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

It's not just about talking; it's about taking real action.

Money is nothing but an external thing.

He pulled out a few hundred-yuan bills from his wallet and handed them forward.

They are sincere and generous.

Without him.

I just hope the taxi driver can provide some useful clues.

The taxi happened to be driving at an intersection when the red light came on, and Lao Li stepped on the brakes.

He glanced at the cash in Cheng Du's hand through the rearview mirror and shook his head without hesitation, refusing it.

"Brother, I can't take your money."

I'm a taxi driver, and life isn't easy these days.

My cousin is a veteran; he's still a soldier even after leaving the military.

Although I didn't serve in the military, I lived an upright life.

You must not touch a single penny of money that you shouldn't earn.

Writing a book isn't easy for you either.

They are extremely principled and unmoved by money.

This tactic of using the degree of [unclear] failed.

Qi Tongwei thought to himself, "How wonderful our people are."

I didn't force him to do anything; I smiled and took back the cash. You have to respect people.

The red light turned green, and the taxi drove through the intersection.

Old Li hesitated for two seconds, but finally couldn't help but speak in a low voice.

Even though I don't want the money, I still have to say what needs to be said.

"Since you've come from out of town to study in Handong, I'll share what I've heard."

No fidelity.

Just take this as entertainment.

I heard about it by chance while driving a taxi; it's just hearsay.

You must absolve yourself of all responsibility.

Li Dakang nodded. "I love listening to fun, listening to fun is great!"

Old Li gripped the steering wheel, looking straight ahead. "Some people say that Director Chen Shan and Li Shiya, the beautiful CEO of Shanshui Group, have an unusual relationship."

A while ago, I was driving late at night and saw Director Chen's car drive into the Shanshui Manor.

Going to that place in the middle of the night, the ins and outs are obvious to everyone...

These few words contain a wealth of information.

Torn open a corner of the Shanshui Group.

The four people in the car had different expressions, and Qi Tongwei had already made up his mind.

As expected, wherever there are people, there is a world of intrigue. Chen Shan's marriage to Liang Lu ultimately made it impossible for him to escape the entanglements of worldly life.

It turns out that Chen Shan had taken his own script.

A few minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of Master Cao's Hunan Cuisine Restaurant.

"We've arrived. This restaurant is absolutely reliable. I guarantee it as a taxi driver from Handong. You can eat here with peace of mind; there will be no overcharging."

"Thank you, driver. You are the representative of the Handong taxi drivers." Chen Qingquan paid the fare.

Cheng Du quietly slipped six hundred yuan in cash onto the driver's seat.

The other party has principles and refuses to accept it, but one's own sentiments cannot be lacking.

The taxi slowly drove out of sight.

A cool evening breeze blew along the street.

Li Dakang sighed softly, "I, Li Dakang, am truly a failure."

During my many years in charge of Jingzhou, I focused on construction, governance, and improving people's livelihoods every day.

He was convinced that everyone in the city knew him and understood him.

As a result, an ordinary taxi driver didn't recognize me, the municipal party secretary, at all.

My heart is filled with toil, yet no one knows.

I'm a little disappointed.

Upon hearing this, Qi Tongwei smiled faintly and reassured him, "Secretary Dakang, this may not be a bad thing."

If everyone knows you, you've actually been exposed today.

Just as the four were about to enter the Hunan restaurant, a taxi horn sounded.

It was driver Lao Li who returned, waving money in his hand. "I told you I wouldn't take it, but you insisted. You guys have it tough too."

The money was thrown out the window, and the taxi sped away.

Cheng Du ran and grabbed six hundred-yuan bills back. "Brother Qi, well, we can't give them away."

I never expected taxi drivers in Jingzhou to be so nice.

Li Dakang patted his chest confidently, "Chengdu? Absolutely. Don't forget who the Party Secretary of Jingzhou is!"

That's a bit of self-aggrandizement.

Qi Tongwei smiled faintly, "Secretary Dakang, Cheng Du, Dean Chen, what wonderful ordinary people you are. Everyone has their own struggles."

