wait for reprinting, Yuan Jinpeng is one of those who is obsessively waiting. Fortunately, "Sandalwood Punishment" is also a good novel to read, and he quickly immersed himself in it. I don't know how long it took, Yuan Jinpeng's mobile phone rang urgently. Wang Ke said: "Yuan Ke, you are coming to ward No. 5, Secretary Yu is hospitalized." Yuan Jinpeng hurriedly put down the book and went out. After thinking about it, it was only three or four hundred meters away from the hospital, and I didn't take a taxi, so I ran straight over. He runs fast and his brain spins faster. Secretary Yu was fine just now, how did he get into the hospital? Drunk? Impossible, Yu Sihai's self-control ability is extremely strong, he has never heard of or seen him drunk, and in the few months that he has been his secretary, Yuan Jinpeng has seen his superb scene control ability many times.

Yu Sihai was lying on the hospital bed with a pale face, his eyes slightly closed, he was infusion, and there was a white-clothed nurse standing in front of the bed. The reception room across the wall was very lively, and the leaders of the military sub-district, the office of the municipal party committee, and the hospital filled the room, sitting or standing. Yuan Jinpeng knew that these people were passers-by, and he and Wang Kecai were the ones on duty at the hospital tonight. In the gossip, he gradually figured out the ins and outs of the matter.

When Yu Sihai rushed to the Qingchuan Hotel, several other leaders were sitting in the reception room with the old chief, Zhao Chuang, commander of the military division, Dong Yuhua, director of the Municipal People's Congress, Shen Qingshan, ******** of the city, and Lin Xiaohua, executive deputy commissioner of the municipal government. The old chief talked and laughed and talked about the battle story in Qingchuan back then, but everyone still didn't seem to dare to relax, and the atmosphere was a little sluggish. After Zhao Chuang's introduction, Yu Sihai stepped forward and shook hands with the old chief, but the old chief did not get up, raised his hand and shook Yu Sihai symbolically.

The dining table was large, but there were only nine people seated, and the space seemed very spacious. The old chief sat in the center, Yu Sihai and Zhao Chuang sat next to the old chief, and the others were on the left and right.

Zhao Chuang asked, "Chief, what kind of wine do you drink?" ”

The old chief said bluntly: "Let's have a few bottles of Moutai." ”

The old chief is tall, with a childish face, he is already in his old age, but he is very bold, no matter who comes forward to toast, he will drink it. Of course, his little crystal wine glass was less than three cents full. After three rounds of wine, the three bottles of Moutai were quickly drunk. Yu Sihai was afraid of the cold scene, so he asked the waiter to open two bottles, and then personally took the wine bottle and carefully filled it for the old chief, and added some to his glass, almost half a glass of about two taels.

Yu Sihai held his wine glass and leaned down: "It is a great honor for Qingchuan to come to Qingchuan as the old chief!" Xiao Yu respects the old chief with another cup, and the chief drinks it at will. ”

The old chief looked at Yu Sihai's wine glass: "Xiao Yu is good, fill the wine." ”

Yu Sihai complained bitterly in his heart, so he had to take Moutai and pour his own wine glass again.

The old chief looked up at Yu Sihai and asked, "How old is Xiao Yu this year?" ”

Yu Sihai replied truthfully: "Chief, I am forty-four years old this year. ”

The old chief said, "I'm eighty-nine years old this year, and you're less than half of me." I'll give you a cup in return, I'll have a small cup, and you'll have a big cup. With that, he finished the wine in the small crystal cup in his hand with a sneer.

The old chief spoke, Yu Sihai didn't dare to find a reason to refuse, picked up the wine glass, settled down, raised his neck and poured it down in one go.

The old chief nodded again and again: "Not bad, not bad!" There is a style of marching. In his forties, it is the time to do business, and Xiao Yu works hard. When I was your age, I had just been awarded the rank of lieutenant general, and I was so happy! ”

Yu Sihai said: "The old chief is the founding father of the country, how dare we and how can we compare." ”

The old chief said: "Qingchuan is a Soviet district, and it is a good place. The reorganization of Dashuping was here with you, and I remember it vividly, Mr. Zhu and Mr. Peng participated. ”

Dong Yuhua said: "Old chief, my hometown is only a dozen miles away from Dashuping. ”

The old chief said with emotion: "I have drunk the water of your Qingchuan, thank you and thank the people of Qingchuan." Waiter, fill me with wine, pour everyone with wine, and I toast everyone. ”

In hesitation, the waiter filled Yu Sihai, Zhao Chuang, Dong Yuhua, Shen Qingshan, and Lin Xiaohua with wine one by one. The old chief picked up the wine glass, and snorted again, doing it first as a respect. Yu Sihai and several people looked at each other, and they could only drink it hard.

Just sat down on the chair, Yu Sihai felt that his chest was hot, the heat rushed to his brain, and his head was full of mud, dizzy. Yu Sihai was able to drink a lot of wine, but he was afraid of drinking Moutai, and it was no problem to drink Wuliangye for a catty, but if he drank Moutai, he had to lie down in six or seven taels.

