After all, compared to Cai Xingtian, Xue Anyuan has a very friendly relationship with him. His palms and backs are all flesh. Emotionally, he doesn't like to help him.

However, neither side is an ordinary person, but a politician. Apart from the equal division of emotions, comrades in the south naturally need to make political considerations.

With this consideration, the balance will naturally tilt towards the Xue family.

In terms of political weight, Cai Xingtian is far from comparable to the Xue family, which has gradually become popular. What's more, the rise of the Xue family has made great efforts behind the rise. In this sense, he is still biased towards the Xue family and Xue Laosan.

"Not good, why isn't it?" the old leader looked at him and said.

Comrade Nanfang said, "This is not too aggrieved Xue Xiang. Why is it so difficult for this kid to do something!"

The old leader snorted, "He deserves to hit a wall. He has told him how many times he has been grinding his temper and working hard over the years. But every time this kid goes there, he is stormy and stormy. He can't have a calm mind. If he doesn't hit a wall, I'm afraid he will never grow up in his life."

Comrade Nan put on the coat for the old leader, "I admit that what you said makes sense, but is this stick too ruthless? Xue Xiang has worked hard to make such a huge achievement in Dejiang, but I don't know how much effort he has spent. Seeing that it is about to gain, you will hit him with a stick, no one can stand it."

"What's more, Brother Anyuan's side. In order to avoid suspicion in Dejiang, Brother Anyuan is not easy to speak, but he is honest and hard to speak. We can't pretend that it hasn't happened before. It's a small loss for Xue Xiang. If Brother Anyuan can't figure it out, it will be bad."

Indeed, what Comrades in the South is most worried about is not Xue Xiang, but Xue Anyuan. Xue Anyuan is no longer as strong as before. He is the old man’s most powerful arm in the military.

Although he expected Xue Anyuan would not be so kind to his family for this trivial matter.

But people have feelings, and face is not about reunion. I will see Xue Anyuan again next time. He always looks a little bad on his face.

The old leader said, "When did you learn this kind of twists and turns? If you have this idea, why don't you put it into academic research? I haven't seen any research results you have produced over the years. I've been thinking about it all the time. You don't know who your elder brother Anyuan is? He has always been calm and steadfast. If he doesn't fight, he won't say anything?"

Having said this, the old leader couldn't help but sigh.

Indeed, Xue Anyuan would not say anything, but he was really a little sad.

He really likes Xue Anyuan, his old subordinate.

Not to mention the early years, when he was in charge of the overall situation of the War of Resistance in northwestern Shanxi, Xue Anyuan risked his life to save his life.

Since he took power, Xue Anyuan's army emerged in the most important battle of the Southern Expedition, and his army shone brightly. But he gave him a lot of faces.

It can be said that the significance of the Battle of the Southern Expedition cannot be overemphasized. It was a battle of prestige by the old leader and a battle to establish the overall situation. If there was no such battle, I was afraid that the opinions of the upper class would not have been unified so quickly.

Nowadays, the old leader has a stable position, and Xue An has made great contributions.

Furthermore, over the years, the modernization of the army has been almost captured by Xue Anyuan.

The old leader is a man of war. He should know that the current national defense force is more than several times stronger than before.

Xue Anyuan's merits in it are no exaggeration.

Even more rare is that Xue Anyuan can understand the advance and retreat. Such a good comrade did not forget to always restrain his sharpness.

Recently, we even mentioned the bloated military disease that no one wants to expose it, and demanded disarmament.

Although there are loyalty and courage, there are also considerations for keeping a low profile.

Of course, the old leader could think of this strategy of making enemies and breaking his own wings with his toes, which was definitely not something that an honest person like Xue Anyuan could think of. There must be the figure of that smiling little guy behind him.

Even so, the disarmament motion was completed, and Xue Anyuan was also criticized by all parties.

The old leader knew very well the grievances he suffered.

If this Dejiang dispute is really just an investment of 20 million yuan, the old leader will turn to Xue Xiang without hesitation.

But the problem has now risen to the confrontation between several factions. From the perspective of the unity of the top leaders, the old leader has to consider it comprehensively.

At this level of game, the final refereeship will naturally be handed over to the old leader.

The old leader naturally did not want both sides to cause storm because of such trivial matters.

As a referee, he should have made a judgment impartially and impartial.

But the old leader cannot be a fair referee, so he cannot be a good judge.

Why? The reason is very simple.

This is like your own children. When fighting with others, a more sensible parents will always blame their children.

The current situation is probably the case for the old leader.

Xue Xiang and Qiu Yuejin, there is no doubt that he is closer to Xue Xiang.

This is also clear to the big guys. Not to mention anything else, just Xue Xiang visited Meiyuan a few years ago and could enter the old leader's house. This shows how deeply the old leader cared for Xue Laosan.

