Names: Uncle Zhao Mengsheng, Father-in-law Pei Yihong

A simple sentence that encapsulates all the entanglements.

For the sake of his teacher.

Xun Jianxiang understood immediately and asked no further questions.

However, I feel it's a bit too easy.

If it were just an environmental issue, Xun Jianxiang would have gotten Qi Tongwei to handle it with just one phone call.

There's no need to make such a big fuss.

There must be something else going on.

He tentatively asked, "Tongwei, why are you in such a hurry to have Xiaohui notify me to come to Handong? Is it really just for such a small matter?"

Is there any other arrangement?

"Da Xun, you're right."

Qi Tongwei took out a sheet of paper, picked up a pen and began to write, "Da Xun, the situation is special, there are some things that cannot be said on the phone."

You must deliver this letter to Minister Song Yunhui as soon as possible.

This is of paramount importance to Minister Song and to the Ministry of Chemicals and Energy.

Zhao Dehan's thunder is about to explode.

Song Yunhui is currently the Executive Vice Minister of the Ministry of Chemical Industry and Energy.

If Zhao Dehan is investigated by the monkey, Song Yunhui, as the supervisor, will definitely be watching the drama unfold.

By doing this, Qi Tongwei made the people in the energy department owe him a huge favor.

Ha ha!

Monkey, you're about to be robbed, are you ready?

Xun Jianxiang patted his chest and said, "Leave it to me. I'll get Xiao Zhao back to Beijing tonight, and there won't be the slightest problem."

Da Xun is always reliable and values ​​integrity above all else.

Especially when it comes to Song Yunhui, there will be absolutely no room for carelessness.

The two exchanged a glance, needing no further words.

Tonight, undercurrents surge in Jingzhou: a secret letter, a game of chess.

Everything is ready; all that's needed is for the wind to rise.

Four Nine Cities.

The night was quiet.

At Song Yunhui's home.

The floor lamp on the balcony casts a warm, soft yellow light.

Song Yunhui stood by the window, with his wife Liang Sishen beside him.

"Sishen, Qi Tongwei called today, so I specially arranged for Da Xun to go to Handong."

Liang Sichen's long hair was casually draped over her shoulders.

With a clear and unassuming expression, he said, "Mr. Song, Qi Tongwei is no ordinary person; he never plays by the rules."

Sending Da Xun there must be something important.

Not a family, do not enter the door.

Qi Tongwei and Pei Xiaotong really look like a married couple.

Furthermore, the two also share similarities.

Song Yunhui put his arm around the woman's shoulder. "Oh, what did you say, Sishen?"

Liang Sichen leaned on Song Yunhui's shoulder. "Teacher Song, I don't know much about Qi Tongwei."

However, Pei Xiaotong and I are good friends.

Xiaotong has such a beautiful voice; she can write lyrics and compose music, yet she doesn't sing on stage.

It's a bit of a pity.

Why is it that so many people are desperate to become famous, to the point of madness?

Song Yunhui smiled. "It's simple, Sishen. People are different."

Liang Sichen's eyes flickered slightly. "Teacher Song, please tell me!"

Song Yunhui looked at Liang Sishen and said, "Sishen, didn't you hear Lao Xu chatting?"

The Pei family's original intention was to protect Pei Xiaotong.

I actually think it's quite good this way.

Liang Sichen tilted her head to look at the man beside her, her tone curious, "What did Teacher Song say?"

Song Yunhui's gaze returned to the distant night scene. "Sishen, I think it's also Qi Tongwei's idea."

Qi Tongwei is truly different; he understands long-term planning.

Without Qi Tongwei, Da Xun would never have gotten involved in environmental protection.

Furthermore, no man wants his woman to be in the public eye.

Perhaps Qi Tongwei is setting up a scheme, coming from Handong and returning to Handong.

"Haven't you heard? They're investigating Liang Qunfeng."

Suddenly turning his head, his gaze fell on Liang Sichen's exquisite profile.

"Sishen, how many names do you call me?"

Liang Sichen leaned to one side and gently rested against Song Yunhui's chest.

