Monday morning.
Spring is the most beautiful season of the year.
Fresh air with the fragrance of flowers crept into the room through the crack in the window.
Dong Xuebing was sleeping on Xie Huilan's pillow and wrapped in her blanket. He opened his eyes and looked at the bedroom on the second floor of the villa. He suddenly remembered where he was and yawned. He took a whiff of Xie Huilan's scent and got off the bed. He put on his clothes and entered the bathroom to wash up.
Dong Xuebing had a good night's sleep, and he felt satisfied.
Firstly, he had a good time in Tokyo, and secondly, his marriage with Sister Xie had been brought forward. These are the biggest gains he got from this trip.
After washing his hair, Dong Xuebing walked out of the bathroom. He could not find a hairdryer and called Xie Huilan. "Hello, Xie Huilan. Are you awake? I knew you were driving yesterday, and I didn't call you. Err … your mother said we don't need to wait for my promotion. "Xie Huilan laughed.
Xie Huilan laughed. "I know. My Mum had called me tonight. Ok. You must work hard to complete this year's investment target. I am waiting for you to sleep in my bed."
Dong Xuebing laughed. "Why do you keep saying this? You are trying to seduce me on purpose. "
"I am trying to motivate you and ask you to hurry up. Haha …"
Dong Xuebing knows Xie Huilan is busy and hung up. He lit a Yuxi cigarette and called the Investment Promotion Agency's Office and Deputy Mayor Zhao Xinglong to inform him that he has some family matters to attend to and needs to apply for three to five days off. He might not be able to return to work this week. Japan's National Treasure had just been stolen, and to be on the safe side, Dong Xuebing listened to Sister Xie and Madam Han's suggestion to stay in Beijing to observe the situation. The Investment Promotion Agency's staff had started their work, and there should not be any problems without him around.
Knock … knock … knock … Someone knocks on the door.
"Xiao Bing, Auntie is in." It's Han Jing.
"Yes." Dong Xuebing quickly snubs his cigarette. "Please come in."
The door opened and Madam Han, who was wearing a long dress, walked in with a smile. "Why are you stuffing your cigarette? You can smoke yours. "
Dong Xuebing opened the window slightly. "I don't want to smoke anymore. The smell is too strong, and you might choke. Oh, how are you feeling? What's your blood pressure? "
Han Jing smiled and sat on the bed. She patted his hand like a loving mother. "Thanks to you, auntie is fine now that the Buddha statue is back."
Dong Xuebing was relieved to hear this.
After chatting for a while, Madam Han said. "Your uncle went to work. Let's go have breakfast."
Breakfast was prepared by the servants. It was a sumptuous meal.
After dinner, Dong Xuebing found a medicine box on the coffee table and gave Madam Han a blood pressure medication. Dong Xuebing's mother also has high blood pressure, and he is familiar with this medication. All he needs to do is ask her to take one tablet or half a tablet. After that, Dong Xuebing poured a glass of water for her. Madam Han nodded and drank the medicine. The more she looks at Dong Xuebing, the more satisfied she is.
9.30 am, Madam Han is going to attend a charity event. As the wife of a Politburo member, she does not have much free time.
The car outside had arrived to pick Madam Han up, and Han Jing went out after informing Dong Xuebing.
Only Dong Xuebing and the helpers were left in the house, and he felt embarrassed to stay there alone. He went back to his room to grab his things and left. Many relatives had attended Madam Han's birthday banquet last night. Second Brother Xie Guoliang and Third Brother Xie Guojian had driven over, and Party Secretary Xie and Xie Huilan had driven over. The garage and front yard were full of cars, and that's why Dong Xuebing had parked his Mercedes MPV near the Party Committee Quarters.
Dong Xuebing pressed the key, and the Mercedes MPV unlocked.
When Dong Xuebing was walking out of Mansion No. 1's courtyard, a middle-aged man walked out of the villa diagonally opposite. There was an Audi with the City Party Committee's license plate parked in front of the villa, and the driver alighted to open the door for the middle-aged man.
Eh? Isn't this the City's Public Security Bureau Chief, Feng Xueliang?
Beijing City's Party Committee member is a Deputy Ministerial level official.
Dong Xuebing had met Feng Xueliang before when he was working in the State Security's General Affairs Office. Xie Huilan had greeted Feng Xueliang at Wang Fu Restaurant, and they seem to be close. She had introduced Dong Xuebing to him at that time, but Feng Xueliang should not remember Dong Xuebing. Furthermore, Dong Xuebing had heard that Feng Xueliang is from the Mayor's faction, and he is from Xie Guobang's faction.
Feng Xueliang, who was in his police uniform, saw Dong Xuebing.
