Hu Liming held a pile of newspapers, feeling like he had a treasure, lay on the table, and started reading,...

After many days of boredom, Hu Liming looked and laughed, and the joy in his heart seemed to be about to break through his chest and block the world.

Hu Liming was in the room and laughed loudly. Mrs. Hu and Hu Mingming outside the room completely gave up and believed that he must have some disease. Mrs. Hu was in hindering Hu Liming's current position and was not easy to send him to the hospital. For fear of affecting her husband's future, she decided to obey her daughter and ask a familiar doctor to come to the house for Hu Liming to check. Who would have thought that Mrs. Hu had just put her hand on the phone and the ring ringed first.

Mrs. Hu picked it up, and a strong male voice came from over there: "Director Hu, I am Ma Dongliang..."

The voice on the other side of the phone was short and anxious. Mrs. Hu cut off and said, "I am his lover. Lao Hu is in poor health now. You need to rest. If you have something to do, you can call me another day."

Mrs. Hu didn't want outsiders to see Hu Liming's crazy appearance. She was about to hang up the phone while talking. Suddenly, Hu Liming opened the door, poked his head out, and asked, "Who's the phone call?"

"What kind of beam is called?"

When Hu Liming heard this, he guessed that it was Ma Dongliang. Seeing that it was a small director, Hu Liming lost interest and was about to close the door and continued to appreciate the extraordinary article in the newspaper. Suddenly, his mind turned sharply: Ma Dongliang, Xue Xiang, Ma Dongliang knew Xue Xiang, this...

"Don't hang up!" Hu Liming stopped Mrs. Ma's movements, took a few steps, and took control of the phone.

"Old Ma, what's the matter?"

"Hu, Director Hu, Xue, Comrade Xue Xiang came to me, he said he wanted to. He wanted to surrender himself." On the phone, Ma Dongliang was already incoherent.

In fact, when Xue Xiang suddenly appeared at his doorstep at 3:30 last night, Ma Dongliang had never woken up. It was not until noon the next day that he remembered that he had to report the matter to Hu Liming. Because this matter was too big, he felt dizzy when he thought about it. As for the rewards such as arresting wanted criminals across the country, Ma Dongliang never thought about it.

Sure enough, he guessed it. Hu Liming suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and said anxiously: "Where is Comrade Xue Xiang? I'm on the side or not, please let me talk to him."

"Comrade Xue Xiang said he was afraid that the impact would be bad. He took the initiative to stay in prison. I'm calling you in the office now."

"What, how can you let Comrade Xue Xiang live in that kind of place? You, you. I see that you, Lao Ma, have no political sensitivity at all. Does this director want to do it?" Hu Liming was furious and excited.

"Director, Director, don't worry. Listen to me, I..." On the other end of the phone, Ma Dongliang couldn't help but wipe his sweat, and his forehead turned into a stream.

"Okay, just say nothing, I'll come here immediately. Keep the news of Comrade Xue Xiang's arrival confidential. If it is leaked, you can go home and take the child." Hu Liming said sternly, without waiting for Ma Dongliang to echo, he snatched the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Hu Liming turned around and ran towards the room. While running, he asked Mrs. Hu to boil water for him, get soap and razor, and told Hu Mingming to quickly burn his Zhongshan suit. After he greeted him, he muttered loudly: "The night gave me black eyes, but I used it to find light. Ah, my light, I'm here..."

In theory, Hu Liming was not like this kind of joy and anger that was unrestrained, but he was suppressed for a long time and was also at home without outsiders. Suddenly, I started a young man and came to the scene.

Hu Liming was like this, and it was like a little wind and rain, which made the Hu family's mother and daughter shocked. I don't know what he was going crazy. However, as long as he didn't continue to sleep, what would happen? Therefore, the mother and daughter were called together and became busy.

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This is the largest detention room of the Hongshan District Public Security Bureau. Through the window, you can look out at Moshan and overlook Tangxun Lake. Originally, seven or eight kids who fought were detained in this detention room. However, for some reason last night, Deputy Director Zhao rushed to the bureau in his flowery pajamas in the middle of the night. He first shouted to remove the kids, and then called all the police officers on the night shift, and quickly cleaned the detention room, replaced them with a new bed and new furniture, which made Deputy Political Commissar Xia, who was on duty, muttered.

Director Zhao Fu felt that Deputy Political Commissar Xia was annoyed and threw out a sentence, "It was Director Ma's instructions. I came without seeing me wearing pajamas. I was pulled up in the quilt. If you have any objections, go and react with Director Ma." Deputy Political Commissar Xia was choked.

Deputy Political Commissar Xia had eaten and hung it down. The rest of the people dared not have any questions. They followed the instructions of Deputy Director Zhao and started working hard. Some people smashed the door of the furniture factory overnight and bought beds and cabinets. Some were forced to go to the flower bed in the middle of the night to pull flowers and pick up seedlings and make potted plants. Some people pulled the red cloth on the long table in the conference room and hung curtains on the walls of the detention room...

Anyway, a group of people worked until dawn, and the detention room became a hotel standard room. Not only did they have a blanket on the floor, but they even made a phone call and the radio was making noises.

