In addition to closing the office and thinking about the next plan, Cao Wuwen was waiting for Ma Yingjie's call. He was still very worried about that dirty woman's condition. Although he felt uncomfortable, the medicine prescribed by Director Yang seemed to be very effective. Her condition was getting better day by day. He doubted that the girl might have AIDS, so there was only one result. Ma Yingjie and Yang Weiwei were working together to extort money. There was only one purpose, which was to get money. If it was only about getting money, Cao Wuwen could understand. If Ma Yingjie had other purposes, Cao Wuwen would be very passive. He was waiting for Ma Yingjie's call and Ma Yingjie's attitude. His attitude explained everything.
As soon as the phone rang, Cao Wuwen immediately picked up the phone. Ma Yingjie's voice came through. "Hello, Secretary." Ma Yingjie tried to make his voice respectful and humble. His relationship with Cao Wuwen was too subtle now.
When Cao Wuwen heard Ma Yingjie's voice, he felt much more comfortable. This young man still respected him very much. Maybe he was really worried about Yang Weiwei's safety yesterday. After all, Ma Yingjie was still young, and he liked Yang Weiwei at the beginning. How many men didn't love a beautiful woman? Who didn't want to touch her?
"Secretary, the little girl's disease has been diagnosed. It's a normal thing. It's not a big problem. It's a false alarm. I'm sorry, Secretary. I was too reckless. "Ma Yingjie apologized politely on the phone.
Ma Yingjie's attitude was so low-key, which surprised Cao Wuwen. At the same time, the resentment in his heart loosened a lot. Especially when he heard that the dirty woman did not have AIDS, he was completely relieved. He couldn't help but say to the phone, "Ma Yingjie, thank you." Cao Wuwen's thank you was very sincere and from the bottom of his heart. Ma Yingjie felt it. He thought that Situ Lan was taking the problem too seriously. Cao Wuwen was so polite and sincere to him that he wouldn't think too much about it. But he still said as Situ Lan had taught him, "Secretary, don't worry about it. The little girl would never cause trouble for the secretary again. I have something to ask the secretary. I want to go to Sister Ma's office tomorrow to look for her. I'm going to submit the application materials for the red tourist route to Sister Ma. Can you sign your name on the materials? Firstly, you are the Secretary. Secondly, every year when Elder Sister Ma returns to Qin County during the Qingming Festival, she has set her sights on you. If I go to see her tomorrow, I have to use your name. Is that okay? Secretary, can you tell me what to do? "
Ma Yingjie's words became more and more humble and polite. Situ Lan listened and gave Ma Yingjie an encouraging look. That look showed that she agreed with Ma Yingjie's words. In this way, Ma Yingjie became more and more confident. In the end, Cao Wuwen was also moved by Ma Yingjie's words. He said on the phone, "Ma Yingjie, you are so thoughtful. You are a young man after all, and your mind is flexible. There is no problem with the way you said. As long as it is beneficial to the development of Qin County, let alone using my name, even if you ask me to fly to Beijing right now, I will come immediately. Go, the hope of Qin County lies on you young people. "
Cao Wuwen's words were also very good. After hanging up the phone, Ma Yingjie was still immersed in this joy. He was no longer at a loss when he was analyzed by Situ Lan.
"Sister Lan, Cao Wuwen was very polite on the phone and praised me. I think he should understand that I didn't mean to make things difficult for him. Moreover, he and I are both the boss's people. There is no need for me to target him. I just want to suppress the matter and settle it privately." Ma Yingjie tried his best to express his attitude and tried his best to defend himself.
Just now, Situ Lan used her eyes to praise Ma Yingjie for being humble. However, in the blink of an eye, this silly boy thought this way. Situ Lan was angry again. She said to Ma Yingjie, "You are a rotten wood that cannot be carved." After that, she ignored Ma Yingjie and drove the car fast again.
Only then did Ma Yingjie realize that he could not explain himself. This kind of explanation would be counterproductive. Moreover, they were all people who played with their hands. It was just a matter of who was better at it. You could not go and explain to your enemy that you fired the shot because it was a mistake and that you did not really want to fire the shot. This kind of explanation was obviously superfluous and obviously bullsh * t. Would the enemy listen to such an ignorant explanation? Moreover, once they were in front of the enemy, they would not need this kind of weak explanation. It was better to not say anything and not mention it. Silence was art. The less words, the more weight.
"Sister Lan, I, I was wrong again. I shouldn't have thought about explaining after the fact instead of thinking about how to fix it. I was wrong. Don't ignore me, okay? I can't leave you. It's true, Sister Lan, I find that I can't leave you more and more. " Ma Yingjie tilted his head and stared at Situ Lan's face as he said this. Situ Lan's face at this moment had an otherworldly calmness, and this kind of calmness was something that Ma Yingjie would be able to have even if he were to learn for two lifetimes. He could not help but admire this woman again. How many tricks did she have for him to learn?
