It is rare for Zhao Guodong, the official in the main hall, to say a joke. No matter whether it is fun or not, everyone will naturally laugh a few times... Everyone was laughing softly, and another voice came from behind: "What are you laughing at? You are so happy! Comrade Xue Xiang is really happy to follow wherever you go." If Wang Yong heard this, the person who was talking was sure to look at him, and he would be afraid to follow wherever he went.

Everyone looked in the voice, but saw a fat and red face walking towards this side. Xue Xiang was acquainted, and the person came was Hu Liming, director of the Hanshui Municipal Revolutionary Committee. Xue Xiang walked quickly and walked forward, reached out to hold Hu Liming: "Director Hu, I'm lucky to meet you!"

Hu Liming frowned and snorted, "What's the good thing about it? Comrade Xue Xiang came to Hanshui and even said hello to me, it's so disappointing." Hu Liming's artificiality was natural, not decades of official oil, and he would never be able to return to the original. Ma Dongliang had clearly informed him of the news of Xue Xiang's arrival, but he was busy greeting the senior central officials, and now he blamed Xue Xiang in turn. But the blame was accompanied by the intimacy that came to his face, which made people feel heartwarming.

Xue Xiang praised secretly, then pulled Hu Liming to introduce Zhao Guodong. As everyone exchanged greetings, Chen Dao also rushed over. A large group of bureaucrats, old friends and new friends exchanged greetings endlessly. There were many rules in the officialdom, and everyone was not familiar with each other. It was all because Xue Xiang was tied together, and the etiquette was even more despised.

While everyone was greeting, Xue Xiang raised his hand to look at his watch. It was already half past six. If he continued to toss, he might not be able to go back tonight. Xue Xiang was about to say hello to everyone. It was time for dinner. Suddenly, the long-faced man who had the previous long-faced man ran over. When he got closer, he said, "Comrade Xue Xiang, Zhenhua asked you if it was inconvenient. If it was convenient, let you attend the dinner." The intimacy between Comrade Zhenhua and Xue Xiang was also seen by the long-faced man. At this moment, he stared at Xue Xiang, with envy on his face, but he was wondering why his ancestral grave did not grow like this.

"Oh, thank Comrade Zhenhua on my behalf, and said that I still have urgent matters here. I have to rush back to Kaoshantun tonight, so I won't participate." Xue Xiang declined. Firstly, he knew that Comrade Zhenhua's invitation was just out of etiquette. I'm afraid that Zhenhua's chief was not good-looking when he met him next time. If he really wanted to invite him, Xue Xiang, how could he ask if he was free? With Comrade Zhenhua's status, why should he say so much? Of course, Xue Xiang would not resent Comrade Zhenhua for this. Originally, he had a small head rush in to squeeze in. Secondly, he was really anxious to go back to Kaoshantun. At present, Geng Fulin's affairs have only been done halfway and he can't let go.

Xue Xiang's answer made the long-faced man stunned for a while, and almost didn't blurt out, "Say it again." He really couldn't imagine that someone would refuse such an invitation. The invitation was the Minister of the Central Organization Department, and he was even older than Director Su's official position. If the long-faced man had some self-control, he would have almost pulled Xue Xiang's ear and asked "why" 100,000 times.

Xue Xiang saw the long-faced man standing silently, patted his shoulder and said "Thank you". The long-faced man just came back to his senses and returned to his death in dismay.

"Comrade Xue Xiang, it really shouldn't be! I have to criticize you. How can I refuse the invitation from Zhenhua?" Zhao Guodong said it almost in a trembling voice. He really didn't expect that Xue Xiang could be so familiar with Comrade Zhenhua (if he didn't know how to refuse it, could he refuse it so lightly). When he thought about it, Xue Xiang refused Zhenhua's invitation to accompany him. What a big face! At this point, he was a little moved.

Xue Xiang smiled and said politely, then said it was time to have supper. Now, everyone knows that Nanhu Chun is not a place to stay for a long time, so they all said to find another secluded place to gather well. Hu Liming said that the city revolutionary committee canteen is good, the environment is elegant, and the master's skills are also outstanding.

Everyone gathered and had dinner, but socializing was the main reason, so they would not be too picky. When Geng Fulin heard this, he couldn't help but look at Xue Xiang, meaning: I'm going to treat you, and when I went to the cafeteria, how can I check out?

Xue Xiang knew it and smiled and said, "There will be no mistake in the place where Director Hu ordered. But we have to agree that this time, it will not be the turn of your landlords in Hanshui to pay the bill. We have to let our guests from Jingkou go back to the east." After that, he said to Zhao Guodong again: "Director Zhao, what do you think?"

"Yes! We Jingkou people have to protect this lead no matter how we have no choice but to say, I will be the host tonight." After that, Zhao Guodong smiled again: "Tianfa, Fulin, Guangming, you shouldn't compete with me, right?" These people are all under his command, so they should be heard.

Geng Fulin was puzzled and looked at Xue Xiang. He was greeted by Xue Xiang's eyes. Geng Fulin was very thoughtful, and in an instant, he understood what Xue Xiang meant: This was to ask Zhao Guodong to treat him and let him pay the bill! In this way, he not only gave Zhao Guodong favors but also expressed his feelings, which was a good way to kill two birds with one stone.