Xue Xiang arrived at the Hongshan District Public Security Bureau at noon. Last night, he had already agreed to surrender with Ma Dongliang and wanted to move into the detention room. As a result, Ma Dongliang introduced him to the standard single room that had been arranged overnight. Seeing such a luxurious phone, Xue Xiang was so amused and laughed. Before he could open his mouth to change another room, Ma Dongliang slapped the door, and said with a smile on his face, "You are detained", and ran back to the office to inform Hu Liming.

When Ma Dongliang communicated with Hu Liming, Xue Xiang leaned against the soft cotton quilt, took the desk and stacked a neatly tidy stack of new newspapers. He went to the middle of the night last night, and he had just gotten up now and didn't have time to read the newspaper. However, Xue Xiang was stunned, and his masterpiece was listed.

Of course, Xue Xiang knew Comrade Zhenhua's influence and his energy, but he never expected that the manuscript that Comrade Zhenhua just received last night was published today, and it was the first in China. This is too terrifying.

Xue Xiang naturally didn't know how tortuous this article could be. It turned out that his article was first published in the official newspaper of the Organization Department, also known as a small party newspaper, and then it was instructed by Comrade Zhenhua to forward it. The reason why it was published was that Comrade Zhenhua went straight to the newspaper overnight, demanding that the original front-page headlines be abolished and temporarily replaced.

Although Comrade Zhenhua has a high position, he is not in charge of the core of the publicity. His request for revisions in this way is also a violation of organizational principles and is extremely inappropriate, but Comrade Zhenhua did this.

Sure enough, at 8 o'clock in the evening, Xue Xiang and Hu Liming, who came here, sat around the fire in the detention room. While eating hot pot, the Beijing Znhai held an emergency meeting.

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At 10 o'clock in the evening, the two rows of street lights that were directly connected to the main hall of the Jiang family's mansion were on. The guards and staff of the Jiang family knew that this was the lights that Jiang Chaotian lit and the road that Jiang Geyang had not returned home. In fact, when Jiang Geyang's car arrived outside the gate, the guards outside would send a message, and it would be too late to turn on the lights. But Jiang Chaotian didn't like this. As long as Jiang Geyang had not returned home in the evening, he would turn on the street lights. Even if Jiang Geyang didn't return overnight, the street lights would have to be on until the sun rose the next morning.

Outsiders don’t know why Young Master Jiang had this quirk, but Jiang Geyang knew that the meaning was profound and that he was his son illuminating his own way, not only his way under his feet, but also his way of career. Over the years, Jiang Geyang also felt that the light was not shining in vain. He relied on this guiding light to find that he had successfully leaped through many reefs and flowed through many torrents smoothly.

Jiang Geyang sat in the car and saw his house from a distance. The incandescent light bulb hanging in the air was originally full of haze and anxiety, but now it was diluted. The car drove fast and steadily, and after a few breaths, he entered the courtyard.

As soon as the secretary opened the car door, Jiang Chaotian and a middle-aged man came out of the main hall. Before Jiang Chaotian could speak, the middle-aged man spoke first: "Jiang Zhengshi, but I want me to wait. Could it be that the moon is white and the wind is clear all the way, Jiang Zhengshi is greedy for the scenery and forgets the way back, hahaha..."

The person who spoke was Mr. Ji's life secretary and Ding Shiqun, deputy director of the Office of the CPC Central Committee. On the eve of the big change of the past year, it was the condition for this person to go to Songzhuzhai to discuss. After returning, he held a small meeting with the father and son of the Jiang family at the Jiang family's mansion. As Mr. Ji's confidant, Jiang Geyang usually had to give in a little respect. Therefore, Ding Shiqun always smiled at Jiang Geyang and was very relaxed.

"Haha, it's Shiqun. Didn't it be that the secret tendons passed down by Lao Zhao's ancestors last time were eaten by Lao Zhao's ancestors at my house. After slid, I went to me to consume my inventory? That's not possible. These tendons are not easy to change. In autumn and winter, I only got more than ten pieces. Last time I asked you to eat and take them, and I took two of them away. This time I said I couldn't let you get involved." Jiang Geyang got out of the car, took a few steps, and grabbed Ding Shiqun's stretched out hand and kept shaking it.

Ding Shiqun slapped his forehead and smiled and said, "Why did you care about drinking tea before? I forgot the supreme delicacy? Don't you say that the tendon I brought back was sucked by Mr. Ji. Your chef's skills are absolutely first-class. Mr. Ji can make the tendons so that Mr. Ji can't even talk about it. I don't say anything about your previous words. I just think I've eaten less, so I'm not polite this time." After that, he turned his head and shouted at Jiang Geyang's secretary: "Xiao Feng, have you heard that, please tell Lao Zhao to make it. Two servings. I can't forget Mr. Ji even if I eat them here."

Hahaha……..

Jiang Geyang smiled and called the secretary to the kitchen, then took Ding Shiqun's hand and walked towards the hall. Soon, the three of them entered the kitchen, each holding purple clay cups, and drinking tea. For a moment, no one spoke, only the sound of tea and the light smoke in the room were left.

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Chapter completed!