Her hair brushed against her shoulders, carrying a faint, pleasant fragrance.

She spoke softly and sweetly, counting on her fingers.

"Let me think... Counselor Song, Teacher Song, Mr. Song, Factory Director Song, Song Yunhui, Yunhui, Little Song, Little Grey, Old Song, the baby's dad... Hehe!"

Song Yunhui's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he chuckled.

"Calling him 'Little Grey' sounds weird, and 'Old Song' isn't appropriate either. Am I that old?"

Liang Sichen raised her hand to cover her mouth, her shoulders twitching slightly.

The smile couldn't be hidden.

"Teacher Song, you're over fifty now. But you're still such a handsome teacher."

What's wrong with me calling you Old Song?

I bet Gao Yuliang from Handong, and even Governor Liu, will call you "Old Song" the moment they see you.

Song Yunhui shook his head helplessly, "Alright, alright, you can call me whatever you want."

After the joke, the atmosphere inside the room gradually quieted down.

Song Yunhui's fingers slowly stroked the woman's hair. "Back during the financial crisis, you and your grandfather made a fortune in the capital market."

Later, after my grandfather and father passed away, I made you give up independent investment and enter the system. Did you ever regret it?

Liang Sichen's eyes were clear and bright. "Teacher Song, I don't regret it."

We're husband and wife, I have no choice but to go along with it, and I'll always follow your lead.

She turned to look at the dazzling neon lights outside the window. "Mr. Song, there are no invincible generals in investing, and the capital market is especially ruthless."

Stocks are essentially a zero-sum game; for every winner, there's a loser. I can't always make a profit without ever losing.

Before my grandfather passed away, he told me that our country will get better and better, taking root at the bottom and growing upward.

Most of my Liang family members are rooted in the banking system, so my joining the China Banking Regulatory Commission is just right.

Song Yunhui nodded: "Indeed, as you said."

Liang Sichen stretched out her arms. "Teacher Song, am I amazing? Please praise me."

I am now the deputy director of the Second Supervision Department of the China Banking Regulatory Commission.

A high-ranking official with real power.

It's very simple; she wants her man to praise her and ask for a loving hug.

"Our Sishen is the best." Song Yunhui hugged Liang Sishen.

The two embraced tightly.

Handong Province.

Jingzhou.

The municipal party committee compound.

Standing Committee Meeting Room.

On either side of the conference table, nine members of the Standing Committee—Mayor Wu Xiongfei, Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission Sun Haiping, Secretary of the Discipline Inspection Commission Zhang Shuli, Minister of Organization Wang Jingxuan, Standing Committee Member and Vice Mayor Han Baoqiang, Minister of Publicity Guan Quanjie, Secretary-General of the Municipal Party Committee Liu Changjiang, Minister of the United Front Work Department Zhang Peng, and Political Commissar of the Military Sub-district Xiang Hongjun—sat in their respective positions.

Teacups were placed in front of everyone.

Only one person stood out conspicuously.

Ding Yizhen.

He wasn't qualified to sit at the Standing Committee table, so he moved a chair and sat behind Liu Changjiang.

Ding Yizhen was very excited as the only person to attend the meeting as an expanded observer.

Unconsciously, his fingertips rubbed against the fabric of his trousers on his knee.

Once the Provincial Party Committee Standing Committee approves his appointment as Executive Vice Mayor, he will be able to sit in the Standing Committee seat with dignity at the next meeting.

It's a good spot, especially near the front!

A glint of malice flashed in his eyes as he glanced at Han Baoqiang diagonally in front of him.

Han Baoqiang always outmaneuvered him, and his handling of the situation was disgusting.

mock up.

Damn it.

Once I'm in power, I'll definitely clarify things and have a proper discussion.

The only problem is that I'm not a member of the Municipal Party Committee Standing Committee.

If you ignore me today, you'll be begging for my attention tomorrow.

Ding Yizhen's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.

When a petty person gains power, their eyes and brows hide joy.

Everyone sat quietly and waited, and more than ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

The main seat was empty; Li Dakang had not yet appeared.