In the afternoon, the two sat at the Liangmuyuan coffee shop. Outside the window, the camphor trees are dark and shiny, and there is emerald green stepping over the window lattice. Ning Zhiyuan knew that Dai Kanlan's marriage was still deadlocked, and her father-in-law might be the secretary of the Political and Legal Committee of the Provincial Party Committee. Wanjun broke up with her boyfriend and moved out of the house to live in a rented house alone, saying that she didn't want to listen to her parents' nagging. He looked at her silently, feeling that the years had made this princess feel a little vicissitudes, and she was no longer as bright and sunny as before, and he felt a little guilty in his heart.

Luo Wanjun asked casually, do you need my dad to say hello? He shook his head and said, I came out of the countryside of Yuezhou, and I feel good about myself now. Luo Wanjun lowered his head and drank coffee, then glanced at him faintly, and said for a while, Okay, if you have any ideas, just tell me, my father should take over as the secretary general of the provincial party committee in the next step, and I mentioned you to him. He changed the topic and asked, you are not small, personal problems still have to be solved. Luo Wanjun smiled bitterly and was silent.

The two of them fell silent, each drinking coffee, and the sun slowly set westward and reflected on them. Luo Wanjun lazily lay on the table and said, It's good to have you to drink coffee with you. Then look at him quietly with big eyes. This time, he didn't dodge anymore and looked at each other with a smile. Seeing that a flush slowly rose on her face, she thought to herself if she remembered the strong kiss that night, so she had a sweet taste, biting her lip, looking a little shy, Luo Wanjun's big eyes began to blur.

Suddenly remembered something, he asked, before Sister Xinyue went to Longshui, when I went to Shenzhen to study, I asked her how old her child was, and she didn't seem to be very happy. Luo Wanjun raised her hand and stretched out her hand to hit him, and said with white eyes, don't ask nonsense if you shouldn't ask. Seeing his puzzled look, he said quietly, from the two Lan sisters, I don't want to find someone I don't like to live with, Sister Xinyue's husband has rarely been at home in Kyoto for a long time, and more importantly, ...... At this point, Luo Wanjun stopped talking.

He thought, this is people's privacy, don't talk about it. Luo Wanjun sighed and muttered, why do we always feel that life is not satisfactory. He took the words, and nine times out of ten, his life was unsatisfactory. She covered her ears and shouted, not listening, old-fashioned poisonous chicken soup. Seeing her as cute as a little girl, I couldn't help but smile.

In the evening, it was only at eight o'clock that Jiang Fan, director of the editorial department of the city and county edition of Qiuchuan Daily, strode in and said loudly, I'm sorry Ha Wanjun, I neglected your friend. Luo Wanjun got up and made an introduction, and everyone sat around to start the dinner.

Ning Zhiyuan was surprised to find that Shi Wanqing had such a large amount of alcohol, and the big man Jiang Fan's face flushed, but she still did not change her face and raised her glass frequently. Luo Wanjun quietly took a sip of red wine, not at all as bold as when he drank with himself in Yuezhou.

Shi Wanqing raised her glass and said, Director Jiang, the page fee will be in accordance with your rules, how about you arrange someone to draft this draft? Jiang Fan glanced at Luo Wanjun and said with a smile, please ask Deputy Director Wanjun to arrange reporters. Luo Wanjun smiled lightly and said lightly, in fact, let Director Ning write the same. Ning Zhiyuan hurriedly pulled the corner of her clothes, and then said with a smile, where do I have such a high level, it is better to ask the newspaper to arrange a reporter to write it. Luo Wanjun thought about it and said, then let Ye Shan go, I've been busy lately, so I won't go in person. Ning Zhiyuan was a little disappointed and relieved, but now that he was down to business, he hurriedly added, I have a suggestion to see if it's okay, the page fee can be increased by 50,000, but if you want to make a headline, how about asking Director Jiang to coordinate? Luo Wanjun replied, it's so easy to say, the headlines on the front page need to be approved by the editor-in-chief. Ning Zhiyuan said with a smile, add another 100,000, a total of 1.5 million, a front-page headline, and a full page of the fourth page, this is appropriate. Jiang Fan laughed haha, then looked at him and said, Brother, you are the inner plate, Wanjun, you are responsible for the front page headline draft, and I will find the editor-in-chief for layout issues.

Shi Wanqing stood up happily, took Ning Zhiyuan, and raised a glass to toast to the two directors. When she returned to her seat, Shi Wanqing asked, can such a high amount of money be paid? He whispered back that economics is at the service of politics.

After the banquet was dismissed, Ning Zhiyuan followed Shi Wanqing back to the hotel, and when he said goodbye to Wanjun, he heard her ask, why did you pull the corner of my clothes during dinner? He looked at Shi Wanqing's back when he got into the car, and said in a low voice, Minister Shi is in charge of propaganda, and you are slapping them in the face. Luo Wanjun pouted and said, you just have a lot of crooked intestines. Ning Zhiyuan raised his hand with a smile, got in the car and left.