Qi Tongwei also set a rule: tonight we'll split the bill, and the dishes we order can't violate the Eight-Point Regulation.

Without him.

Qi Tongwei didn't want anyone to fail.

The four of them entered Master Cao's Hunan Cuisine Restaurant.

The shop is filled with the warmth and life of everyday people.

The hall was filled with various sounds, a cacophony of voices and the sounds of drinking games.

Waitress Zhang Xiaoxia deftly led the way, taking the four people to a private room on the second floor.

The interior is clean and bright, with good sound insulation, making it perfect for a small gathering or chat with a few people.

Setting the tableware, pouring tea, and handing out menus—the series of actions were fluid and efficient.

Qi Tongwei glanced at the waiter's face and noticed something unusual.

Zhang Xiaoxia's eyes were slightly red and moist at the corners, as if she had just been crying.

Even though she tried to appear calm, she couldn't hide the grievance in her eyes.

Qi Tongwei, a man of many worldly experience, could tell at a glance that the waiter was hiding something.

Li Dakang took the menu and looked down at it.

Eating should be a balanced meal with a mix of meat and vegetables, and simple and satisfying.

In fact, Li Dakang rarely goes out to eat.

Today seems to be the first time this year.

Qi Tongwei didn't care what they ate, leaving the task of ordering to Cheng Du.

He lowered his voice and whispered a few words in Chen Qingquan's ear.

The sound wasn't loud, and since Li Dakang and Cheng Du were ordering food, only the two of them could hear it clearly.

Chen Qingquan instantly understood and looked Zhang Xiaoxia up and down, who always had a smile on her face.

He immediately asked, "Beautiful lady, have you encountered any difficulties?"

I don't have any other skills, but I love to stand up for the weak and fight for justice.

If anyone bullies you, just tell me, and I'll stand up for you and get revenge.

Chen Qingquan even rolled up his sleeves, assuming a fighting stance.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaoxia stiffened slightly, quickly lowered her head, and gently rubbed the corner of her eye. "Brother, thank you for your concern. I'm fine; I just got some sand in my eye while walking."

It's a typical polite excuse; anyone with a discerning eye can tell it's a lie.

After speaking, she lowered her head and answered whatever Li Dakang asked, quietly waiting for the others to order.

Some things you just have to swallow your pride and keep quiet.

Li Dakang and Cheng Du finally finished ordering the dishes, which were a balanced mix of meat and vegetables, all Hunan cuisine.

Zhang Xiaoxia checked the menu again, left the private room, and closed the door behind her.

The private room fell silent.

Chen Qingquan, a cigarette dangling from his lips, said, "Provincial Governor Qi, I'm sure this young girl has a story to tell."

"I, Chen Qingquan, have solved countless cases and seen countless people; I am absolutely infallible."

Li Dakang picked up his teacup and took a sip. "Dean Chen, you kept calling me 'beautiful lady,' and it sounded a bit sleazy to me."

Li Dakang was a rigid official and had never been able to tolerate such frivolous rhetoric.

The key is to get Li Dakang to speak, but Li Dakang can't say anything.

Chen Qingquan was both amused and exasperated, and quickly explained, "Secretary Dakang, it's really not my fault."

If you call someone "lady" instead of "beautiful lady," the atmosphere will probably become instantly awkward and strange.

Li Dakang's thinking was straightforward: "Then calling someone a prostitute is fine too, simple and direct."

Qi Tongwei smiled without saying a word, never expecting Li Dakang to be so detached from worldly affairs.

Cheng Du smiled without saying a word, having once wondered how Li Dakang, with his blockheaded mind, had become the top executive.

Could it have mutated now?

It's still the same old thing that wasn't working properly.

Chen Qingquan waved his hand, his expression changing slightly, "My dear Secretary Li, the word 'Miss' is definitely a taboo word now!"

Now when I walk down the street, I can only call people "little sister," "big sister," or "beautiful lady."

Anyone who dares to call someone "Miss" might get their head smashed open on the spot.