Although Dong Xuebing does not think Feng Xueliang will remember him, he still greeted him politely. "Chief Feng."
But Feng Xueliang suddenly smiled and nodded. "Xiao Dong, are you here to celebrate Madam Han's birthday?"
Huh? Xiao Dong?
Dong Xuebing was flattered. He did not expect Feng Xueliang to remember him and even know his surname is Dong. He quickly replied.
Feng Xueliang looked at Mansion No. 1 behind Dong Xuebing and his wet hair. He nodded and entered his car. After the driver boarded the car, Feng Xueliang rolled down the rear window and smiled at Dong Xuebing. "Haha … Come over to my place with Huilan when you are free." Feng Xueliang seems to have guessed something and is trying to probe Dong Xuebing.
The driver heard this and looked at Dong Xuebing. He wanted to remember this face.
After Feng Xueliang's car left, Dong Xuebing still does not understand his attitude.
But when Dong Xuebing thought about it, he was only a Section Chief, and he was still working in a grassroots County. His interactions with the higher-ups were too narrow. Even if he had interacted with Xie Guobang, Xie Guoliang, and the rest of the Central Government's leaders, it was at home. Secretary Xie and Minister Xie's attitude towards their families was different from their working style. That's why Dong Xuebing had not interacted with the Deputy Divisional Chief and above. It was too far away, and he could not understand what they were doing.
Dong Xuebing remembered Xie Huilan had told him that at the Provincial level, the fights are more subtle. This is because there are too many people involved. That's why the higher-ups can't label each other as a faction like the grassroots level. Dong Xuebing understood now. Feng Xueliang is the Mayor's man and is from a different faction from Xie Guobang. But Feng Xueliang's family is close to Xie Huilan and Madam Han, and he does not avoid interacting with the Xie Family. Is it because of Senior Xie?
Forget it. It's too far away from me.
Dong Xuebing boarded his car and drove out of the Party Committee Quarters. He can only stay in Beijing for about a week, and there are many things he needs to do.
Dong Xuebing misses his son and called Aunt Xuan.
But Qu Yunxuan is not in Beijing. Dong Xuebing asked her and found out that she had nothing to do after handing over the Auction Company to the Deputy General Manager. Qu Yunxuan's mother had also retired, and she had gone to Zhejiang for a hot spring vacation. She told Qu Yunxuan that relaxing is good for Qu Yunxuan and will not be back for a week. Dong Xuebing was speechless and thought to himself. He reminded Qu Yunxuan to be careful.
After hanging up, Dong Xuebing took out his phone and called Mu Zhengzhong. Mu Zhengzhong is more concerned about Japan's National Treasure exhibition.
Ring … ring … ring … the line got through. "Hello, Teacher Mu."
It's chaotic on the other end, and there are many people. "Who are you?"
"Who are you talking about?" Dong Xuebing laughed. "That painting … how is it going?"
Mu Zhengzhong finally understood what Dong Xuebing was talking about. "Wait a minute. I need to answer a call … no comment … wait …" After a while, Dong Xuebing heard the sound of a door closing, and Mu Zhengzhong calmed down. He smiled. "Young man, the painting is on display. I did not expect it to be displayed so soon, but the Museum seems to have leaked the news. I have no choice but to go ahead."
Dong Xuebing asked. "How is the reception?"
"Didn't you see the news? You can come to my Museum. You will know after you see it. Sigh … if I know there will be such a commotion, I will not get involved in this. Hahaha … "
"But why are you so excited?"
"Am I? I am having a headache now! "
After hanging up, Dong Xuebing switched on the radio and drove towards Mu Zhengzhong's Museum. He did not expect the < Snow Boat Landscape Painting > to be displayed so soon, and he did not switch on the TV in the morning. The Museum is located between the outskirts and the city, and it's not far from Dong Xuebing's Museum.
But Dong Xuebing got a shock when he saw the Museum.
D * mn, it was impossible for anyone to enter the museum now. It was surrounded by cars, with most of them being press vans. Some were carrying cameras as they squeezed their way in, while others were holding microphones for a live broadcast. Looking at the logos on the cars, there were at least a dozen television stations and news agencies there. It was like a swarm of people!
Dong Xuebing had received the news late, and the Museum is in chaos an hour ago.
The Japanese government had promised not to sell their national treasures in Beijing?
This could be called a heavy bomb!
For many years, only China's cultural relics have been stolen, robbed, or smuggled out of China. Since when did China get hold of other countries' national treasures? Especially the < Snow Boat Landscape Painting >, which is an important cultural relic? Suddenly, Mu Zhengzhong's Museum is the center of attention, and many people are discussing it!
Dong Xuebing saw the situation and decided not to enter the Museum. The Xie Family will handle the rest, and he cannot show his face in public.
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