Situ Lan's heart was stirred up by Ma Yingjie's words again. She was not as calm as Ma Yingjie saw, but she was pretending to be deep. In front of Ma Yingjie, she had to work hard to suppress her feelings that were jumping out. The more she wanted to let go of Ma Yingjie, the more she could not bear to part with him. The more she could not bear to part with him, the more she wanted to escape from him and treat him coldly. However, this silly boy always teased and seduced her when she wanted to be cold, causing the world she pretended to collapse in front of him once again, sinking and sinking …
Situ Lan pretended to be focused on driving and did not pick up Ma Yingjie's words. She did not dare to pick up, and she could not pick up. If she played with him again, she would be too sorry for her seriously ill father. It was a very wrong thing to bring him to Xianghe, but she still wanted him to know that power was a good thing. She wanted him to fly as soon as possible, and not leave. His pace was too slow. In the atmosphere created by Zhu Tianyou and Luo Tianyun, if Ma Yingjie could not grow quickly, his future would be bleak. However, this silly boy, Ma Yingjie, did not seem to be aware of this problem. So, she could only open him up, open him up from all aspects, and arm him.
They arrived at Xianghe. Situ Lan drove the car into the first city of Xianghe. After parking the car, she led Ma Yingjie inside. Ma Yingjie suddenly asked Situ Lan, "Why does this place look so much like Beijing?"
"That's right. I can see it at first glance. Two-thirds of the ancient buildings in Beijing are built here. During the day, it is very quiet here, but at night, this is the golden entertainment place for us, the Piaohong Gang. Here, there are only tricks that you can't think of, and there are no tricks that you can't play. "Situ Lan led Ma Yingjie upstairs and said indifferently.
Ma Yingjie was extremely surprised. He really did not think that this small county would hide so many things. Moreover, these buildings were obviously very meticulously built. These buildings were not inferior to those ancient buildings in Beijing, at least the appearance was the same. For a layman like Ma Yingjie, there was no fundamental difference.
"Then have you played here before?" Ma Yingjie asked a silly question.
"What do you think?" Situ Lan did not answer, but asked a question instead.
Ma Yingjie laughed dryly a few times, then asked another question, "Has boss played here before?"
"Ma Yingjie, do you really not know the rules, or are you pretending to be stupid?" Situ Lan just happened to walk in front of a gate that looked like the gate of the Forbidden City, and stood there to ask Ma Yingjie. With such a gate as a foil, there was an indescribable sense of solemnity, which made Ma Yingjie stunned again. What did he do wrong?
"I have told you before, you are getting better and better at understanding the leader's privacy. Why are you still digging into the pile of privacy? If I tell you everything about your master, you will die without a burial place if you accidentally let it slip one day. Do you understand? "Situ Lan's words sounded particularly creepy in this extremely empty ancient city by the side of the pond.
Ma Yingjie's head drooped down, and he did not dare to meet Situ Lan's gaze, nor did he dare to speak again. Situ Lan's heart softened, and he said again, "Let's go, let's go around and experience the life of the second generation of the Red Army, and then go back."
Situ Lan's high-heeled shoes sounded in these ancient buildings, and in Ma Yingjie's ears, it seemed to become so long and lasting.
Ma Yingjie followed behind Situ Lan, and when they walked through these ancient cities, his heart really fluctuated. The country was built by their fathers, and it seemed that the enjoyment should also belong to them. For the first time, he found that the Red Age he understood was not Changsheng Street, not those guerrillas with millet and rifles, and not sleeping in caves and eating wild vegetables and sweet potatoes. It should be Xianghe, the nightlife in these ancient buildings of the whole two-thirds of Beijing.
Ma Yingjie's footsteps had been following Situ Lan. Because it was daytime, as Situ Lan said, there was almost no one here, and the cold footsteps seemed a little out of place. Because these ancient buildings were still some distance from the county, it was a little inconvenient, but it was this kind of atmosphere that could show the charm and privilege of these buildings. This was probably the real purpose of Situ Lan. When Ma Yingjie shuttled back and forth, he still understood the intention of Situ Lan, and also understood the most powerful symbol of the Red Age.
On the way back to Beijing, Situ Lan did not ask Ma Yingjie anything, and Ma Yingjie did not talk about his feelings either. Sometimes, understanding should be buried in the heart, not spoken out. Just like how he felt that he was becoming more and more inseparable from Situ Lan, this feeling should actually be buried in the depths of his heart, rather than spoken out and showing off. If it was really as Yang Weiwei thought, that Situ Lan was a pass to all the roads, then he and Situ Lan should be finished, and it would be impossible for Situ Lan to take him to read the first city of Xianghe, to read the back of the red classics.
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