There were many people around Bai Zongfeng, but if one were to count carefully, there were only a few who were truly reliable. Bao Shuming, as the secretary general of the Municipal Party Committee, relied on him to coordinate important matters. Although Bai Zongfeng didn't like him, the position was there. If he didn't use it, it would seem like he wasn't broad-minded enough. Yan Jie, as his secretary, often followed him to various meetings. It was very tiring, and he played the role of many secretaries.
Lu Yiwei, on the other hand, was in between the two. He was in charge of the speech materials for important meetings, and also helped him deal with important matters. He even participated in personal matters for his family. Their relationship was indescribable. Many people who wanted to see Bai Zongfeng or had other ideas would go through him. Because of this, he had accumulated many connections.
Lu Yiwei smiled faintly. "I'm just a step ahead. You'll be promoted soon. Take your time. Leave opportunities for those who are prepared."
"Ah! I hope so. To be honest, I don't want you to leave. After you leave, many things will be on my shoulders. I won't even have someone to discuss with. "
Lu Yiwei immediately said, "You should think like this. As long as I leave, your opportunity will come."
Yan Jie raised his head to look at him and laughed. He raised his glass. "That makes sense. Then I'll thank you for leaving. Haha."
After exchanging greetings for a while, Yan Jie started to talk about the details of the standing committee. "When Secretary Bai suggested that you become the Gu Wei District Secretary, almost everyone raised their hands in unison. Your popularity is not just for show. If I remember correctly, this is the most unanimous meeting I've had in the standing committee."
Lu Yiwei said thoughtfully, "It seems like a good thing, but I've taken over a barrel of gunpowder. I don't know when it will explode. You should know the situation in the Guwei District. It's very complicated. I wasn't prepared at all to be suddenly pushed out. "
"With your ability, there's no need to worry. At least you're better than that Hou Zecheng who basks in the sun and bangs the bell."
"Right, what's Hou Zecheng's arrangement?"
"It wasn't decided at the meeting. I'll rest for now and wait for the organization's orders."
"Oh, there's no arrangement?"
Yan Jie looked around and lowered his voice. "I heard that Secretary Bai talked to Hou Zecheng. He's more or less angry, but he doesn't dare to go against the organization. He and Secretary Bai asked to be in the National People's Congress, but they might have rejected him. First, there are no seats, and second, he's not qualified. But I heard from Secretary Bao that he might be transferred to the Municipal Personnel Bureau. Zhang will retire very soon. "
"Oh, the Personnel Department is not bad either. Is he convinced?"
"So what if you're not convinced? People like him who occupy the latrine should have been kicked out long ago. Giving him the position of Director of the Municipal Personnel Bureau is already giving him enough face. If I cut him off, he would still obediently endure it. "
"Yes, it's quite decent. I'm just worried that he might find it hard to accept."
Yan Jie said, "Don't overthink it. In Jiangdong City, Secretary Bai has the final say. Who would dare to stand up and say otherwise? Mayor Liu used to look down on him, but in the end, he was still obedient. The situation in Guwei District is complicated, but with Secretary Bai's support, I believe you'll be able to make a breakthrough soon. "
The two of us drank until 2 am. Lu Yiwei was wide awake, while Yan Jie was unconscious. We drank to our heart's content, both to celebrate him and to numb ourselves. It was normal for people to have red eyes. Everyone envied him for having a good career. Ever since he'd met Zhang Zhiyuan, his career had been smooth sailing. In less than seven years, he'd accomplished something he couldn't do in his entire life. He'd turned around and soared into the sky.
Lu Yiwei took Yan Jie to a nearby hotel. He registered a room and then left.
Jiangdong City was quiet at night. There were only a few cars speeding on the road. The dim street lights shone on the withered trees on the side of the road. Together with the gloomy moonlight, it created a dazzling scene. The northwest wind was still blowing, and the frozen Xijiang River was sleeping, waiting for the next year to wake up.
At this moment, Lu Yiwei wasn't sleepy at all. He was in high spirits. He parked his car on the side of the road and walked up the stairs to the Xijiang River. He lit a cigarette and gazed at the other side of the river. There was an antique ship docked on the shore with red lanterns. Yes, it was the East Lake Gallery, the place where he and Su Meng often met.
Lu Yiwei puffed a mouthful of smoke into the air. It was hard to tell if it was smoke or hot air, but it disappeared in an instant. When he inhaled again, he choked and coughed like crazy. Soon, his face was covered in tears.
He held the railing and tried to suppress his emotions. He opened his mouth and cried, but he didn't dare to make a sound.
"Su Meng, are you okay?"
Maybe he only dared to vent his emotions when he was alone, using this unique way to mourn his dead love and loved ones. This had become an eternal pain in his heart, and it wouldn't change with the passage of time.
After he calmed down, he straightened his body and sat on a bench. His blurred eyes seemed to see Su Meng walking towards him affectionately. He thought it was real and shook his head hard. When he opened his eyes, he saw an old man slowly walking towards him with a stove selling roasted sweet potatoes.
Lu Yiwei immediately got up and walked forward to help him push the stove. He said with concern, "Uncle, it's so late. Why aren't you home?"
The old man looked up at him, coughed twice and said, "It's good to earn as much as possible. My grandson wants a pair of sneakers, and I've almost got enough."
Hearing this, Lu Yiwei couldn't help but feel sad. He was living a comfortable life now, but there were more people living at the bottom of the society, working day and night just for a pair of sneakers.
He stopped walking and took out his wallet from his pocket. He took out all the money and handed it to the old man. "I bought all the sweet potatoes. Is it enough?"
The old man looked at the stack of 100 yuan bills and waved his hand. "It's too much. It's not even worth 50 yuan in total."
Lu Yiwei forced it to him and said, "It's too much. Go home and rest early. Buy your grandson a pair of sneakers tomorrow. Don't let him catch a cold."
The old man took the money and said excitedly, "You're a good man. Thank you. Why do I feel like I've seen you before? "
"Really?"
"Yes, definitely. I think I've seen you on TV. Are you a leader?"
"No, you remembered wrongly. Give me a sweet potato."
The old man immediately turned on the stove and kept putting sweet potatoes into the bag.
"It's enough. I only need one."
After saying goodbye to the old man, Lu Yiwei returned to the car while eating the steaming roasted sweet potatoes. He planned to go home, but thinking that his wife and son were already asleep, he drove to his secret nest.
After returning home, he took off his clothes and took a hot shower. Lying comfortably on the sofa in his pajamas, he turned on the TV and watched it in boredom. There was no program that he liked. Thinking of the book Zhou Hengshan gave him in the study, he took it out and read it carefully. Unknowingly, he fell asleep on the sofa …
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