Zhao Chuang's father is an old subordinate of the old chief, so he naturally wants to seize the opportunity to pay his respects this time. He asked the waiter to pour himself a full glass of wine and stood up: "Old chief, you have been kind to my father for reconstruction, and I have also been supported and cared for by you again and again, I will respect the old chief for another glass!" ”

The old chief beckoned to Zhao Chuang, motioned for him to sit down, and then turned his head to Yu Sihai and said, "Xiao Chuang wants to do a good job as the commander of this military division, and it is difficult to move an inch without the support of the municipal party committee." In this way, Xiao Chuang will toast you first. ”

Although Yu Sihai was a little dizzy, he was not completely drunk after all. Such a big leader, majestic and majestic, where can Zhao Chuang toast himself alone in front of the old chief. He asked the waiter to fill himself with wine and stand up straight: "The military sub-district and Commander Zhao have helped a lot in the construction of Qingchuan, and the relationship between the military and the local government is very harmonious. I respect the old chief with Commander Zhao, and ask the old chief to support us Qingchuan! ”

Zhao Chuang stood beside the old chief, picked up the wine glass, and drank the more than four taels of Moutai wine in the cup. Yu Sihai felt that the wine in his stomach couldn't go down, so he rushed up, but he didn't dare to drag it at all, gritted his teeth, opened his mouth wide, and poured the glass of wine directly.

Seeing off the old chief, Yu Sihai's whole body relaxed, and he felt that his stomach was turning upside down, which was particularly uncomfortable. When I entered the bathroom, I squatted by the toilet and vomited as much as I could, and strangely, I only spit out a few small mouthfuls and couldn't vomit anymore. When he returned to his room, he fell asleep, and slept hazy for an hour, when he felt a circle of things in his throat rushing down, and hurriedly spit into the paper basket, which turned out to be a pool of blood. He suddenly became much more sober and picked up his mobile phone to call the emergency number.

Hearing that it was just gastric mucosal bleeding, Yuan Jinpeng breathed a sigh of relief. Yu Sihai's face seemed to be a little better, and he opened his eyes.

Seeing Yuan Jinpeng coming in, Yu Sihai said: "Xiao Yuan, you let everyone go back, you and Xiao Wang can stay." ”

Yuan Jinpeng was about to reflexively go out with a "good", but Yu Sihai said again: "Let everyone go back and don't spread this nonsense." Be sure to pay attention to the impact! ”

Yuan Jinpeng said: "Secretary Yu, don't worry, I will explain clearly." ”

Everyone also stayed in the hospital for a lot of time, and when they saw Yuan Jinpeng come out and ask them to go back, they pushed the boat and left, promising to take care of their mouths.

The infusion did not end until more than two o'clock in the morning, Yu Sihai wanted to go back to the dormitory, but the director of the hospital disagreed, saying that he must stay for observation, and he could not take responsibility if something happened. Yu Sihai had no choice but to give up and let Yuan Jinpeng sleep on a wire bed next to him, and Wang Ke had to drive during the day and go home to rest.

In the morning, Yu Sihai ate a little porridge and milk, and then infused. After a while, people came to visit one after another. The first to enter the door was Qi Yulin, chairman of the Municipal Women's Federation, holding flowers and carrying a fruit basket. Then Ouyang Kai and a few people from the group ******** came to the door with a large bag of tonics. The third group came to the door with Qiu Hailang of the Municipal Planning Commission, who not only gave a nourishing gift, but also sandwiched a red envelope in the gift. Then a few came to the left, a few to the right, and it didn't stop.

Yu Sihai seemed unhappy and kept his face calm. Yuan Jinpeng explained: "Last night, I told these people to keep it secret, but I didn't expect it to be passed out. ”

Yu Sihai said: "The impact is too bad, what a glorious thing?!" Xiao Yuan, Xiao Wang, you go out and guard the door for me, no one can come in! ”

This gate is not easy to guard, and the Land Management Bureau, the Forestry Bureau, and the Education Bureau ......, and many bureau leaders have come one after another. In the face of these main leaders, Yuan Jinpeng and Wang Ke greeted each other with a smile on their faces, while keeping these people out of the door. Most of these people are also interesting, and they don't have to see the world, leave the gift bag and go back.

At noon, Yu Sihai's infusion ended, Yuan Jinpeng and Wang Ke counted it, and a total of 33 groups of people came to visit in the morning, leaving 33 gifts, 26 red envelopes, and 30,000 yuan.

Yu Sihai was so angry that his face turned blue: "I don't know how many groups of people will come in the afternoon and tomorrow, I, the hero of Moutai, am going to become famous, and I don't know how to arrange this story up and down." I went home and rested for two days to hide from these people. ”

Yuan Jinpeng said: "Secretary Yu, you still have to get a hanging needle, how can you go?" ”

Yu Sihai said: "It's okay, my lover is a doctor in the Second Affiliated Hospital of the Provincial People's Republic of China, isn't it just a two-day drip and porridge, a trivial matter." Xiao Yuan, you deal with these gifts, register the red envelopes, donate the money to the Hope Project, and hand over the receipts to the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection.