As the car drove on the highway, the hustle and bustle on the road formed a sharp contrast with the quietness in the car. Yang Zhen was driving. Seeing Chen Xing was silent, Yang Zhen was also speechless. He was thinking about something and felt a little scared. When Xing Tiande framed Chen Xing, not only did his son know about it, but he also participated in it. Yang Zhen also knew about it. Fortunately, Chen Xing blamed Xing Tiande. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to maintain such a harmonious relationship with Chen Xing. In the officialdom, one wrong step was followed by many wrong steps. He could be considered a very lucky person. Although he and his son had tried their best to repair their relationship with Chen Xing, if it wasn't for Chen Xing, it would have been useless no matter what they did.
Director Chen, leave the matter of Xing Tiande to me. I will visit him in prison later and see how the former Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee is doing in prison. Yang Zhen narrowed his eyes and spoke in a very casual tone, but a trace of ruthlessness flashed through his eyes. Looking at Chen Xing, Xing Tiande had become a sore point. When they searched Xing Tiande's house, they couldn't find the photo. It seemed that Chen Xing was still thinking about it. In this case, it was necessary for Yang Zhen to help Chen Xing solve this problem. If he did it well, he could make up for his previous mistakes. Otherwise, if Chen Xing brought up this matter again today, even though Chen Xing said that it wasn't their fault, Yang Zhen wouldn't care. No matter what, he had to do something for Chen Xing.
Huh? Sensing that Yang Zhen's tone was a little strange, Chen Xing shook his head slightly. "Go and have a good talk with him. There are some things that you can help me ask him first. If the conversation doesn't go well, don't take any extreme measures. We can talk about it later."
Yang Zhen was stunned. He was surprised by Chen Xing's sharpness. He nodded and said, "Okay."
Chen Xing didn't say anything else. For Yang Zhen, torture was a common thing. Now that Xing Tiande had lost his prominent identity, he was just a prisoner. If Yang Zhen wanted to ask Xing Tiande, if he didn't cooperate, Yang Zhen had the ability to do something in prison. Although the prison belonged to the judicial system, Yang Zhen had been a leader in the Municipal Public Security Bureau for so many years, it was still a piece of cake for him to do something.
It must be mentioned that the detention center belonged to the Public Security Bureau, but the prison belonged to the judicial system and was managed by the Judicial Bureau. It didn't belong to the Public Security Bureau. However, both the Public Security Bureau and the Judicial Bureau belonged to the political and legal system.
After separating from Yang Zhen, Chen Xing returned home. Although it had only been three months since he came back for the Chinese New Year, Chen Xing still felt a sense of homesickness. His home was still the same, but it always gave Chen Xing a different sense of warmth. When one reached middle age, their emotions would gradually become richer and more delicate.
After staying at home for a while, Chen Xing received a call. Hai Hai University's car had arrived at his neighborhood to pick him up. In the evening, Hai Hai University would be welcoming Chen Xing and his entourage at the hotel. When Chen Xing got off the plane in the afternoon, he didn't go to Hai Hai University with the people from the Ministry. When he arrived at the university, the main leaders of the university were anxious when they heard that Chen Xing didn't come with them. The party secretary of Hai Hai University, Ceng Xuanming, personally called Chen Xing. Chen Xing said that he had some personal matters to attend to and that he would go directly to the hotel at night. Ceng Xuanming only gave up when he said that the car from Hai Hai University would come to pick him up in the evening.
After answering the call, Chen Xing said goodbye to his parents and went downstairs. When he walked out of the building, Chen Xing was stunned when he saw the car in front of him. He hurriedly quickened his pace and walked up to the car. After a few steps, he reached out his hand. "Old headmaster, why did you come in person? Aren't you making me too ashamed to show my face?"
Chen Xing was really flattered. When he first entered Hai Hai University, the headmaster was Yang Qingshui. Now that he had graduated and worked for nine years, the headmaster was still Yang Qingshui. Many people didn't know how long Yang Qingshui had worked at Hai Hai University and how long he had been the headmaster. Now that Chen Xing was working in the education department, he had a better understanding of this old headmaster because of his work.
Yang Qingshui had been working at Hai Hai University ever since he graduated as a postgraduate student. He started off as a teaching assistant, then became the head teacher, the head of the department's teaching and research office, the deputy head of the department, the dean of the department … the head of the academic affairs office, the vice headmaster, the executive vice headmaster, and the headmaster. Yang Qingshui had dedicated his entire youth to Hai Cheng University. Over the years, Hai Hai University's reputation had grown, and it had become one of the two best universities in Jianghai Province alongside the University of Jiangcheng. This was inseparable from Yang Qingshui's hard work. His rigorous knowledge and advocating openness and freedom of study had a deep impact on Hai Hai University, and he had also become the longest-serving headmaster in Hai Hai University's history.
Yang Qingshui had once denounced the current education system and the decadent style of the leaders of the universities on the National Higher Education Forum. He had said that many universities were led by laymen, and it would be a miracle if they could run a university well like this. In the next 50 years, China would not be able to produce a truly world-class university. These words came out of Yang Qingshui's mouth at the National Higher Education Forum, which was attended by the leaders of the Ministry of Education. It shocked everyone present. It was said that many of the headmasters who were present had awkward expressions on their faces, and the leaders of the ministries who were present had even more ugly expressions. The next day, it became the headline of the media and newspapers. Many people thought that Yang Qingshui would not be able to keep his position as headmaster.
A person who dared to speak the truth would not last long in a systemized university under the leadership of the Party. Yang Qingshui had spoken so loudly on such an important occasion, and it was inevitable that his fate would be adjusted afterward. However, what was surprising was that Yang Qingshui was doing well in his position as headmaster. In the blink of an eye, many years had passed. Eight years ago, the headmaster was Yang Qingshui, and eight years later, the headmaster was still Yang Qingshui. This was unimaginable.
At this moment, Chen Xing called him old headmaster from the bottom of his heart with sincere respect. As long as it was someone from Hai Da, no matter how long they had left the university, they would give this old headmaster a thumbs-up from the bottom of their hearts when they mentioned him. Chen Xing had guessed that the university would send a car to pick him up. Ceng Xuanming, the secretary of the university's Party Committee who had called him in the afternoon, might come in person, or one of the vice-headmasters of the university would come. However, he did not expect that it would be the old headmaster, Yang Qingshui.
Feeling the vigorous and powerful force coming from his hand, Chen Xing said with a smile, "The old headmaster is still so young.
I'm old. How can I compare with you young people? I'll retire in two years. " Yang Qingshui looked Chen Xing up and down with a smile. "Good, good. If our university has more promising students like you, then I'll be smiling even when I step into the coffin."
Chen Xing almost fell to the ground. Looking at the old headmaster in front of him, Chen Xing smiled bitterly and shook his head. He did not know how to describe this old headmaster. "The old headmaster's words are still so fierce," he said with a bitter smile.
"I'm telling the truth." Yang Qingshui smiled and waved his hand. Then, he pointed to a middle-aged man beside him, Director Chen. You should recognize him.
Of course, I recognize him. Chen Xing smiled very happily. This smile was not a hypocritical one at work, but a genuine smile that he had not seen for a long time. "Mr. Wang, we haven't seen each other for almost nine years."
"Yes, it'll be nine years in a little more than a month. We haven't seen each other since the graduation photo." The middle-aged teacher smiled and nodded. He looked at Chen Xing with pride. His name was Wang Jianzhi, and he was Chen Xing's class teacher for four years. There was no reason for Wang Jianzhi not to be proud that there was such a promising student in his class.
In the blink of an eye, nine years had passed. Chen Xing was deeply touched. The unhappy days in the Political Research Office still seemed to be in front of him. Time passed quickly, and the past felt like it was just yesterday.
"Yes, it's been nine years. I've seen you all grow up. I'm proud of you all." Wang Jianzhi always had a high-spirited smile on his face. It was something to be proud of for his former student to be picked up by the old headmaster, Yang Qingshui. This was the first time he had the honor of sitting in the same car as Yang Qingshui.
The two only exchanged a few words before Wang Jianzhi hurriedly said, "Hai … Director Chen, hurry up and get in the car. Don't let the old headmaster stand for too long."
"It's fine. If you guys haven't chatted yet, feel free to chat. I'm happy to see you guys talking." Yang Qingshui smiled and stood at the side like an old monk. He didn't have the slightest bit of impatience, and the smile on his face made people feel very comfortable. This was Yang Qingshui. Whether it was the teachers or the students, they all respected him from the bottom of their hearts. Yang Qingshui hadn't retired yet, but the students and teachers all respected him as the old headmaster.
This was enough to explain everything.
"Yes, let's get in the car first." Chen Xing didn't dare to let Yang Qingshui stand at the side for too long. Yang Qingshui was an old man in his sixties, and he couldn't be compared to a young man.
After getting in the car, Chen Xing and Yang Qingshui sat in the back seats. Chen Xing smiled and said, "Old headmaster, you really didn't have to come to pick me up personally. When you came over, I felt uneasy.
I heard from Xuan Ming that you didn't come over in the afternoon, so I told Xuan Ming that I didn't think it through. No matter what, you're a student from our school, and you're the pride of our school. It should be the headmaster and the secretary who went to pick you up together. Only the vice-headmaster went in the afternoon, and that was negligence. Yang Qingshui smiled.
"Old headmaster, please don't. I'm begging for mercy. Please don't make fun of me." Chen Xing waved his hands repeatedly. He knew that the old headmaster beside him was joking, but Chen Xing didn't dare to be careless.
The car went to the hotel. Chen Xing and the old headmaster, Yang Qingshui, sat in the car. The two of them couldn't help but talk about the school's computer laboratory's application for a national experimental center. Yang Qingshui was very indignant about this matter, and his words were very sharp. Some leaders in the Ministry were bureaucratic, and they always put on airs. They didn't use their brains, but their butts to make decisions. Those people were just sitting in their positions without doing anything. If there were more people like them, the education of our country would be doomed.
When Chen Xing heard the old headmaster's ruthless criticism of the Ministry's leaders, he shook his head and smiled helplessly. The old headmaster was speaking the truth, but he was probably the only one who dared to say such words in front of a student who was currently working in the Ministry. Chen Xing could only listen and didn't say anything. After all, he couldn't echo the old headmaster's criticism of the Ministry's leaders.
Wang Jianzhi, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, didn't dare to say anything. He looked back at the old headmaster and thought to himself that the old headmaster was really bold. Wasn't he afraid that Chen Xing would hold a grudge? After all, what he said just now could be regarded as scolding Chen Xing as well. Of course, Yang Qingshui probably didn't mean that. Wang Jianzhi thought so. However, Yang Qingshui opened his mouth and looked at Chen Xing with a smile.
Director Chen, I'm a stubborn old man, so I'll be straightforward with my words. If I said something that you don't like, then you can say it directly. Don't worry about my face. I'm not afraid of being scolded, but I'm afraid of people who say one thing in front of others and say another. However, what I said just now didn't scold you as well, Director Chen. I'm very proud that our school has a student like you. The scholarship fund you set up is very good. These days, there are very few people who dare to break the old rules. You did it. I, the old headmaster, also have to give you a thumbs up.
Old headmaster, I don't deserve such a compliment from you. I just feel that I did something that I should do. After being praised by the old headmaster, Chen Xing spoke modestly, but he actually felt a rare sense of pride in his heart. He said again, "Old headmaster, you can just call me Little Chen. Why are you still calling me Director Chen? Aren't you making it difficult for me?
Teacher Wang, you can also call me Little Chen. Don't call me Director Chen. Otherwise, I'll really feel uncomfortable hearing it. " Chen Xing smiled and said to Wang Jianzhi in front of him.
Yang Qingshui looked at Chen Xing with a smile. He was also a free and easy person. Alright, then I'll call you Little Chen.
Wang Jianzhi didn't have the qualifications and weight of Yang Qingshui, so he didn't really dare to call Chen Xing Little Chen. He smiled and said that it was more comfortable to call him Chen Xing. The few of them chatted on the way and soon arrived at the hotel. Zeng Xuanming, the Secretary of the Hai University's Party Committee, welcomed them out of the hotel.
The banquet was set in the Peony VIP Lounge of the Hai Cheng Hotel. Those who attended the banquet included the leaders of the Hai University. Chen Xing's teachers in university were also present. This was obviously arranged by the school. Seeing the teachers who had taught him in the past, Chen Xing felt very close to them. This arrangement by the school was undoubtedly in line with Chen Xing's wishes.
When arranging the seats, Yang Qingshui wanted Chen Xing to sit at the head of the table. Chen Xing hurriedly declined. Old Principal, it's better for you and Secretary Zeng to sit.
The banquet in the hotel continued. The prison in the north of Hai City formed a sharp contrast with the bright lights and bustling lights of the city. The high walls were like cobwebs, and the spotlights slowly rotated on the high walls, illuminating the blind spots of the prison. A car with a police license plate stopped at the gate of the prison. The person in the car made a phone call, and the thick gate of the prison opened slowly. The car drove in.
The person who got out of the car was the current Executive Deputy Director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, Yang Zhen. After parting ways with Chen Xing in the afternoon, Yang Zhen had originally planned to come over. However, he changed his mind at the last minute and only came over when the sky was almost dark. The warden, Zhao Jiayu, quickly walked up to Yang Zhen. What brings you here, Director Yang?
There's no wind. Old Zhao, I'm here to pay my respects to you. Yang Zhen glanced at Zhao Jiayu with a smile.
Don't say that, Director Yang. Are you trying to kill me by saying that? Zhao Jiayu smiled and walked inside to welcome Yang Zhen. No one usually comes to my remote place. If there's nothing, then there's something. Director Yang, if there's something, please come over.
Aiya, it seems like I can't hide it from you, Old Zhao. I really don't come without a reason. I hope you can make things convenient for me. Yang Zhen didn't hide it anymore and said it straightforwardly. Old Zhao, which cell is Xing Tiande in?
Xing Tiande? Zhao Jiayu was stunned and looked at Yang Zhen in confusion. That person was already past his prime. Why was Director Yang still thinking about him?
He was here to pay a visit to the former Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee. Yang Zhen said without batting an eyelid. Old Zhao, bring me there now.
Don't you want to sit in my office? Zhao Jiayu glanced at Yang Zhen and didn't ask further. Yang Zhen didn't want to tell the truth. Zhao Jiayu didn't want to ask further.
Like you said, there's no need to sit in this remote place. Yang Zhen joked. The two of them seemed to have a good relationship.
Zhao Jiayu didn't say anything after hearing Yang Zhen's words. He brought Yang Zhen to the cell where Xing Tiande was being held. When they reached the door, Zhao Jiayu pointed at the small metal door. Yes, this is the cell.
Mhm. Yang Zhen nodded and glanced at Zhao Jiayu. Old Zhao, I'll go in alone. Get someone to turn off the surveillance.
Director Yang, you're making things difficult for me. It's against the rules. Zhao Jiayu smiled bitterly. It was already against the rules to let Yang Zhen go in alone. If anything happened, he would be the one to bear the responsibility.
Tsk, Old Zhao, rules can be changed. Don't talk to me like this. Yang Zhen smacked his lips and said unhappily. Are you afraid that I'll do something illegal?
That's not what I meant. Zhao Jiayu shook his head helplessly. Seeing Yang Zhen's firm attitude, Zhao Jiayu could only nod. Alright, I'll make an exception for you, Director Yang.
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