However, Ma Yingjie wouldn't ask. Ma Yingjie didn't even ask about Xiaojiang. Even when Xiaojiang sent the girl to his bed, he didn't dare to completely trust Xiaojiang. The more temptations were thrown at him, the more Ma Yingjie didn't dare to trust a person easily.
This time, He Zilong didn't invite Ma Yingjie with the surname Cao, probably because he could tell that Ma Yingjie didn't like this kind of person. This time, He Zilong said that he and Xiaojiang would treat Ma Yingjie to a meal alone, mainly to report to Ma Yingjie about his work. His words were very polite, and he praised Ma Yingjie very much, calling him "Leader" and "Secretary-General". However, when it was time to eat, Ma Yingjie found that He Zilong brought two girls with him. One of them was with him last time, and the other was a stranger. He Zilong introduced her as Yang Yang, a graduate of the Chinese Academy of Drama. She was now a drifter in Beijing and was about to be the second female lead in a TV series.
Ma Yingjie used to come to Beijing with Situ Lan most of the time. Although he had heard of such things, it was just hearsay. Only now did he know that as soon as the leader came to Beijing, there would be people like He Zilong, who would specially play such roles for the leader. They were all graduates of the Chinese Academy of Drama and the Beijing Film Academy. It seemed that they had a high status and were worth knowing by the leader. Now, Ma Yingjie knew that it wasn't like that. It was another meaning. It was like when a local official came to Beijing, it wouldn't be exciting without the company of a girl from the Chinese Academy of Drama or the Beijing Film Academy. If he could bring them to a hotel and spend a night in bed, the official's social status would immediately skyrocket. Yes, the officials didn't want their social status to skyrocket immediately. This was probably because there would always be some kind of star actor or actress behind the fallen officials. However, Ma Yingjie didn't expect that after he was promoted from the Deputy County Head of Qin County to the Deputy Secretary-General of Wu Du, He Zilong would deal with him in the same way as a leader. If it were someone else, he would definitely be happy. Logically speaking, at his level, He Zilong wasn't worthy of spending so much money. However, the more He Zilong promoted Ma Yingjie to a leader's position, the more Ma Yingjie felt that there was more to it than meets the eye. As for how to do it, Ma Yingjie realized that he still had not touched the door. Could it be that without Situ Lan, he wouldn't be able to enter Beijing?
Ma Yingjie was still very sad and passive. However, he had to be patient and socialize with He Zilong. He glanced at the girl named Yang Yang. She looked to be in her early twenties, and her long hair was dyed green. He said that this was an artistic performance.
Ma Yingjie had also gone to university before and had participated in artistic performances. However, Ma Yingjie wasn't interested in Yang Yang's artistic performance at all. However, he still looked at He Zilong and said, "Director He, you really are a capable person. You're always surrounded by these beautiful women who are so beautiful that I can't open my eyes. Bliss, bliss. "
He Zilong couldn't tell if Ma Yingjie was speaking the truth or not, so he hurriedly chuckled and said, "Don't misunderstand, Secretary-General. I've put in a lot of effort. Since Secretary-General has come all the way to Beijing, I can't just serve plain water. I should at least serve some appetizers. Besides, which man doesn't like the feeling of being surrounded by a few beautiful women? Isn't that right, Secretary-General? "As He Zilong spoke, he observed Ma Yingjie's expression. He was under orders to receive Ma Yingjie. Besides, with Ma Yingjie's current status, even though his rank wasn't high, his weight was still there. He didn't dare offend Ma Yingjie. Besides, it wasn't worth it to offend Ma Yingjie.
"Is this an appetizer?" Ma Yingjie looked at He Zilong in puzzlement. This person was really daring. However, He Zilong said very calmly, "Calling a few pretty girls to accompany the Secretary General for a drink is also a kind of fun. Besides, what's so interesting about a few men drinking together? " He Zilong had been staying in Beijing, so he would always intentionally or unintentionally imitate the Beijingers' way of speaking. However, why did these words sound especially awkward to Ma Yingjie's ears?
"It's just that I'm afraid I can't handle this kind of liveliness, right?" Ma Yingjie retorted to He Zilong in a bad mood and sat down unhappily.
Little Jiang saw that the situation wasn't right, so he quickly tried to smooth things over and said, "Secretary-General has been working hard for the past two days. Things haven't been going well, so he's in a bad mood. He won't drink much today. Let's just be polite."
The girl named Yang Yang immediately pouted as if she was left out. The other girl understood Ma Yingjie's meaning and spoke up for Yang Yang. "It seems like Secretary-General doesn't like us accompanying him. Brother He, why don't you send us back so that Mr. Secretary-General won't be happy and make fun of my sister."
He Zilong panicked and hurriedly stood up. "No, no, it's my fault for not seeking Secretary-General's opinion in advance. However, since we're sitting together, it's fate. Strangers at first, strangers at second. Please give me some face. If Secretary-General criticizes me today, I'll hold you accountable another day."
