When Long Liexu woke up from his dreamless sleep, he was already lying in the spacious luxurious bedroom of the presidential suite of the Yuewan Hotel. The blurred drowsiness after getting drunk last night had already disappeared without a trace.

One wall and window in the bedroom faces the beautiful Fuxian Lake. The breeze blowing from Fuxian Lake blew the curtains in the bedroom, bringing a fresh and moist atmosphere, which cheered Long Liexue up and learned that she hadn't slept like this for a long time. Long Liexue felt that she was very energetic today, and her whole body was full of vitality.

"Oh no!" I remembered that there was something I had to do with Lang Zhizhong this morning, Long Liexu patted his forehead, then got up from the bed, and looked at the time. It was already past ten o'clock in the morning, and I didn't expect that I would sleep so heavily this time.

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When Long Liexue saw Lang Liexue, Lang Liexue was sitting on the sofa in the living room, drinking coffee leisurely, looking at the newspapers in the provincial capital today. In addition to Lang Liexue, there were four people in the room, four men, men like pillars, wearing black suits, crossed their hands on their lower abdomen, silent like stones. The two were standing outside Long Liexue's bedroom door, and two were standing in two inconspicuous corners in the room. If you were not interested, you would probably treat them as decorations in the room. After returning from Fei Lengcui, in addition to the days when you went to Yandu, after a period of depression, Long Liexue gradually got used to the fact that they were being protected. No matter where you went, there were always such people around you, and even when you were sleeping, someone stood outside the door--

Under the idea of ​​the four men, Lang Zhizhong seemed to be immune to the four guys in the room, or had already regarded them as air. Seeing the sound of Long Liexue walking down the stairs, Lang Zhizhong put down the coffee and newspaper, smiled and greeted Long Liexue, "I've been waiting for you for an hour. I just ordered two breakfasts and asked them to come to the room. It should feel good to have breakfast on the balcony here!" After saying that, Lang Zhizhong looked at Long Liexue with no trace. "Did you have a good rest last night?"

"Yeah, it's not bad!" Long Liexu sat opposite Langzhizhong with a little embarrassed, and did not find anything special about Langzhizhong. "What about you after drinking too much wine?"

"Ha...he...I've never been a person who can't sleep." After Lang Zhizhong said, he handed the newspaper he had just read to Long Liexue's hand, "Just as you said, Secretary Zhang is in office today!"

Long Liexu took the newspaper and took a look. The front page of the newspaper was a standard half-body photo of a man in his forties, slightly thin and square-faced. On the other side of the photo, there were several lines of the man's official formatted resumes: born in xx, joined the zh National Workers' and Peasants' Party in xx, and in xx, he served as the general manager and party secretary of a large state-owned enterprise in xx, and in xx, he served as the secretary of the municipal party committee and director of the enterprise office of a coastal provincial capital city... In xx, he served as the director of the organization department of a coastal province and a member of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee... In xx, he served as the acting governor of a certain province, the director of the Provincial Planning Commission, and the deputy director of the Provincial National Representative Assembly... In xx, he served as the secretary of the Provincial Party Committee, the director of the Provincial National Representative Assembly, and the alternate member of the 22nd Corps...

Looking at that person’s resume, you can only summarize it in eight words - everything goes smoothly and you will be at the top of the provincial level at the age of less than 50. Among domestic provincial and ministerial cadres, you can be considered a young man, and your future is limitless.

That man also has a name that many people know or often hear on certain occasions--------"Iron Fist Secretary".

On the top of the photo is the main title of this news "The Central Committee appointed Comrade Zhang Xianguo as Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee of Yn Province"! Under the main title, there is a line of small red characters slightly smaller than the title - the xx meeting of the Standing Committee of the Provincial National Representatives Parliament elected Comrade Zhang Xianguo as Acting Governor of Yn Province and Deputy Director of the Standing Committee of the Provincial National Representatives Parliament.

Such news can be seen in the eyes of different people.

Long Liexue glanced at the newspaper. When he left at Yandu, No. 9 Yinxi Road, the face of this man in his forties was still a little familiar and intimate. In a blink of an eye, this man who should be called his uncle in the Long family will soon become a rank of bans in the southwest. Even if the subsequent procedures have not happened yet, there is no suspense for Long Liexue. As the only candidate for governor, he will be successfully elected as governor in the later provincial national congress, and remove the word "acting governor". As the top leader of the party and government in the province, the position of director of the provincial national congress is also a foregone conclusion - such an arrangement is absolutely meaningful. With the position of provincial party secretary, governor and director of the national congress, this is definitely not the norm in the domestic political ecosystem.

