Although Xu Caimao was a provincial leader, he wasn't as arrogant as Lou Haisheng. "Lao Bai has praised you more than once. Work hard with him."
"Thank you, Mr. Xu."
After another glass of wine, Lu Yiwei felt dizzy. Xu Shousong pointed at him and said, "Don't just drink. Eat something."
Xu Shousong used to oppress Lu Yiwei, but because of his relationship with Xu Lei, the two families became closer. Some things were just coincidences. Who would have thought that his son, Xu Lei, was his long-lost younger brother, Lu Yifeng?
Lu Yiwei ate a few mouthfuls and turned to Xu Shousong with a smile. "Secretary Xu …"
Xu Shousong didn't wait for me to finish and brought his wine over. "Don't drink so much. Drink mine. I'll drink for you."
Lou Haisheng stopped him. "You can't do that. You and I are all big glasses. Why are you breaking the rules? Even if it's a substitute, it should be Lao Fan. Do as you see fit. "
Fan Rongkui didn't say anything. He took the big glass and laughed. "It's fine. It's not a big deal." Then, he drank it in one gulp.
Lu Yiwei drank one glass of wine before leaving. He hated this kind of occasion, but he had to put on a smiling face. After one round, he drank at least half a bottle of wine. He stood up and said goodbye to the leaders, then returned to his room.
Xiao Zhiliang knew Xu Shousong was next door, but it wasn't appropriate for him to drink with him. He followed Lu Yiwei to drink.
Lu Yiwei had drunk a little too much just now, so his head was dizzy. He was resting on the table when his phone rang. He didn't even look at the caller. "Who is it?"
The caller was surprised. "Secretary Lu, did you drink too much?"
Lu Yiwei didn't know who the caller was. Anyway, it was a woman. He tried to recall but couldn't remember. "I didn't drink too much. What are you doing?"
"I'm outside. Where are you?"
"I'm eating outside. Do you need anything?"
"Oh, forget it then. I was going to invite you over for dinner."
Lu Yiwei seemed to recognize who the other party was. It was Liang Qingru, the Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee.
Liang Qingru was a 28-year-old girl from Sichuan. She was petite and graceful. She had an impressive figure and a pretty face. Her big eyes were especially vivid. She was a typical southern beauty. He had just been transferred over from Sichuan.
From Sichuan to Xijiang, the two seemingly unrelated places could actually be connected. The fact that Liang Qingru was working in another province was beyond people's imagination. Some people said that her family background was strong and that she was here for a transition, and that she would be promoted and transferred away in a few years. Some even said that her man was in Xijiang and that she had been transferred over to reunite with him. There were also some who spoke particularly harshly, saying that she was someone's mistress or someone's lover. There were many different accounts, and there was a lot of discussion. As the saying goes, a woman cannot live without beauty in the officialdom.
Lu Yiwei was not familiar with her, but they often ran into each other when they worked in the same office building. He had a good impression of her. She was straightforward, cheerful, lively, intelligent, and quick-witted. She spoke quickly and did things in a hurry. Maybe it was because of her young age, there seemed to be no fear in her eyes. No matter how powerful the leaders she met were, she was neither servile nor overbearing. She was full of youthful vitality and used her unique charm to infect the people around her. It could be said that she was a clean stream in the officialdom and was loved by the leaders. In other words, she was inexperienced and lacked shrewdness. She brought her personality to the officialdom, which had always been serious and solemn. This kind of people often went to extremes. They were either promoted quickly or died without knowing how.
Because many people could not figure out her identity, and the work of the Municipal Party Committee was relatively remote, she rarely had conflicts of interest with others. Even so, there were still people who could not stand her and tried to set up traps to frame her.
One time, someone gave her a bad idea to move the office of the Municipal Party Committee out of the Municipal Party Committee building. When Lu Yiwei learned about it, he stopped her in time. In his view, Liang Qingru was just like him in the past, fearless and daring. However, this kind of character was undoubtedly different in the officialdom. He needed to give her some advice to avoid walking down his old path.
Liang Qingru did not have any friends here, and this inexplicable call made Lu Yiwei confused. He forced a smile and said, "Thank you for still thinking about me. I will treat you another day."
"Okay. When is it?"
It was just a polite greeting, but Liang Qingru took it seriously. Lu Yiwei could only say, "Then you can decide the time."
Liang Qingru naively thought for a moment and said, "How about this Saturday?"
Lu Yiwei remembered that he still had to bring his son to the aquarium, so he said, "Friday night."
"Okay. That's settled."
After hanging up the phone, Lu Yiwei helplessly smiled and put his phone aside. At this time, Xiao Zhiliang came in with a red face and said with a pained expression, "The provincial leader is really bold and unrestrained. You even used a big cup. Fortunately, there are not many people here, or else I would have been drunk."
Officials from the grassroots all had an amazing capacity for liquor. It was not a taboo to say that many of them got their official positions by drinking. The wine culture in the officialdom had a long history and was enduring. It contained a profound and unfathomable study of interpersonal relationships. They seemed to be drinking and chatting with each other, but in fact, they were all sober.
Lu Yiwei was a man of few words now, unlike before when he could speak with assurance and composure. It was a taboo in the officialdom to say too much. It might seem like a casual joke, but people would take it out of context and spread it everywhere. If he was not sure, he would not say it. Take Zhang Zhiyuan for example. The relationship between them had gone beyond ordinary friendship, but they still had reservations on key issues. After all, they were in different positions. As someone close to Bai Zongfeng, some of his words could be misunderstood by others, so he had to be more careful.
Xiao Zhiliang poured a cup of wine and lit a cigarette, "Brother Lu, you are young and promising. You still have a lot of time to fight for more opportunities. But I will be 53 after this year. People often say that the officialdom has a golden decade, but I did not seize this opportunity. I have been wandering around the grassroots, from Guchuan County to Nanyang County, from an ordinary officer to the secretary of the County party committee. I have devoted most of my life to the cause of the party. I dare not say the credit, but only I know the hard work. I don't want to be remembered forever, but I will be satisfied as long as I don't bear the infamy. "
It seemed to be a simple complaint, but there was another purpose. Lu Yiwei understood what he meant and said, "You were elected as the secretary of the County party committee with a high number of votes last year. This is the recognition of the people of Nanyang. If you can spread what you just said next year, Nanyang will have earth-shaking changes. At that time, you will be the greatest official in the history of Nanyang. "
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