When he took it out, he saw that it was his father's, a look of surprise flashed across Feng Zhengcheng's face. His father rarely called him, but his mother, although he had become the secretary of the municipal party committee, would call him every now and then, asking about his well-being, as if he was still a child who had not grown up.

"Dad, is there anything wrong?" Feng Zhengcheng asked.

"Old Huang and your uncle are all at our house. You can arrange a quieter place to have dinner in the evening." Feng Wenbo's slightly excited voice came from the phone.

Of course, Feng Zhengcheng knew that the uncle mentioned by Feng Wenbo was pointing to Xia Yunjie. Although Xia Yunjie repeatedly insisted that Feng Zhengcheng called him Teacher Xia, when Feng Wenbo talked to Feng Zhengcheng privately, he was still used to using his uncle to replace Xia Yunjie.

"Old Huang? Who is Old Huang?" A hint of confusion appeared on Feng Zhengcheng's face.

His father was over 70 years old, and at his age, few people could afford to use the title "Huang Lao".

"Who else can afford the title of your father? The old leader in the capital." Feng Wenbo said.

"What? Huang... Mr. Huang, he is at our house! He wants to... have dinner with me at night?" Even though Feng Zhengcheng, as the secretary of the municipal party committee of a city, heard that Mr. Huang was so shocked that he spoke a little uneasy. Of course, he was more excited and excited.

Mr. Huang, that is the only towering tree in the Republic. If he climbs up to him, then Feng Zhengcheng will have a great career.

"Don't put gilds on your face. If your uncle hadn't helped Mr. Huang treat his illness, would you think you were qualified to have a meal with Mr. Huang?" Feng Wenbo said angrily when he heard this.

"That's right, that's right, I'll make arrangements right away. But Huang Lao came to Jiangzhou City, that's a big deal. Since I know, logically speaking, I have to report to the provincial leaders, otherwise afterwards..." Feng Wenbo deserves to be a person who has been in the officialdom for a long time. As he spoke, he immediately thought of the province.

"Old Huang said, let you call Secretary Zhao and invite him to have a simple meal together. Forget about the others, if Mr Huang doesn't want to mobilize others, your uncle must not want to do it either." Feng Wenbo said.

Feng Wenbo's words made Feng Zhengcheng feel so happy. He really wanted to sleep, but someone sent him a pillow.

Mr. Huang came to the place and any official didn't want to meet him and talk to him. Mr. Huang left the opportunity to call Feng Zhengcheng, so he naturally gave him favors.

"I know, I know. I'll call Secretary Zhao now to see if he has any instructions." Feng Zhengcheng said hurriedly.

"Look at your promising prospect!" Feng Wenbo was the least used to listening to his son's official words. Hearing this, he said something angrily, and hung up the phone.

...

Although Mr. Huang’s request is to keep silent and low-key, once he learns that Mr. Huang is coming to Jiangzhou City, who dares to be careless? Who dares to treat it with a normal mind?

How can this news be wrapped up?

So after talking to his father, Feng Zhengcheng's nerves became very nervous. After receiving Feng Zhengcheng's call, Secretary Zhao Xingjun, who was far away in the provincial capital, received a call from Feng Zhengcheng, his brain nerves became very nervous. He strictly told Feng Zhengcheng to entertain Mr. Huang, especially in terms of security. At the same time, he immediately set off for Jiangzhou City.

Feng Zhengcheng met Mr. Huang at his home. When he saw his uncle and Mr. Huang befriending each other and chatting and laughing, his shock could not be described in words.

What kind of identity is Mr. Huang? The entire Republic can never slap him in a single slap. But his uncle, this young man who is only twenty years old, can talk and laugh freely to Mr. Huang. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would have believed it?

However, when Feng Zhengcheng calmed down and thought about his uncle's magical skills, he felt that all this seemed not surprising.

Although Mr. Huang is a founding elder and a general of war, he is still a mortal after all, and his uncle is already half a god!

As Feng Wenbo said, if it weren't for Xia Yunjie, Feng Zhengcheng would not be qualified to have dinner with Mr. Huang. So although Feng Zhengcheng was the secretary of the municipal party committee and the top leader of Jiangzhou City, he had just met Mr. Huang in a regular manner when he arrived at home, and asked him about the arrangements for the evening. Besides, Secretary Zhao was on the way, he would not have interrupted the rest.

Feng Zheng retreated aside tactfully and did not dare to disturb the conversation between Mr. Huang and Xia Yunjie.

"Secretary Feng, he started to rule Jiangzhou City at the age of 38. He is really young and promising. I have heard of it for a long time, but I didn't expect you to be the grandson of Master Feng's uncle." When Feng Zhengcheng retreated aside, Qu Weiguo shook hands with him and whispered.

"I am so stupid, who are you?" Since Qu Weiguo could follow Mr. Huang, how dare Feng Zhengcheng underestimated him. He shook hands with Qu Weiguo enthusiastically, and then whispered politely.

"Haha, my name is Qu Weiguo. I am the same family as your father, and he is my uncle." Qu Weiguo explained to Feng Zhengcheng with a smile, then lowered his voice and said in his ear.

