Hanhai Railway Station Headquarters Building, a corner of the hall; Xu Wenqiang sat on the sofa, holding a teacup and drinking hot tea in small sips.

Occasionally glanced at Feng Chengcheng, who was sitting next to him, his eyes were red and swollen, and he was sobbing slightly.

He probably understood that Feng Chengcheng followed him to Hanhai, and the reason was probably that Feng Chengcheng only recognized him now.

It's like grasping at a straw. knew that Hanhai was the enemy, so he followed hard. Because of this, Feng Chengcheng has no other choice.

She is a girl in her twenties, and when she encounters such an accident, her mind is already a lake of pulp, and she has no ideas.

Only subconsciously follow the people you know.

And in front of her, she only knows Xu Wenqiang - although they only meet in the water.

But here's what's next... Xu Wenqiang shook his head secretly. Don't let me come, but I want to come, the enemy here, I know how it will end.

But he probably can't do it.

Coming to this Hanhai Building, looking at this magnificence, Xu Wenqiang felt a lot of emotion in his heart - this weather, Hanhai is really unusual.

He had been in the Jingshi before, and the Jingshi had been the center of the storm for many years; However, the degree of development of Jingshi is obviously not as good as that of Shanghai Tang.

Jingshi is not without luxury, but it is more ancient and traditional; The magnificence of Shanghai Tang lies in the fact that it is a frontier, and it is much more open than Jingshi in all aspects.

A place like Hanhai Headquarters would never be found in Jingshi.

asked the front desk and said that he was looking for Fang Yanyun, an old classmate Yunyun; The front desk invited them to sit on the sofa next to them to rest, and served hot tea and snacks, this is not a restaurant, inn, but the service attitude is undoubtedly excellent.

said that he would call immediately, and after making the call, he said that Fang Yanyun would come over immediately.

Xu Wenqiang sat and drank hot tea, and as time passed, his heart gradually became a little apprehensive.

——When Fang Yanyun sees him like this, will she look down on him?

That's what I thought.

When Fang Yanyun walked in with a high heel, facing the smiling face, Xu Wenqiang stood up, but he didn't know what to say.

Fang Yanyun looked at him - old suits, old leather shoes, and haggard expressions and scruffy beards - Fang Yanyun's eyes flickered for a moment - compared to the Xu Wenqiang in her memory, who was full of energy, pointing out the country, and exalting words, the one in front of her was almost two people.

She sighed lightly and said with a smile, "Old classmate, long time no see."

...

Dong Hongyu sent off the secretary of the General Chamber of Commerce, exhaled softly, rubbed her temples, leaned on the back of the chair, and was a little tired.

These days, she is the busiest.

Not to mention, my heart is tired.

There was a huge town hall, like a garbage dump, and a group of people didn't know anything but how to make money; All kinds of problems are piled up, but no one solves them; It's like a temple, and it's full of clay wooden tires!

She wants to sort out the order of the city hall, get rid of those who don't do things and do bad things, and promote those who are capable and install themselves...

You have to deal with people from the Chamber of Commerce, you have to deal with foreign devils, you have to deal with other officials...

It's a mess all over.

Thanks to Huan Yan and Zhong Li's assistance, on the side of the Tax Corps, Ah Wen also came to stand in person; There is also a team of internal guards sent by Zhao Jingyang to give her instructions, otherwise it will be difficult.

….

In a foul-smelling pile of mud, snow-white flowers must carry a raging flame. Otherwise it will soon be dark!

Fortunately, she has strong wrists, and after a few days, she has gradually sorted out some ways.

The officer who had just come over from the Chamber of Commerce discussed with her for a while about Yu Hangxing's problem; The discussion is about the solution to the matter that was related to the official face after Yu Hangxing's death.

Rub your temples for a while and relax a little; Dong Hongyu took another sip of cold tea, re-energized, and thought about how to thoroughly sort out the city hall.

It's not going to be easy.

Although it is a bunch of clay wooden tires, there are two of them, and they all have backers behind them. To take down these people, it is not a matter of one sentence or two.

Gotta have a handle.

She pondered, after returning home, she had to go through Zhao Jingyang's study - the Sanmao Wind News Department found all kinds of secret news, and there should be what she needed.

As long as you have the handle of these people, you will naturally have a way to handle it.

Clean up the dirt, bring in clean water, and liven up the stall before you can transform Shanghai Beach into its ideal appearance.

Make Shanghai Tang an important fulcrum – a fulcrum for the realization of great ideals with like-minded people.

The phone rings.

Dong Hongyu grabbed the microphone, and when she heard it, she frowned: "They refuse?!"

Dong Hongyu's voice raised suddenly: "They are not qualified to refuse! The minimum wage policy must be implemented, unwilling? Let them come to me!"

Hanging up the phone, Dong Hongyu's eyes were extremely cold.

...

Sanmao was wearing an old gown and squatting under a tree on the side of the street, looking like a hanger. From time to time, the eye glanced at the back door of a courtyard not far to the left.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a girl wearing a floral cotton coat and two pigtails came out of it.

"Little Swallow!"

Sanmao stood up all of a sudden, and his happy appearance was beyond words.

The little girl was eleven or twelve years old, with a cute red face, and when she saw Sanmao, she was obviously very happy, and jumped over: "Brother Sanmao!"

Sanmao didn't say a word, picked her up and left: "I'll take you to the park today!"

Xiao Yan said, "I'm not going."

"Huh?" Sanmao said, "Didn't you say it the day before yesterday?"

Xiao Yan said, "My brother won't let me go... He said there was something going on in the door these days..."

When Sanmao heard this, he wrinkled his nose: "What can you Jingwumen do? Your brother is sick, and you are not allowed to go out to play?"

Xiao Yan said, "Your brother is sick!"

Not happy.

Sanmao smiled and said, "I don't have a brother. Yes, it's your brother."

said, "Whatever, don't worry, I'll take you out to play, and it will be fine!" You believe me!"

Xiao Yan hesitated.

She also wanted to go out to play, but her brother Chen Zhen wouldn't let her run around; She just sneaked out, and if she hadn't seen her for a long time, her brother would have gone crazy.

Then I heard a shout: "Xiao Yan!"

The two of them fought together and turned around, and it was terrible; A young man in a short coat, medium stature, and very sharp eyes was staring viciously at the hands held by Sanmao and Xiaoyan!

"Boy!"

Chen Zhen shouted and rushed over: "Let go of my sister!"

Sanmao reflexively let go of Xiaoyan's hand and pulled his legs to run; But suddenly stopped—no, I can't beat him!

That is, he turned around and punched the hand that Chen Zhen grabbed over.

Syllable!

Chen Zhen only felt that the palm of his hand was like a drill, and one arm was instantly paralyzed, and he surged vigorously, and he couldn't help but retreat again and again!

I was taken aback.

"Brother, don't..."

Xiao Yan came to an abrupt end.

Sanmao snorted, "I'm not afraid of you."

As he spoke, he grabbed Xiaoyan's hand and left, "I have to take her out to play today!"

Chen Zhen was stunned, and after a while, he came back to his senses, and Sanmao and Xiaoyan had already gone away.

He stretched out his hand and snorted, "Damn!"

But I was still surprised - that kid, how old does he look like? But a punch came down, and he couldn't catch it; Where did you get such a powerful hairy boy?!

Chen Zhen was puzzled and watched Sanmao disappear into sight with his sister.

[Chen Zhen, from Jingwumen]

[Chen Xiaoyan, from Jingwumen]

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