Yu Jin, Xue Laosan and Qiu Yuejin had a conflict, and several families of both sides set up their own situations and had secretly confronted several times.

If it is a major matter in principle, the old leader must have his own opinions, but in such trivial matters, he can only suppress the trend.

To calm the trend, the old leader can only fight one sect and one sect.

Obviously, the only one who was beaten was his own child - the unlucky Xue Laosan.

In this sense, in fact, whether Cai Xingtian comes or not, Xue Laosan will be transferred from Dejiang this time.

At this point, the old leader felt more guilty towards Xue Anyuan, and said, "Southern, go and take down the horizontal scroll in the center of my study and send it to Anyuan's house."

"What!"

Comrade Nanfang was shocked and suddenly waved violently: "How can this work? Dad, that's your most precious thing."

"No matter how precious the thing is, it has its uses. An Yuan's four words are just right for dealing with people and things. Giving a sword to a hero is nothing to regret.

Comrades in the South are waiting for further persuasion, and the old leader waved his hand: "Go, don't be petty!"

"I'm still waiting for you to pass it to me!"

Comrade Nanfang muttered, stomped his feet, sighed, and turned around and left.

...

It was morning, the weather was clear and the sun was just right.

Baofeng District has the most ancient cultural characteristics of the Fuma Lane, bluestone and white tiles, green eaves and red buckets, long and deep.

This Fuma Lane is similar to the garden buildings of the municipal party committee compound, and is related to the famous Shu emperor Meng Chang.

According to legend, it is the residence of Princess Meng Chang, which was originally close to the neighborhood.

As for why it is not called Princess Lane, but instead called Princess Lane, I am afraid that even the oldest elders can’t explain it clearly.

Originally, this Fuma Lane was just an ordinary alley. In addition to its ancient shape, children and girls from the south and north of the city always like to come here to walk, which is considered to be a more famous alley nearby.

Since the reform and opening up, the economy has not been revitalized. Ordinary people do not look at industrial values ​​or can’t see the daily throughput of customs ports. Just observe these streets and alleys and everything will be clear.

This narrow Fuma Lane is not a bustling and lively area in Baofeng District. After all, it is still quite far from the Municipal Party Committee Courtyard.

Even so, because there are various public office buildings surrounding it, it is considered a dense living area.

Since the beginning of the reform, the vendors who pick chickens and sell eggs here, hold vegetables and fruits, and sell noodles with bags and noodles are more than a day.

It was half past ten, and the lively morning market was over, with only a few buyers left in front of each stall.

The vendors either sat against the wall, faced the sun, took the opportunity to take a break; or hugged their arms, shook their shoulders, rested on heavy joints, ready to welcome the arrival of the Wu market; more of them were scattered with inferior cigarettes, greeting those well-informed and good at storytelling, gathered together and set up the Dragon Gate Formation, the people in Shuzhong loved the most.

Dingdeng, a burst of rapid footsteps came, as if a sharp knife was slashed on the chopping board.

A tall girl in a skirt walked quickly from the entrance of the alley. The girl was narrow shoulders and waist-length, and her ink uniform was tightly wrapped.

But his graceful figure looks like the most beautiful music. His steps move and his figure rise and fall, as if he hooks the strings of the piano, and then he plays Gong Shangjiao Zhengyu, which is in his ears and hearts, as if the spring breeze blows on his face.

Bright eyes, high nose, plump red lips, crystal earlobes, and delicate facial features combine to form this beautiful face.

In an instant, everyone stopped talking without realizing it, facing the rising sun, staring blankly, as if welcoming the fairy who walked out of the rainbow.

However, ordinary people have dreams, fairies have no intentions.

In the blank eyes of everyone, the fairy slender girl stepped very fast, like a heavy rain, hitting Shuhe.

In a blink of an eye, the sound flew away and the gorgeous ended.

I don’t know who sighed, and then countless sighs sounded, and inexplicably, a deep melancholy piled up in this narrow alley.

"You don't even urinate and look at yourself. Just because you are a group of toads, you are still counting on eating swan meat?"

The melancholy was deep, and the picture was so pure that it could be accurately captured with the photographer's vision, and suddenly this vulgar scolding sounded.

Even the vendors who were not aware of the wind and snowy nights all felt a deep sense of disgust.

The vendors looked in the voice, but they saw that the only woman who was scolding the market was the only woman in the field, the Lai family's eldest sister-in-law, an aunt-level shrew in her fifties, who often tampered with the scales.

For the sake of two tomatoes and three chili peppers, I often scolded the aunts who were close to buying vegetables.

When she saw that she was interrupting, most of them tried to argue. If they could argue clearly with this old lady, there would be a ghost.
Chapter completed!