Feng Zhengcheng was shocked when he heard this, and then he grabbed Qu Weiguo's hand tightly and said, "Director Qu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't know you in advance..."

"Haha, they are all their own people, so there is no need to be so dissatisfied." Qu Weiguo took Feng Zhengcheng's hand and gently patted the back of his hand and smiled.

"Yes, yes, they are all their own people!" Feng Zhengcheng shook his body slightly again after hearing this, then suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, nodded and agreed.

Qu Weiguo smiled when he heard this, and then looked at Uncle Master who was talking and laughing with Mr. Huang with admiration.

Although Qu Weiguo was also a government official in secret, he was different from an official like Feng Zhengcheng. Because he was not an ordinary person, he was a wizard. In his bones, what he really pursued was not an official career but immortality. Of course, since he entered the official career, it means that Qu Weiguo was still quite passionate about his career, but no matter what, pursuing the immortal way of heaven is his ultimate goal.

To put it inappropriately, his career is just his interest, while cultivation is Qu Weiguo's real life. Therefore, since he saw Uncle Master showing his skills, Xia Yunjie's tall image in his mind suddenly became established. Even though he was still very young, it did not hinder Qu Weiguo's admiration for the elders and strong people in his sect.

Xia Yunjie met Zhao Xingjun, the secretary of the Jiangnan Provincial Party Committee, in the banquet hall.

Secretary Zhao is a man who looks very energetic, and this can be seen from the light bursting out from his eyes. However, Secretary Zhao's left foot seems to be a little inconvenient, and he seems to have less of the firmness and momentum of a soldier when walking.

"Hello, Chief!" However, when Zhao Xingjun walked to Mr. Huang and stood up straight and saluted, the military aura suddenly came out.

Huang Lao raised his hand reflexively, with a look of remembrance in his eyes, and then he smiled and put down his hand kindly and pulled Zhao Xingjun's hand, saying, "Come on, come on, Xiao Zhao, let me introduce you to you. This is Xia Yunjie, my savior, and my brother. Just call him Teacher Xia."

When Zhao Xingjun entered the banquet hall just now, he saw Xia Yunjie sitting next to Mr. Huang. He felt very strange at the time. He basically knew Mr. Huang's descendants and did not seem to be the young man in front of him. Now, after hearing Mr. Huang's introduction, he was shocked. It turned out that the young man sitting next to Mr. Huang was not a grandson of Mr. Huang, but his brother!

"Hello, Teacher Xia!" Since he was Mr. Huang's savior and brother, Secretary Zhao did not dare to neglect and hurriedly stretched out his hands.

"Hello, Secretary Zhao." Xia Yunjie shook hands with a smile.

"Everyone sit down, huh, Xiao Zhao, have you ever had an old problem with your left leg?" Huang Lao waved his hand after Xia Yunjie shook his hands with Secretary Zhao. However, when he saw Secretary Zhao walking towards his seat, his left leg seemed a little unstraight, and he couldn't help asking with concern.

"Thank you for your concern. The weather has become a little cold these days, so I feel a little uncomfortable. It will be fine after the weather stabilizes in a few days." Secretary Zhao said gratefully when he heard this.

But when he said this, Secretary Zhao knew it was very clear that the facts were much more serious than he said. The bone hyperplasia caused by the old injuries was getting worse and worse, so serious that the joints were stiff and inflexible in the morning. He needed repeated massage and exercises before he could stand and walk. Now he requires plaster and acupuncture almost every day, but it can only play a ease effect.

The doctor has suggested that he have surgery, but this surgery is not only very painful, but also has slow recovery after the operation. The most important thing is that he needs to walk in a wheelchair for a period of time after the operation, which is the most unacceptable thing for the provincial party secretary Zhao Xingjun.

"What's going on with Secretary Zhao's leg?" Xia Yunjie had just discovered the problem with Secretary Zhao's feet. Now when he saw Mr. Huang talk, he asked casually.

"The old injuries left during the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam have been with me for many years, and they are old problems. It's okay, it's okay, today it's rare that the old leader came to Jiangnan, so we won't talk about this." Secretary Zhao said.

"Xiao Zhao, you are wrong. My brother is a miracle doctor. You have the chance to meet him today, so why don't you ask him to take a look for you?" Huang Lao waved his hand, and after saying that, Huang Lao turned to Xia Yunjie and said, "Brother, why don't you please show me this old subordinate?"

Secretary Zhao has seen all the legs of famous doctors, and Feng Wenbo has also helped him see them, but he only prescribed some plaster to promote blood circulation, remove swelling and relieve pain, and relieve pain, but it cannot be cured. So he didn't have much hope when he heard this. Besides, Xia Yunjie is still so young. But since Mr. Huang spoke, he had to say a few words on the scene: "I wonder when Teacher Xia is free? Please..."

"There is nothing to be empty. Since I have met it, I will take a look for you now." Xia Yunjie said.

The injuries suffered in the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam are also a national hero, not to mention the face of Huang Lao.

"Isn't this good? I've been with me for many years, and I can't cure it in a short while. I'd better wait..." Secretary Zhao couldn't help laughing and crying when he heard that Xia Yunjie was going to see him leg disease now.
Chapter completed!