This is supposed to be a private event, and Tian Jundong's appearance has put Lu Yiwei in a difficult position. This Niu Fuyong didn't even discuss things before making a decision. Wasn't this putting him in a passive position?
Tian Jundong sat down on the sofa and put the phone and the dazzling Ferrari keys on the coffee table. He took out a pack of Zhongnanhai cigarettes from his pocket and handed it over. "Brother Lu, do you want one?"
Lu Yiwei hesitated for a while and took the cigarette. Tian Jundong lit the cigarette with a lighter and smiled. "We are used to smoking Zhongnanhai cigarettes. It is lighter and better than Zhonghua or Yellow Crane Tower."
Lu Yiwei took a puff and said. "I don't know much about smoking. Anything is fine."
Niu Fuyong stepped forward and said. "I can vouch for this. Brother Lu is an easy-going person. The reason why he could become a high-ranking official so smoothly is because of the people's approval. When you were in the countryside, you can still smoke cigarettes that cost 2 RMB. How many people can do that? Haha. "
Lu Yiwei replied indifferently. "Fuyong, don't talk nonsense. Isn't there a saying? Don't compare ranks in the capital. There are plenty of officials in the capital. I am just a small official. What's there to brag about?"
Tian Jundong waved his hand. His every action shows his unique temperament. He does not have the bluff of those second-generation officials and is more humble and reserved. "Brother Lu is wrong. The officials in the capital cannot be compared to you local officials. Most of them come from the government, and you are a high-ranking official. You have a lot of power."
Lu Yiwei smiled and did not say anything. To be honest, he is not willing to make friends with these so-called second-generation officials. It is not because he looks down on them, but he does not know what they are up to. Niu Fuyong had brought him out more than once. He must have a motive. Furthermore, these people are not people he can afford to offend.
He had advised Niu Fuyong more than once to stay away from these second-generation officials. He really cannot afford to offend them. Today you have money to make friends with him, but what if one day you don't? At the end of the day, he's only interested in your money. He even thinks that you're an idiot who follows behind him like a little brother. When he doesn't need you anymore, he'll just kick you away. If he dares to step on you, do you dare to provoke him?
After a brief awkward silence, Niu Fuyong managed to diffuse the awkwardness by saying, "Brother Lu, Jundong contributed a lot in the previous incident. I directly called Secretary Zhang of the Provincial Party Committee. I was right in front of him. Secretary Zhang immediately promised not to investigate further. He's definitely a good brother! "
Lu Yiwei found it a little fake, but he didn't dare to doubt it. He quickly said, "Thank you so much. If there's a chance, I'll treat you to a good drink alone."
Tian Jundong said contentedly, "It's just a small matter, not worth mentioning. You're Fuyong's friend, so you're my friend. There's no need to be so polite between friends. In the future, if there's anything you need, feel free to look for me. Especially when you're in Beijing, there's nothing you can't settle. Oh, of course, don't ask too much. Haha. "
Lu Yiwei laughed and turned to Pan Chengjun beside him. Their eyes were communicating meaningfully. Both of them were thinking about the identity of this person. Niu Fuyong said that this person is the son of some director. How are they going to investigate this matter?
As they were chatting, Zhang Zhiyuan entered the room. Lu Yiwei saw Tian Jundong was stunned, and he quickly stood up. Niu Fuyong quickly said, "Secretary Zhang, let me introduce you. This is Tian Jundong, Hua Ming Group's Executive Director, Super Speed Sports Car Club's CEO."
Zhang Zhiyuan was puzzled and looked at Lu Yiwei with a smile as a greeting.
Tian Jundong was not interested in Zhang Zhiyuan and turned around. "Brother Lu, I still have a guest. I won't disturb you anymore. I'll look for you at Long 'an later. We'll have a good drink there. Goodbye!" After that, Tian Jundong swaggered off.
Zhang Zhiyuan looked at Dong Xuebing's back and asked, "Who is that?"
"Fuyong's friend."
"Oh."
Lu Yiwei took Dong Xuebing's bag and helped him take off his coat. Although Dong Xuebing was no longer Dong Xuebing's secretary, Dong Xuebing still showed humility and respect. In other words, without Zhang Zhiyuan, Dong Xuebing would not be where he is today.
Zhang Zhiyuan sat down and rubbed his face. He took the cigarette and lit it. "When will Secretary Bai arrive?"
"Soon. He has a guest and will be here soon."
"Oh, he has a training session on legal issues. It will last for a week. I called Secretary Bai the night before yesterday and did not have time to see him. "
Lu Yiwei sat opposite Dong Xuebing. He had endless topics to talk about, but he did not know where to start. There were other people around, and Dong Xuebing avoided the sensitive topic. "I came to Beijing this time to see Secretary Bai. I also want to visit a few experts."
Zhang Zhiyuan looked up and asked, "What kind of experts?"
"Urban and tourism planning."
"Oh, did you manage to contact them? I know a few experts from the Ministry of Law and Regulation."
"Yes, I'll have to trouble you again if I need to."
Zhang Zhiyuan nodded. "Tourism is a good idea, but it must be proven to be feasible before starting. Once the project starts, there will be no turning back. "
"I understand. I came with a problem."
"Alright, if you need me to coordinate, just let me know." He then turned to Pan Chengjun. "How are things on your side?"
Pan Chengjun said modestly, "Thank you for your concern, Secretary Zhang. It's not bad."
"I heard from Yiwei that you want to enter the real estate industry. Now that the time is right, you can still do it. This year, the provincial government plans to spend 50 billion on urban construction, and Jiangdong City will take up one-third of it. Be careful and don't be too aggressive. "
Zhang Zhiyuan's speech was filled with a bureaucratic tone. He did not point it out or expose it, and the rest was up to him. His speech seemed casual, but every word contained a certain meaning. Or he was trying to reveal some kind of signal. It all depended on whether one could figure out the deeper meaning.
They chatted for more than half an hour, and Bai Zongfeng arrived late. He entered the door with a ruddy face and said with a smile, "I'm sorry. Today, a friend of mine came back from Canada, and we had a gathering with our old classmates."
The group of people stood up to greet him. Bai Zongfeng gestured with his hand and said with a smile, "We're all friends. Don't be so polite. Sit down and talk."
Bai Zongfeng was still in high spirits and was in high spirits as usual. There was no sign of the disappointment and melancholy of leaving Xijiang in defeat. However, the white hair on his temples could not hide the traces of time. At the age of 50, he had a high chance of entering the Provincial Party Committee, but who would have thought that he would come to an abrupt end. Like an unfinished movie, the music ended and the people left without waiting for the story to end.
After landing from Capital City and returning from the original route of Xijiang, he had only climbed one step in the past seven or eight years. He was more or less lonely.
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