The girl named Yang Yang was quite generous. She immediately raised her glass and said, "It's my first time meeting Secretary-General. I hope Secretary-General can forgive me if I've been rude. I'll finish this glass. Can Secretary-General give me a smile?" As she said that, she leaned back. Ma Yingjie couldn't be too angry and could only reluctantly say, "Serve the dishes. I still have other things to do after that."
The meal was neither salty nor bland. There was no atmosphere at all. He Zilong, on the other hand, tried his best to lighten the mood. The two girls also wanted to help him and kept raising their glasses. They even did a lot of body language in the middle. It was very professional and very seductive. However, Ma Yingjie just didn't respond. In the end, the fire was extinguished by cold water. He Zilong still didn't give up. He winked a few times, hoping that the girl named Yang Yang would be more enthusiastic. It would be best if she could get into Ma Yingjie's arms. Ma Yingjie saw through his thoughts and called him out. "I don't care how you receive other leaders. You won't be able to do that when it comes to me. Hurry up and send them off. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude." With that, it would be difficult for He Zilong to have any ideas. After a quick meal, the two girls saw that Ma Yingjie didn't give them face and didn't want to stay a minute longer. They clamored to go back. He Zilong had no choice but to drive them off. He repeatedly reminded Xiao Jiang to accompany Secretary-General and that he would be back soon.
As soon as He Zilong stepped out, Ma Yingjie asked Xiao Jiang to pay the bill. Xiao Jiang was afraid that Ma Yingjie would get angry, so he quickly paid the bill. He asked if Ma Yingjie should go back to the hotel now. Ma Yingjie said that he didn't want to go back to the hotel and sleep on the streets. The two then took a taxi back. Xiao Jiang didn't dare to leave. Ma Yingjie didn't want him to leave either. He took out a bottle of wine and said, "I've disappointed you today. Come, I'll drink with you now." Xiao Jiang was flattered. He didn't dare to say no. He quickly ran downstairs and bought two dishes. He bought a lot of fruits and drank with Ma Yingjie.
A lot of words were said after drinking. People could only drink to their heart's content when they met people with similar temperaments. Otherwise, why would there be a saying that a thousand cups were not enough when drinking with a bosom friend? Ma Yingjie's drink that day was for himself and Xiao Jiang. Xiao Jiang was in the city before. Although he didn't have much contact with him, and he didn't help him much, he felt that Xiao Jiang was still a young man with some ideas and ambitions after a few days of contact with him. Ma Yingjie could see the shadow of his own past in him. Ma Yingjie had gained a lot from working hard in the officialdom, but what he lost was far less than what he gained. In particular, the things called ideals or ambitions were getting further and further away from him. Therefore, he often couldn't help but stop in his tracks and look back. He wanted to see where his ideals or ambitions were lost. He even foolishly wondered if those beautiful things could be picked up again one day. When he realized that once he lost something precious, it could never be returned, the misery in his heart tortured him to death. The only thing he could do was to entrust this luxury to others and ask for some comfort from them.
He wasn't drinking with Xiao Jiang. He was drinking with his past self. There was a taste in the wine. It was called loss, no, degeneration. Really, Ma Yingjie was more and more aware that he was degeneration. This degeneration was sometimes called progress, and sometimes it was called maturity. However, he felt as if he had fallen into a river and was washed away by the water. He couldn't control himself. The original color was washed away bit by bit. It was replaced by another color that looked bright but was actually rotten. This color was called official color.
That night, Xiao Jiang drank very happily. No, to his heart's content. At first, Xiao Jiang was a little reserved and a little uncomfortable. After all, he gave the girl to Ma Yingjie yesterday, but Ma Yingjie didn't touch it. Therefore, Xiao Jiang stood up from time to time and did some meaningless things. For example, wiping the tea table with a towel, adding some water to Ma Yingjie's cup that was already full, or picking up a fruit and wanting to pass it to Ma Yingjie. When he saw that Ma Yingjie wasn't interested in the fruit, he put it down uneasily. In short, it was all the flattery and flattery that subordinates often did in front of their superiors. It was Ma Yingjie who relaxed him and opened him up. Yes, opened him up. Everyone in the officialdom was wrapped up. It wasn't an exaggeration to call it confinement. Most of the time, you felt like you were stuck in a shell. You couldn't even stretch your arms. You had to follow its format and procedures. You had to shrink your body and your heart. There was no need to talk about ideals. From time to time, you had to show a kind of shock, a kind of fear, and a kind of trembling wretchedness. Only then would it make people feel comfortable and comfortable. But at this time, you were no longer yourself. You didn't understand who you were, and neither did others.
Let's put it this way. You couldn't be yourself in the officialdom. Everyone was a shadow, a symbol, a piece of wood floating on the vast water, a piece of wood without a soul …
Xiao Jiang was used to this kind of life. If he wasn't used to it, he wouldn't be where he was today. He was just a small section chief of the Beijing Office, an inconspicuous role. Back then, he had fought fiercely for this role. He had defeated nearly 20 opponents to get it. But habit didn't mean approval or affirmation. Habit was mostly forced. If you weren't used to it, you would be eliminated. People were always unwilling to accept being eliminated. On the other hand, approval was positive. There were more subjective things in it. Affirmation was more positive. It was your subjective will.
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