Nominal: Energy sector enters Handong, breaking the deadlock

"Coming, coming. Let me wash my hands." Sha Ruijin jogged into the living room.

Sha Ruijin and Song Yunhui sat down on the sofa and began to drink tea and chat.

Secretary Bai nodded repeatedly, silently taking notes. She had truly benefited greatly from her boss's words.

The "thousand-cup-unbeatable gourd" was actually obtained through cheating.

That's a bit of an idiot. He thought his boss was a great drinker, but it turns out it was just a petty trick.

But then I thought, isn't that how it is? When you're out in the world, you give yourself your own identity.

Back in the car, Secretary Bai's mind was clear.

The Thirteen Bodyguards had twelve secretaries besides themselves.

Notifying each person individually is time-consuming and laborious, and it is also prone to errors and gossip.

Even though there are groups, it's not appropriate to send messages to them directly.

He remembered a key figure, Xiao He, Gao Yuliang's full-time secretary, who was also the most well-informed and eloquent person in the entire Handong secretarial circle.

If the news is leaked to Secretary He, it will likely spread throughout the entire provincial party committee within twenty minutes.

Focusing on the core issues and taking a holistic view is the most efficient way to operate within the system.

There's no need to compare notifying one person versus notifying twelve.

Without hesitation, Secretary Bai dialed Secretary He's number directly.

The call was connected.

Secretary He's tone was somewhat languid, clearly annoyed at being disturbed so late at night, "Director Bai, what's the matter calling in the middle of the night?"

If it were an emergency, Gao Yuliang should be the one to notify me.

Secretary Bai raised an eyebrow. "I have some big news."

Governor Song Yunhui personally visited the No. 1 courtyard this evening and had a private conversation with Secretary Sha over tea. The two enjoyed their talk at the Cixin Garden teahouse in Wuyishan.

Secretary He perked up; he had almost fallen asleep while watching a boring soap opera.

I'm not sleepy anymore. "Really?"

Director Bai, don't try to fool me with empty boasts. Rumors without evidence will only make you a laughingstock.

Even though it's a loudspeaker, it must still broadcast solid, undeniable information.

I won't spread rumors even if you pay me.

Secretary Bai patted his chest and said, "What I said is absolutely true; I saw it with my own eyes."

"That won't do. I don't believe you without evidence. Send me two photos of the scene. Pictures don't lie, so I'll believe you." Secretary He persisted, determined to get evidence.

"Wait here." After saying that, Secretary Bai hung up the phone and tiptoed back to the living room door.

I quickly snapped two photos of the scene, left the No. 1 compound of the Provincial Party Committee, and immediately sent them to Secretary He.

The photos provide proof, confirming the news.

Go arrange some snacks to go with the drinks.

Inside the living room, Sha Ruijin was drinking tea when he really needed to relieve himself. He waved his hand and ran out of the living room.

Song Yunhui sat in the living room waiting, but he found it boring.

I decided to get up and stroll around, going out into the living room for some fresh air.

The night was quiet, and a cool breeze was blowing.

The courtyard is lush with greenery and has a serene and elegant atmosphere.

Under a tree not far away, Sha Ruijin loosened his belt and whistled leisurely.

Song Yunhui approached quietly with light steps, and gently patted Sha Ruijin's shoulder.

Caught off guard by the sudden slap, Sha Ruijin froze, his body trembled involuntarily, and his hand movements became somewhat out of control.

The evening breeze blew obliquely, causing the water to flow slightly off course.

Splash!

It spilled onto the crotch, trouser legs, and shoes.

Sha Ruijin was embarrassed, angry, and helpless. "Song Yunhui, why are you taking pictures of me?"

"That's it, I'm covered in it."

I really want to curse.

This is the first time in so many years that I've wet my pants. How embarrassing!

Song Yunhui smiled jokingly, "Comrade Ruijin, don't relieve yourself anywhere, it's bad for your image."

I thought you were looking for a bird's nest in the tree!

