"Santiao, do you still have a room?"
Santiao immediately replied, "Yes, I've reserved a private room for you. Are you coming over now?"
"Yes, I'll be right there."
"Alright, I'll arrange for someone to prepare it."
After hanging up, Lu Yiwei closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat, deep in thought. In the past, he had always sat in the front passenger seat, often carrying a briefcase and holding two or three cell phones in his hands, busily and methodically arranging the schedule for the leader. But now, he was sitting in the back seat and had become half a leader. When entering and exiting important occasions, someone would personally open the door for him. When eating, he sat in the middle, and the people below him trembled with fear and shamelessly flattered him. In the past, he hated these compliments, but when he really sat in the position of a leader, he finally understood what it meant to be forced and insincere.
In the eyes of outsiders, being an official was the most unskilled job. Even a fool could do it. There was a secretary to write the speeches, there was someone to do the work, and when going out, there were hundreds of people to respond to a single call. It was glorious and imposing. But who could understand the hardships and helplessness of officialdom? From the moment he stepped into this line of work, his body's time no longer belonged to him. There were endless meals, drinks, and talks. He did not even have free time. He spoke and did things carefully, as if he was walking on thin ice. If he was not careful, he would be consigned to eternal damnation. It could be said that those who could survive were definitely the cream of the crop.
In essence, one of the things that officials did every day was to deal with interpersonal relationships. The people of China were the most concerned about human relations. They had to embody human emotions at all levels. It was the same project, but why was it placed in Weiyang District and not Qiyang District? Behind it was the competition and competition of interpersonal relationships. It depended on who had a stronger network and a stronger background. In addition, he had to deal with the complicated relationships between the higher-ups, sister counties and cities, vertical departments, departments under his jurisdiction, lower departments, and grass-roots towns. Without a strong leader, how could he straighten out these relationships and maintain balance? It could be said that it was very difficult.
Therefore, people in the officialdom were all cunning and slick. They wore many masks and walked among the officials. The longer one stayed in the officialdom, the more one trembled in fear, even fear. However, in order to survive, Zhen Huan, who could not be beaten to death, had long since trained to be impenetrable, impenetrable to all poisons.
It had been fourteen years since Lu Yiwei stepped into the officialdom. He had experienced many ups and downs, and he had long since grown tired of this kind of life. He had wanted to escape several times, but in the end, he was forced to stay. This was not his original intention, but he could no longer control himself. Just as Zhang Zhiyuan had said, he was not an individual, but the core of the circle.
Lu Yiwei would never have imagined that he would be able to come this far even if he were to rewind time by ten years. At that time, he only had one thought, and that was to find a way to escape from North River Town and clear his name. However, the development seemed to be unable to stop the car. He jumped out of Nanyang County and rose to the provincial capital. He married the daughter of a department leader and received support and care from so many people. He had long gotten rid of his identity as a peasant and became a political star that others envied and envied.
Now, he had everything. He had a car, a house, a wife, a son, and a daughter. He never lacked money and lived a life that he had never dared to dream of, but he was not happy at all. Especially in the past few years, his life had been particularly stressful and tiring. Material things had forever made up for his spiritual needs.
A person's state of mind would slowly change as they grew older. When a person reached middle age, their personality and emotions tended to become more mature. They seemed to have lost their direction and did not know what they wanted. More often than not, they learned to obey, put themselves in a box, and did their best to hide the anxiety and hesitation in their hearts.
Lu Yiwei's current thought was to escape, the further the better. He would be willing to leave Jiangdong City, even if it was to go to a remote grass-roots level. At least he would be free and unfettered. He would not have to live like a walking corpse like he was now. However, would he be able to escape?
"Secretary-General Lu, we're here."
The driver, Hu Peng, reminded him several times before he came back to his senses. Lu Yiwei sat up, rubbed his face, adjusted his emotions, and got out of the car. When he saw three people coming down the stairs to greet him, he immediately smiled. This smile was sincere in the face of an old classmate.
Lu Yiwei and three people had always had a very harmonious relationship. In the past, they talked and ate very casually, but now they seemed to have become cautious, no longer joking like before, and spoke very politely. He did not want this to be the case, but as his social status rose, he slowly lost friends. In the eyes of others, he was a leader.
Lu Yiwei made eye contact with him, walked up to Ma Feifei, and introduced him enthusiastically, "Mayor Ma, this is three people, my university classmate. Now his business is very big. He opened a western restaurant and two Chinese restaurants on Xijiang Road. Last year, he opened a hot pot restaurant, and next, he plans to open five chain restaurants in the city."
Ma Feifei shook hands with him, looked up, and said, "Not bad, it's quite big. The last time I ate it, it was very good. There's nothing better than eating hot pot in winter. Look, he's here again. "
Three people had a sweet mouth and could not stop smiling. He said, "Oh, Mayor Ma, you're too kind. It's a blessing that you can come to my restaurant for a meal. In the future, if you want to eat, just give me a call. Or I can just send you to your home, so you don't have to come all the way. "
Ma Feifei smiled faintly and pulled down her short down jacket. She walked up the stairs and walked in surrounded by everyone. The people eating in the hall on the first floor saw such a scene, and they all stopped eating and looked over, not knowing where the big shots came from.
When they came to the private room on the second floor, Ma Feifei handed the bag in her hand to Shi Xiaoman, opened the zipper, and took off the down jacket, revealing a pure white sweater that outlined her full curves. Lu Yiwei instinctively looked at her, and then hurriedly looked away.
Ma Feifei seemed to be used to the man's eyes. She sat in the seat of honor, deliberately puffed out her chest, put her hands on the table, and looked at Lu Yiwei with a smile. "You must be hungry."
Lu Yiwei took off his jacket, hung it on the chair, and sat down. He said, "Not bad, I ate a lot for lunch. Also, I don't eat much at night, so I need to control my appetite. "
Ma Feifei looked at him in surprise and said, "Why, do you want to lose weight? You've maintained your figure quite well."
Lu Yiwei smiled helplessly and said, "I haven't had any fun every day, and my belly is showing. Plus, I don't have time to exercise now, and I feel that my body is not as good as before. "
"Hehe, how old are you? You sound like you're in your fifties or sixties. This was not a good sign. Young people should be full of vigor, not arrogant and old. Xiaoman, do you think Yiwei has changed in the past few years? "
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