"Ah Ye, Flying Bear, let's go one."

In the private room of Jinding International KTV, Ling Feng held a can of beer and touched Wu Di and Jiao Daren.

After accompanying many leaders to eat the celebration banquet, Ling Feng found a chance to slip away, he naturally didn't have to be like the city and district leaders, but also found an opportunity to visit Meng Ao alone, and strive to leave a good impression in front of the secretary of the provincial party committee. For Ling Feng, the leader at the level of the provincial party secretary is really a little far away from him, although Meng Ao seems to have some appreciation for him, but this is just an affirmation of work.

"Tiger, look at your kid's dog-like appearance, it's not bad to mix." Jiao Daren hugged a beautiful girl with flowers, smiled and touched Ling Feng.

Wu Di is still silent, but the wine is very refreshing, basically the wine is dry. There was also a beautiful girl sitting next to him, but she was basically ignored.

"Fengzi, depending on the situation, Secretary Meng of the Provincial Party Committee seems to appreciate you very much, you have to seize the opportunity." Han Han took a cup and drank a glass with Ling Feng, for businessmen, if they can climb the door of the provincial party secretary, they can definitely develop unhindered and rapid within a province.

"Drink, drink." Ling Feng himself had little interest. To be honest, if it was a few years ago, he might have seized the opportunity to drill the camp, although it was impossible for him to be a whisker with his character, but he would definitely try his best to show his merits in front of Meng Ao.

"Let's only talk about Fengyue today, and not anything else?" Ling Feng smiled and raised his glass.

Han Han understood Ling Feng's character, so he changed the topic and talked about the wind and snow. Jiao Daren is also a veteran of the party, hugging the woman next to him and echoing with a smile, Wu Di is undoubtedly a dry drink.

"Ah Ye, you can't snub the beauties around you." Ling Feng has always been very grateful to Wu Di and Jiao Daren, the two of them accompanied him from birth to death and went through hardships before finally finding his nephew Zhang Ming. Years ago, after the three of them found the child, they hurriedly said goodbye, so that Ling Feng never found a chance to express his gratitude. This time, he naturally wanted to accompany the two of them to have a good drink.

Wu Di's face twitched slightly, revealing a smile that was more ugly than crying, but he still stiffened. There was no intention of approaching the woman next to him.

"Why aren't your girls enthusiastic at all now?" Han Han's hand roamed around Lisa's plump body beside him, deliberately pretending to be angry.

Lisa stood up with a smile, clapped her hands and said, "Girls, Mr. Han has opened his mouth to criticize, but we can't snub our guests." "Finished. stood up and squeezed to Wu Di's side, grabbed Wu Di's arm, and half of his body was pasted.

Wu Di wanted to dodge, but the girl on the other side also stuck to him and clamped him tightly in the middle. Then all the girls in the private room stood up and took turns toasting in front of Wu Di.

All of a sudden, Wu Di was besieged by enthusiastic girls, warblers and swallows, fragrant winds, so lively.

looked at Wu Di, who had always been calm and composed. In the midst of the scrambled among the women, even cold sweat broke out, Ling Feng, Jiao Daren and Han Han all showed evil smiles, gloating and drinking a total of three cups.

The atmosphere in the box gradually became warmer.

"Jingle Bell ......"

An untimely phone rang suddenly.

"Hey, who's that?" Ling Feng held the phone and didn't speak angrily.

"May I ask if it's Ling Feng?" A deep male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"It's me, what's the matter?" Ling Feng was a little drunk, and his voice was a little amplified.

"Ling Feng, Secretary Meng has something to talk to you about, please come right away." The voice on the other end of the line was still calm.

"What Secretary Meng, I don't know. You're on the wrong call! Ling Feng roared and hung up the phone.

Han Han looked at Ling Feng in astonishment.

After Ling Feng hung up the phone, he also reacted, the "Secretary Meng" on the phone may not be Meng Ao, Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee?

No way. It seems to be playing big now.

I think the person who called just now should be Meng Ao's secretary Ding Qishan.

Ding Qishan listened to the busy sound from the mobile phone, and his head was a little foggy for a while, as the personal secretary of the provincial party secretary, how many people dared to hang up his phone so blatantly? However, Ding Qishan could only smile bitterly, he still couldn't understand the relationship between the boss and Ling Feng. It seems that the owner appreciates this person very much.

After Meng Ao finished the dinner, he went back to the guest house for an hour's nap.

The outer living room was full of leaders of Huaihe City who came to pay a visit, as well as the top leaders of the following counties and districts, and Jiang Ran sat in the front row. Originally, Meng Ao was going to return to Shacheng that day, but after the dinner, he suddenly changed his plans and decided to stay in Huaihe for one night. After hearing the news, the officials of Huaihe City, who thought they were qualified to meet the secretary of the provincial party committee, naturally refused to let go of the opportunity.

Ding Qishan walked to Jiang Ran's side, bowed his head and said a few words in Jiang Ran's ear.

After listening, Jiang Ran showed a hint of surprise on his face. Ling Feng's appearance at the dinner party made him quite satisfied, knowing how to advance and retreat, and being arrogant, but he couldn't imagine that Ling Feng would dare to hang up Ding Qishan's phone.

Jiang Ran glanced at it, stretched out his hand to summon Kuang Youping, who was sitting in the last seat, and whispered a few words in Kuang Youping's ear.

Kuang Youping turned around and walked out of the living room.

When Ling Feng walked into the meeting room, it was already 9:50 in the evening, and the leaders of Huaihe City and the counties and districts below were still sitting upright in the meeting room.

Seeing Ling Feng, Ding Qishan greeted him and asked, "Ling Feng, come in quickly, the boss has been waiting for you for half an hour." After speaking, he pulled Ling Feng into the inner room.

Most of the people in the living room were stunned, especially the leaders of the counties and districts below basically didn't know Ling Feng, and they all guessed who this person was, and he could actually be received by the secretary of the provincial party committee between Secretary Jiang of the municipal party committee.

Meng Ao sat on the sofa and closed his eyes.

Ding Qishan closed the door and went out.

Ling Feng stood in front of the sofa with some restraint.

Meng Ao opened his eyes, pointed to the sofa opposite, and said, "Sit." ”

Ling Feng sat down as he said.

Meng Ao stared at Ling Feng, as if he wanted to see him through, Rao was a little unable to stand such sharp eyes with his concentration. This has nothing to do with martial arts cultivation, many people who have been in high positions for a long time have held the power of life and death of others for a long time, and they will form a powerful aura when they heat up, which is nothing more than a lot.

Ling Feng took a deep breath, and the true qi in his body immediately filled his body, diluting the pressure brought by the huge aura that Meng Ao had deliberately created. He slowly relaxed his whole body, leaned lazily on the sofa, and calmly looked at Meng Ao.

Neither spoke.

The atmosphere in the room was oppressive and solemn.

The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings.

Is Meng Ao's invitation a blessing or a curse for Ling Feng? (To be continued.) )