Sha Ruijin waved his hand, trying to hide his embarrassment, and stubbornly said, "Song Yunhui, it's no big deal."

The green plants and flowers in the yard need water and fertilizer, so watering the trees is a win-win situation.

Don't go, wait for me, I'm going inside to change into some clean clothes.

You're not allowed to leave tonight; we have to drink until we drop.

He's so obsessed with saving face that he suffers for it. He wet his pants, and even then, he still wants to drink.

The sole purpose was to get Song Yunhui drunk and embarrass him.

Meanwhile, at the Provincial Party Committee Compound No. 3.

The interior lighting was soft.

Gao Yuliang returned from drinking, slightly tipsy.

I vomited in the bathroom for more than half an hour while hugging the toilet.

After drinking the hangover soup made by Wu Huifen, I leaned back on the sofa and closed my eyes to rest.

I slowly savored a cup of tea in my hand.

Wu Huifen sat to the side tidying up the clutter, scolding him as she did so, "Yuliang, drink less alcohol in the future. You're not young anymore, your body can't take it. I've advised you every time, but you never listen."

Gao Yuliang slowly opened his eyes. "Huifen, you don't understand the intricacies of this."

What I'm drinking tonight isn't just alcohol; it's about human relationships, trust, and standing together.

Song Yunhui is my class monitor. He is just over fifty years old and has already become a high-ranking official in a region. He is impressive in every way, including his vision, courage, and methods.

I, Gao Yuliang, had long predicted that this person's level, vision, and ability far surpassed those two old guys, Zhao Lichun and Liu Changsheng, from back then.

Wu Huifen sighed softly and shook her head helplessly, "Alright, alright, you've had too much to drink and you're just talking nonsense and bragging."

Yu-liang, can't we be more down-to-earth?

Gao Yuliang immediately sat up straight, his eyes bright and clear, with the proud and unyielding air of a scholar. "I, Gao Yuliang, am a scholar. Scholars don't get drunk when they drink. Li Bai wrote countless famous poems that have been passed down through the ages when he was drunk."

I wasn't drunk at all!

"If you don't believe me, open a bottle of 52-proof liquor right now, and I'll chug it straight from the bottle."

Anyway, I felt terrible from drinking, but it was fun to brag.

If they actually brought the wine, I would never dare to drink it again, even if you beat me to death.

I can give up alcohol, but I must live.

Wu Huifen leaned back on the sofa and recounted the past. "Yuliang, I study history. Let me tell you about it."

You've only been drunk a handful of times in your life.

When we get married, you said you'd get drunk once in a row to celebrate.

Fangfang was born once.

You served as the Party Secretary of Lüzhou City once.

You were also promoted to Secretary of the Provincial Political and Legal Affairs Commission.

The fifth time was when he became the full-time deputy secretary of the provincial party committee.

Tonight is the sixth time.

Every time you get drunk, I'm the one who cleans up your mess.

Gao Yuliang waved his hand, "Huifen, I'm happy and I understand!"

Even in a slightly tipsy state, my mind remains clear and my thoughts are completely under control.

"You can throw any difficult problem in the field of law and politics at me, and I can immediately analyze the logic and write a professional-level paper."

Wu Huifen smiled faintly, "Yuliang, Yuliang, there's no need for that."

You talk about politics and law, I'll talk about the history of the Ming Dynasty.

"Just name any historical figure from the Ming Dynasty, and I could talk to you for a whole day and night without repeating myself."

As the two chatted and joked, Gao Yuliang's phone rang.

Wu Huifen picked up her phone, glanced at the contact name, and handed it to Gao Yuliang. "Yuliang, it's Xiao He calling in the middle of the night. It must be something important."

Gao Yuliang raised an eyebrow and casually complained, "Ugh! This Xiao He, disturbing my rest in the middle of the night, what important thing could he have to do? Just making a fuss over nothing."

"Answer it, answer it quickly. Xiao He wouldn't call at this time if it wasn't urgent." Wu Huifen felt that being a secretary was really not easy, and urged Gao Yuliang.