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Looking at the cigarette and alcohol bag that the middle-aged man casually put aside, Wang Zijun didn't say much, but enthusiastically made tea and poured water, and talked with the man. During the conversation, Wang Zijun learned that this was the deputy director of the Jiang City Public Security Bureau, named Zhang Songnian, and Wang Zijun's father was a middle school classmate, the kind of uncle classmate in a different class.

For the relationship between the Chinese people, Wang Zijun's intuition is like a spider's web, no matter what this person thinks, one thing can be concluded: this is to get closer to his father. Multiple friends and multiple roads, for the resources sent to Mén, simply don't say a word, and directly into the pocket. Wang Zijun naturally treated this person warmly, and after a while, the title in his mouth became Uncle Zhang.

This Zhang Songnian was disappointed when he heard that Secretary General Wang was not at home, but when he sat down to talk to Wang Zijun, he felt fortunate that he did not turn around and leave, especially Wang Zijun wrote his phone number and pager on a notepad seriously, and when his father came back, he immediately called Uncle Zhang back, which made him feel good.

Zhang Songnian saw that Wang Zijun treated people and things, polite, not leaking, and clearly organized, and sighed in his heart, whether it was talent or ears, this young man was not simple. I sat down for a while with a lot of emotion, and I was about to leave.

At this time, my mother walked out of the kitchen, looking at the cigarettes and alcohol next to the coffee table, and her face was a little embarrassed.

"Sister-in-law, since the secretary-general is not at home, then I will visit again another day." Zhang Songnian is also a member of the Cheng Jīng generation, why don't you understand the meaning of the secretary-general's wife? Since he is here to pull the relationship, he naturally can't get the things he brought back, so he smiled and had to leave.

Wang Zijun saw the embarrassment on his mother's face, and said with a faint smile: "Uncle Zhang, I'll send you." While speaking, Wang Zijun took out a bucket of tea leaves from the chōu drawer under the coffee table and said: "Uncle Zhang, this is the Longjing that my father brought from West Lake, you can take it and taste it, anyway, I don't understand, but I heard our secretary general say that it is good, it tastes great." ”

Listening to Wang Zijun's half-joking words, Zhang Songnian was not a procrastinator, so he took the tea and said without pretentiousness: "Then uncle is welcome, Zijun, if you have the opportunity, go to me."

"Hey, hey, it's a mistake. But when my dad heard that I gave it to his classmates, he shouldn't say anything, Mom, if someone sends something in the future, you can just give someone something back," Wang Zijun pointed to the Moutai wine and said, "For example, return this." ”

"You little thing, you really have a bit of a brain." The old mother was silent for a moment, feeling that what her son said made sense, and laughed softly and scolded.

After eating the noodles and chatting with his mother for a while, Wang Zijun, who had nothing to do, picked up Zhang Songnian's Moutai and said: "Mom, I'm going to bribe and bribe the old man of our family, and I can have a meal at his place for lunch!" ”

Seeing that her son was going to see his grandfather, his mother did not object, but told him to go home for dinner at night.

Wang Zijun, who said yes, pedaled the car and left the house. On college campuses in the fall, the weather begins to cool down. After being hot for more than half a year, such a season makes people feel not bleak, but comfortable and cozy.

Secretary Wang, who is rare and leisurely, leisurely pedaled around a small river on campus, but when he saw the stream murmuring, the autumn chrysanthemums swaying, and the trees shaking the breeze, the ease in his heart was indescribable. I haven't ridden far yet, and suddenly I saw a familiar figure: Lin Ying'er!

Lin Yinger, who was wearing a tender yellow sè top, stone blue sè denim kù, looked exceptionally clear, natural, and watery, Lin Yinger was riding a bicycle, with a long ponytail fluttering in the wind, and a green chūn beauty and young nv breath came to her face.

Although it was a refreshing late autumn, Wang Zijun still rode out in a hot sweat because of his hard work. Lin Ying'er's pedaling speed was not slow, Wang Zijun chased half a street, but he didn't catch up yet. Looking at the fluttering ponytail in front of him, Wang Zijun secretly said in his heart, this chasing NV child is really a technical job.

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