After returning from Dahua Heavy Industry's inspection, he approved a few more documents. Then, he accompanied him to visit Yan Botao and talked a few words. After raising his hand and looking at his watch twice, Yan Botao stood up and said with great sensibility. He also said generously that he would be on duty in the Macro Department today. If Xue Shi had something to do, he could do it himself.

Xue Laosan did have something to do, but it was still urgent, and he was not pretentious, so he rushed to his home immediately.

When he got home, Qi Rusheng, dressed in casual clothes, was watching the two shirtless old men playing chess with great pleasure under the old locust tree at the entrance of the alley. He seemed to have used the old man left to take a move and ate a cannon from his opponent. This immediately caused the old man right to be furious and complained. Qi Rusheng was not angry, and was still smiling and talking nonsense.

Xue Xiang looked away for a while and was amused. He was a military-level general, and he became bored and no different from ordinary people.

After coughing heavily, Xue Xiang turned back to the door, opened the lock, and soaked the tea in the door. He saw Qi Rusheng stepping into the door and complained, "Stirring chess baskets, two stinky chess baskets, teach the left one, blame me on the right one, teach the right one, blame me on the left one, blame me on the left one, Humph!"

"Then you won't stop teaching and shut up, oh, that's the case, you'll have to blame yourself."

Xue Xiang said with a smile, reaching out to fill his teacup.

"Hey, why has the tea soup turned green? It's not Dahongpao anymore." Qi Rusheng said strangely.

"What are you going to Dahongpao? You and the tea stems also have the same taste as Dahongpao, and you have no choice but to slander things."

Last night, in the flower garden in the courtyard, he talked with Qi Rusheng. Xue Xiang specially brought a pot of Dahong Pao. He wanted to reward the military officer, but he knew that the cow drank and whale swallowed it. The last cup was poured, but the man didn't drink it and just pulled his legs and left.

This time, Xue Xiang knew what a cow chewed peonies, but she didn't expect that at this moment, Qi Rusheng would be embarrassed to be picky and not be ridiculed by Xue Xiang. That would be strange.

"You are wrong. Let me tell you the truth. The big bowl of herbal tea made from tea stems in the recruits is better than your Dahongpao. It is hot and hot. I pick up a big bowl and pour it all in one breath. The pleasure is that even drinking strong wine can't be compared!"

Xue Xiang's temper. He understood that Dahongpao could no longer care about it, so it would be better to ask for some verbal advantage.

Xue Xiang waved his hand and said, "Put it down and you can send it to me."

Qi Rusheng slapped his forehead heavily, as if he had suddenly changed his personality, and his face was full of seriousness. "My brain is getting worse and worse as he gets older, why did he forget this? It's all the blame for those two chess games."

Qi Rusheng had no preferences, but he only liked to play chess, and was almost obsessed with it. He was just a free man in the city and the world was playing a game of Chu and Han fighting for power. Even though both sides were stinking chess, Qi Rusheng still couldn't help but feel itchy and got involved.

He came to meet Xue Xiang for a big event, but in the end, Xue Xiang returned. He coughed and stepped into the house. This guy still didn't come. He had to wait for a game to decide the score, and then he came late.

When he entered the door, most of his mind was still immersed in the Chu River and Han dynasties, and he never thought of serious matters at all. At this moment, when Xue Xiang mentioned it, he suddenly came to his senses and quickly moved his butt to Xue Xiang. He knew that there was no one around, but he still pinched, "Tell me, what are the things in those two paper bags? Could it be that you sealed out the two most favorite calligraphy of the leader. Mr. Cheng is the cursive script of the leader who loves the most. There are many pictures hidden in his home, but there are no fine works. They are letters and documents that the leader usually reviews. The cultural value is not high, and the calligraphy level is not enough. You hide "Qinyuanchun" and "Loushanguan" there. Mr. Cheng is probably thinking about it a long time ago. This time you use two objects to exchange it, which will definitely attract Mr. Cheng's intentions, and it is not difficult to get things done."

Bangbang, Xue Xiang stretched out his fingers and pounded the glass tea table heavily. Ruyi drummed the morning bell, and Qi Rusheng's eardrum trembled. Xue Xiang picked up the tea and sent it to Qi Rusheng's mouth. Qi Rusheng unconsciously took it and drank it in one mouthful.

Unexpectedly, after he finished the drink, Xue Xiang poured the second cup and forced him to pour three cups in a row. Xue Laosan stopped and said with a smile, "General Qi, have you crawled out of the Chuhe Han Realm now?"

"Climb out, climb out!" Qi Rusheng covered his mouth and choked.

Qi Rusheng is a wise man. Xue Xiang knew this well, otherwise, even if Xue Anyuan kept him to counsel the military aircraft, Xue Xiang would have sent it out long ago.

But what Qi Rusheng said just now was clearly confused.

Just imagine, what kind of person does Cheng Lao do to exchange cultural relics for officials?

Furthermore, he, Xue, always wanted to take things straight and not seek things from the curve, so how could he do bribes? Qi Rusheng was clearly confused.

After drinking three cups of tea in a row, Qi Rusheng was sober and said in a deep voice, "It's neither a bribe or a threat. Little leader, you won't really do such a thing!"

Qi Rusheng clenched his hands tightly, stared at him like a bell, his nerves were extremely tense, afraid that Xue Xiang would give him a positive answer.

Xue Xiang smiled slightly and said lightly, "You said that either bribes or threats. Is there any other way to do this?"

"Damn it!" Qi Rusheng suddenly rushed up, stared at Xue Xiang, and shouted coldly, "What a kind of person, Mr. Cheng, the most terrifying white terror era, was arrested and imprisoned, and all kinds of torture have survived. How can you be scared by a person like iron and copper casting!" While speaking, he pounded his head a few times. "It's also my fault. I regret not trusting you easily. I should have opened it and see what objects were inside. I will never fall into such a field. The disaster is gone, the disaster is gone, and it will be a big deal. I am afraid that the old leader will be involved. You, you, you..."

It is not unreasonable that Qi Rusheng was called the commander of the Jinyiwei in secret. In front of outsiders, he was a cold-blooded and resourceful image. But this time, Xue Xiang was so angry that he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. If someone acquaintances encountered this scene, he would have to think that Xue Anyuan had ascended to the immortals.

Indeed, anyone who is in Qi Rusheng's position will be anxious and crazy. No one has an incredible heart like Xue Xiang.

What a great figure, Cheng Lao, he is a great veteran. Because of his low-keyness, grassroots cadres would probably think that this prominent hero has passed away, but who knows that Cheng Lao is in a vast ocean without waves, but he has a great appearance.

As an important leader of the ruling party for half a century, he can also count into his palms, or even between one palm.

In the past, the old man was regarded as one of the three elders in the white area, a red-branded figure.
Chapter completed!