"What do you think about this?" Long Liexue smiled and put down the newspaper.

Lang Zhizhong touched his nose, "I'm not interested in politics, but this time the central government used this earthquake in the provincial officialdom to transfer this iron-fisted secretary and entrusted it with important tasks. I don't think it's just for people to show it. I think the arrangement is a point of view. I think it's a point of view. Yesterday I talked with my old friend Lin Ziwen for a long time and had some understanding of domestic official politics. In the officialdom, this iron-fisted secretary, in addition to being able to make a cruel decision to fight corruption, is also the backbone of the reformists among many local officials in China. Some of the remarks in the party are also relatively open-minded!" Lang Zhizhong smiled, looked at Long Liexue, and continued in a joke tone, "If you don't talk about politics, only economy, your uncle is the rank of the border officials here, which is definitely a good thing for Yilong. I think behind such an arrangement, there may not be no intention of taking care of you."

Take care of it? Long Liexu smiled bitterly. Maybe, but compared to the possible care, the idea of ​​squeezing one's own value is 100%. The two old men in Yandu really have the potential to be black-hearted capitalists...

The hotel's dining car had already brought breakfast for two people. I no longer thought about this. Long Liexu waved his hand, "I won't talk about this anymore. After breakfast, I'll take you to a place."

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After breakfast and leaving the hotel, the two Cherokees had already arranged at the entrance of the hotel. A car was driving in the front, and Long Liexue and Lang Zhizhong were sitting in the car behind. Until now, Lang Zhizhong still didn't know where to go, but Long Liexue's expression was very serious. Two flying eyebrows were slightly frowning, looking at the scenery outside the car, he didn't speak for a long time.

"You asked me to come back this time and say that there is something important today. What is it?" Unable to suppress his curiosity, Lang Zhizhong finally asked a question.

Long Liexue breathed a long sigh, looked at Lang Zhizhong, and asked a question that Lang Zhizhong could never imagine, "Do you practice kung fu?"

"Kung Fu?" Langzhi-chung was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and laughed silently, "When I was in Haval, I was the main force of the heavy swords of the school fencing club. I won the prize in the inter-school competition of the Ivy League. I wonder if this is what you said to have practiced Kung Fu?"

"Is Western swordsmanship?" Long Liexu's indifferent expression and indifferent tone had already reflected his attitude, and he shook his head gently, "There is no intention of derogatory degradation, but to be honest, this cannot be considered kung fu. In my eyes, Western swordsmanship and Western boxing are radio gymnastics for women and rash men."

"Radio gymnastics?" I wonder if I was so excited by Long Liexue's comments. Lang Zhizhong rolled his eyes and spread his hands helplessly, "If this is just radio gymnastics in your eyes, then I really don't know what to call it Kung Fu. I don't know if karate and taekwondo count?"

"Karate and Taekwondo?" Long Liexu snorted coldly, "That's just a pose that monkeys learn to fight. It's okay to deceive children. It's a sign of kung fu. Karate comes from Tangshou in Zh country, and Taekwondo comes from Tan Le in Zh country. They are all superficial martial arts that have been passed down from ancient times. They were learned by Koreans and Japanese. They have only got the appearance, but they have not gained the spirit. They value the outside but not the inside, and the body but not the Tao. After a little improvement, they changed their names and turned into flower stands and took them out to bluff people! As for the Japanese kendo, aikido, and judo, the origins of these things all come from the country. The three-legged cat things are not worth mentioning!"

Lang Zhizhong stared at his eyes and opened his mouth, "You don't even look down on these things, so I really don't know what can be considered Kung Fu in your eyes. If you are talking about traditional Kung Fu in China, I have seen several times. When I was a child, I watched someone performing on the streets on the streets. Later, I went to the United States to see some domestic performance groups doing performances in the United States. I was very impressed by the performances of hard qigong in China, but I asked myself that it was not something that ordinary people could practice. Other programs, those so-called right

Fighting and routines are the real performances and juggling. In order to make money, some people have planned some pure commercial competitions such as zh Kung Fu against American boxing. They are all amateur third-level confrontations, using howling to attract audiences, and they have no appreciation or research value at all. Not to mention foreign countries, just look at the current situation in China. Kung Fu has long declined and evolved into pure sports performances. I guess there are some essences among the people, but it is also difficult to achieve what the climate is. Where is the so-called Kung Fu?"

A bright light flashed across Long Liexu's eyes, "I will take you to see what the real zh national kung fu is today!"
Chapter completed!