Everyone laughed a few more times and then left the Nanhuchun gate. There were a number of jeeps waiting outside the gate. After getting on the car, they arrived at the canteen of the Hanshui Municipal Revolutionary Committee. It was better to say that it was a quiet courtyard. The forest inside was lush and bamboo was built, and the grass was green, which was really elegant and pleasant.

When he arrived at the place, Hu Liming transformed himself into the master and invited everyone to choose the elegant room. It was almost seven o'clock now, and it was early for dinner. There were no diners here, and it was very quiet. Hu Liming led everyone to browse the elegant room and asked everyone to determine the place to eat. Here, only Chen Dao and Zhao Guodong were qualified to set the tone. Because Zhao Guodong was going to be the host, everyone recommended him to set the tone.

Zhao Guodong said a few polite words, no longer refused, pointed to the pavilion in the middle of the courtyard and said, "The bright moon is like a wheel, the clear light is scattered, and the grass and trees are fragrant. The courtyard is deep, why don't we follow the ancients? What about drinking under this moon? I'm not afraid that people will criticize me for the serious petty bourgeois sentiment."

"What a petty bourgeoisie? This moon is not unique to the bourgeoisie. We proletariat can still appreciate it." Hu Liming responded with a smile, and whispered a few words to the staff around him, then came to greet everyone.

The pavilion was very wide, and the original stone bench in the middle was naturally impossible to accommodate the dozen people for dinner, so they sent people to move the stone bench and replaced with a Huanghuali Eight Immortals Table and a dozen Eight Immortals Chairs. Shortly after everyone sat down, they filled the table with cups, plates, dishes, and various dishes.

The first glass of wine was not very innovative, and we were drinking together to celebrate the gathering. Since the second glass of wine, the atmosphere on the scene gradually became stronger. Everyone was toasting or accompanying the wine, and they were very busy. Xue Xiang was the lowest official position here, but he vaguely became the focus of the whole table, and all kinds of toasts always came just right. Just after this cup, the cup came again, and everyone seemed to have discussed it, but the whole process was naturally there without any trace.

Xue Xiang had a great alcohol tolerance, and drank twenty cups over and over again without changing his skin. Taking advantage of the mutual respect, Xue Xiang pulled Geng Fulin and Chen Guangming to respect Zhao Guodong. Xue Xiang did not understand the ups and downs of Zhao Guodong's officialdom for decades. His thoughts turned, and he knew that it must be Geng and Chen.

Zhao Guodong clinked the glasses at the person, drank the wine in the glass, and smiled and said, "Fulin and Guangming are both good comrades, and their work in Chengtian County is obvious to all, and they are visible in the organization. At this point, the tone of the conversation: "Haha, drink and drink, look at me, and never forget to talk about business. Come on, you can't just respect me, I have to give one back. Comrade Xue Xiang, you are young and strong, but you have to carry more burdens. I have to accompany you one."

Everyone knows the meaning of the first half of Zhao Guodong's words. Geng and Chen were so excited that their faces were flushed when they saw things happening. Geng Fulin took the wine pot and put it on the man for Zhao Guodong. He also put it on himself, Chen Guangming and Xue Xiangman, regardless of whether Zhao Guodong was drinking or not, he toasted himself and Chen Guangming first. Chen Guangming had everything.

Zhao Guodong nodded to the two of them and sipped it, saying that he was just a meaning. He also mentioned that the wine pot was filled with himself, and smiled and clinked the glass with Xue Xiang, drank it all, and after drinking it, he turned the glass and said with a smile: "Comrade Xue Xiang, I'll do it first, but it's your turn." Zhao Guodong treated it blatantly differently. Geng Fulin and Chen Guangming would not be jealous of this. Just because Comrade Zhenhua could call "Xiao Xue" on his own initiative, it was worth Zhao Guodong's like this. The two thought: I'm afraid Director Zhao would ask Xiao Xue and Er Gu to him one cup, which was just to cover up his embarrassment of respecting the young with the big one.

After respecting Zhao Guodong, Xue Xiang returned to his original position. He took advantage of the time to respect Zhao Guodong and rested for a while. Ma Dongliang and Liu Yong, who had a slightly lower status, were looking at the opportunity, so he naturally took advantage of the opportunity to welcome him, and another round of toast began.

The bright moon in the sky is like a plate, calm and quiet; everyone in the pavilion is drinking and having fun. After several rounds of wine, everyone finally sat back to their original positions, chatting or eating, and then they looked a little like eating.

One night, Chen Dao sat in his original position, and others toasted, but he never stood up to give it back. Except for toasting Zhao Guodong and Xue Xiang, the rest of the people seemed to be in a bad mood. Suddenly, Chen Dao drank the wine in the glass and said, "Xiao Xue, this time, the master has not spoken to you?"

Only Chen Dao called Xue Xiang "Xiao Xue", and all the rest called "Comrade Xue Xiang" to show respect and intimacy. Everyone was curious about why Chen Dao called this, and they all guessed that Chen Dao must be close to Xue Xiang. At this time, Chen Dao suddenly led out a "master". Everyone stopped the cup, put it aside, stopped talking, and curiosity burst out instantly. After a while, he focused his mind to listen to this extremely secret. (To be continued)

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