Han Yuhua's movement was not small before, how could Han Qishan withstand it?

Secretary Shi smiled: "Isn't this an eventful season?" ”

"Qin Lang and Ning Yishu were both suspended."

"On the side of the army, I asked someone to inquire, Qin Lang was ordered to go home because of his style, and the leaders have not yet agreed on it, how to punish him!"

"Old Man Han ran for him, but the times are different!"

There is no iron-like order, and there will be no favoritism because of human favoritism.

It is an indisputable fact that Qin Lang can't fight Yao Peiqian.

Yao Peiqian: "......"

He pressed the corners of his mouth and thought silently for a while: "This matter has to be asked!" ”

Qin Lang held Xiao Jie in his hand, as well as that Xiao Yu.

Yao Peiqian can't be careless.

Secretary Shi frowned: "Madame has been kicked out, we can't get in, how can we continue to find out?" ”

He felt that Li Shaodong, as the vice president, must have understood it very thoroughly.

Han Qishan undoubtedly suffered a stroke.

Yao Peiqian sighed: "You cancel the evening entertainment, I am going to visit the old man below." ”

Secretary Shi was stunned: "......"

Mr. Wen is a noble man who introduced Yao Peiqian to politics.

Relying on him, Yao Peiqian rose to the top and became the youngest leader.

Ten years ago, Mr. Wen retired to the mountains and forests, and the idle clouds and wild cranes went.

Before leaving, he said that there was nothing important, don't bother him.

"Old Man Wen, will you be angry?" Now, is it something important?

Yao Peiqian sneered: "Old Man Han is no longer good, isn't it important?" ”

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, pay more attention to Ding He's case!"

Chen Yongqing's favor is easy to sell!

Secretary Shi immediately changed the topic: "I don't know why, Gu Zhen's assistant relented and didn't sue him." ”

"The bitter master didn't tell him, and it didn't have a bad impact, and he was ready to release him."

When Yao Peiqian heard this, he immediately said: "Then what are you waiting for, urge you to release people quickly!" ”

"How to say it, how to do it, you should understand it!"

"Understood!" Isn't it just to put the credit on yourself and sell Chen Yongqing a favor.

Secretary Shi is good at this.

…………

Outside the villa in the western suburbs of J City, it is approaching dusk.

A private house located behind the apricot blossom forest, surrounded by an artificial lake, is expensive.

Secretary Shi parked the car firmly in a secret place, and Yao Peiqian got out of the car alone and walked slowly inside.

Before he came, he had already informed him by phone.

The butler-like man opened the door, let him in, and led him through the deep courtyard.

The antique building of the villa has a hanging flower door, and there is a corridor that copies the hand, and the leisure and elegance of carved beams and painted columns are everywhere.

Yao Peiqian, who was accustomed to seeing wealth and wealth, unconsciously held his breath and slowed down his pace, for fear of disturbing the delicate flowers and plants in the courtyard.

Old Man Wen's younger brother, who went into exile that year, obtained the first pot of gold by selling his main business.

Later, the business became bigger and bigger, and he became a wealthy businessman in Southeast Asia.

It's a pity that life can't be perfect, and my younger brother has no children to inherit the family business.

Old man Wen passed his second son to his younger brother.

However, a few years later, the younger brother died, and the second son inherited a huge fortune.

The second son was filial and bought a private house in J City for Mr. Wen to enjoy his old age.

This is a gift from children, the assets are clear, and no one says a word nonsense.

Old Man Wen lives in peace and openness.

The housekeeper led Yao Peiqian through the palatial living room to the door of the study:

"Old man, Yao Peiqian is here!"

He called Yao Peiqian by his name, and did not take his official title in his eyes at all.

The sensitive Yao Peiqian didn't feel the slightest bit wrong.

An old and calm voice sounded from the house: "Come in!" ”

The housekeeper pushed open the door and let Yao Peiqian enter the house.

Yao Peiqian nodded in thanks and walked into the study lightly.

The study has floor-to-ceiling windows on one side and bookshelves on three walls.

The dim sunset, shining through the window, casts on the wide bookcase near the window, reflecting loneliness and vicissitudes.

There was no light in the room, only a red wax burning on the corner of the table with a carved pear tree, and the wax oil with the scent of sandalwood was ticking on the candlestick.

The chair behind the desk turned.

On it sat an old man with gray temples and no anger and self-authority, holding a string of vajra bodhi seeds in his hand.

Yao Peiqian immediately bent down: "Old man! ”

Old man Wen, surnamed Wen, has a single name.

He nodded at Yao Peiqian: "Didn't you say that the world outside, don't bother me anymore?" ”

"Old man, my father-in-law is sick, but I am not allowed to visit the patient!"

Yao Peiqian knew that in front of Wen Ting, it was best not to beat around the bush and explain the purpose concisely.

He said bluntly: "Junior, I want you to go out of the mountain and help me." ”

"If my father-in-law is critically ill, but I can't fulfill my filial piety, what will outsiders think?"

He said it very explicitly, just because he was afraid that outsiders would say three or four!

Wen Ting's sharp and dark pupils shot out a sharp ray of light, and then, it turned back into kind eyebrows:

"You are really, you are not afraid that I will scold you for being unfilial!"

"Old man, it's not up to me to decide whether to be filial or not, I want to be filial to my father-in-law!" Isn't that a chance not given?

Yao Peiqian explained his intention straightforwardly, and stood quietly in the room without saying a word.

Wen Ting lowered his eyes and quietly brushed his Vajra Bodhi seed.

The wick of red wax emits a crackling candle.

The sunset outside completely fell to the horizon, and in the study, it became gloomy and cold.

Wen Ting finished brushing the last Vajra Bodhi and put it on his wrist.

"Han Qishan, I have also been friends for many years."

"He's sick, I really should talk about it!"

"Tomorrow!"

Yao Peiqian was overjoyed: "Thank you, old man!" ”

…………

In the detention center, Ding He stood at the door blankly.

He was released in advance, and the family didn't know about it yet.

No one came to pick him up.

Ding He took out the returned cigarettes and lighters from his pocket.

He lit a cigarette and spat out a smoke ring at the scorching sun.

I don't know what happened to Chen Lei's company.

Without him as a housekeeper, it is estimated that Gu Zhen will bite off a lot of meat.

He took two puffs of his cigarette, quenched his addiction, stepped on the cigarette butt, and prepared to walk to the front intersection and take a taxi.

At this moment, a black sedan slowly stopped in front of him.

Secretary Shi got out of the car and said courteously: "Ding Gongzi? I'm here to take you home! ”

Ding He: "......"

Of course he knew Secretary Shi, and every day on TV, he followed the dog legs behind Yao Peiqian's buttocks.

But why did the other party come to pick him up?

Ding He was in the detention center, but he didn't know what was happening outside.

Seeing his suspicious eyes, Secretary Shi refused to get into the car, and said with a smile:

"Ding Gongzi, the mayor and your father, Senior Official Chen, are comrades-in-arms when they were young."

"Knowing that you were arrested, he was very anxious, but he couldn't openly act for you, but he kept trying."

"Fortunately, the hard work paid off, and you finally came out!"

It seems that Ding He came out, and it was all the credit of Yao Peiqian.