Rebirth of the Rising Sun

But even though he had made preparations beforehand and knew that someone would plead for Wo Xiaozhi, he did not expect that there would be so many people calling, and some of them even had great influence in the central government. For a time, these calls shook his confidence.

The reason why Feng Sizhe wavered was not because he was afraid of certain people, but because he was weighing whether it was worth offending so many people for this matter.

At the top, the most important thing is balance, the balance of various forces. The country does not belong to a certain person, but to the people, and also to various forces and families representing different classes. It is obviously impossible for anyone to stand out and want to be above everyone else by his own strength.

Just like Feng Sizhe, he also had to consider the feelings of more people. If he didn't buy into everyone's opinion because of Wo Xiaozhi's matter and offended more people, it would be a loss.

Feng Sizhe couldn't help scratching his head after just hanging up a call from an old leader. Although the other party didn't mention Wo Xiaozhi's matter explicitly on the phone, the so-called military-civilian family and the affection between the military and the people were hinting to him that he shouldn't push too hard on the issue of Wo Xiaozhi and should try to take a compromise approach.

Yes, to put it bluntly, it is the doctrine of the mean, which is one of the methods that has always been used in the Republic.

Feng Sizhe pressed his temple. He had been having a lot of headaches recently. The matter of Wo Xiaozhi, the change of leadership among senior executives in Xichuan City, and the economic development of Ducheng Province, each of these required a lot of his energy, and he would not take any of the work lightly. It would not be said that he was busy with all kinds of things, but it was not an exaggeration to say that he had to deal with dozens or even hundreds of urgent matters a day.

"Ding-ling-ling..." The phone rang again, and it was the red phone on the table.

If the red phone rang, it must be the head of the central government calling, or at least the retired senior leader. If the red phone of other governors or secretaries rang once in a while, it would be a big deal, but the red phone on Feng Sizhe's desk has rang countless times in the past few days.

Shaking his head, Feng Sizhe answered the phone helplessly. He could not back down from such a call, let alone refuse to answer it, otherwise who knows what big boss might be unhappy.

"Hello, I'm Feng Sizhe." As soon as the phone was connected, Feng Sizhe used honorifics. There was nothing he could do about it. Generally speaking, the people who called were more experienced and older than him.

"Haha, hello Comrade Sizhe." Duan Jianghe's somewhat friendly voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hello, Chief." Feng Sizhe recognized the other party's voice the first time and said respectfully.

"Well, Comrade Sizhe, have you been under a lot of pressure recently?" Duan Jianghe said with a laugh on the other end of the phone.

Duan Jianghe had called Feng Sizhe before, and his tone was always cordial, but not as natural as this time. Feng Sizhe also knew that Duan Lao was in the hospital, waiting for his life to slip away at any time, so it was no wonder that Duan's family was unhappy, but this time the other party's tone was obviously much better.

Feng Sizhe, who didn't know why this happened, told the truth, "Yes, Chief, the pressure is really great."

"Well, it's normal to have pressure. If you want to do something, you are bound to offend some people. But it doesn't matter. Since the country and the people have given us this power, we must live up to this responsibility and the trust of the people. Just like what is happening now, I think we should just do it this way. If someone calls you, let them contact me." Duan Jianghe said in a very imposing tone, and it can be seen that he was much more confident on the other end of the phone this time.

In fact, the main reason for Duan Jianghe's change of approach was that Mr. Duan suddenly woke up from his hospital bed.

And this time, Mr. Duan was very clear-headed and even in good spirits. Seeing this change, many experts in the hospital had a bad feeling, wondering if this was the so-called last moments of life. But no matter what, Mr. Duan suddenly woke up, which was definitely a good thing for his son Duan Jianghe.

Old Duan's illness this time was a bit sudden, and he was not in his right mind when he got sick, so he didn't explain many things well. Now that he has woken up, it is equivalent to giving the Duan family some buffer time.

Duan Jianghe followed his father's instructions and immediately called several retired central government officials who had great influence. Not long after, those old guys who had retired but still had considerable influence came to the hospital and talked with Duan Dongju for more than two hours.

Several people talked about the changes in the country's development over the years, and also talked about some of the advantages and disadvantages under the changes. From beginning to end, Duan Jianghe was always with them, and took the opportunity to tell them what had just happened to Duan Yuntao.

Duan Dongju, who was always very decisive in doing things, heard about this and immediately said to his son, "The army is used to protect the country and the people, not a tool for people to show off their power. Once something like this happens, it must be handled properly. We must kill one to warn the rest and prevent such things from happening again."

These words of Mr. Duan are definitely an instruction, and they may even be written into the history of the Party. Or, to put it more seriously, they can be regarded as his last words.

Of course, everyone, including Duan Jianghe, agreed with what Old Duan said. Several big men who were also very old but had great influence expressed their support for what Old Duan said. So Duan Jianghe felt relieved. With his father's words and so many people witnessing it, he became more confident and called Feng Sizhe.

Of course, this call also had another meaning, which was to inform Feng Sizhe and let him inform his youngest son Duan Yuntao to return to Beijing immediately. After all, Mr. Duan's mental state suddenly became so good, but it was a recurring phenomenon. Now, he had to prepare for the worst.

With Duan Jianghe's words, Feng Sizhe could finally breathe a sigh of relief. With this attitude, he could transfer any pressure in the future. This also made him more focused on the work at hand. After all, his position was still the acting governor of Ducheng Province, and the economic development of a province was what he needed to care about most.

Of course, after receiving the call from Duan Jianghe, Feng Sizhe immediately notified Duan Yuntao, and also asked Yin Fenglei to buy a few tickets to Kyoto as soon as possible. It was hard to say when Mr. Duan's health would end, and as a junior, he should go and see him for the last time.

The plane arrived in Kyoto that night, and Duan Yunpeng had already arranged a car to wait here. However, he did not show up and was still in the hospital. It was obvious that Duan's condition was not very good.

Feng Sizhe did not inform his grandfather this time. After all, he didn't want to enjoy the treatment of the Red Flag car every time he came back. Although this was an honor, he felt a little guilty if it happened every time.

Following the Duan family's car, they arrived at the hospital. As soon as they entered the hospital, Duan Yunpeng came over and said, "Yuntao, go see grandpa for the last time." As he spoke, Duan Yunpeng's eyes turned red. It was obvious that he had a very good relationship with the old dog Duan. Now that his grandfather was about to leave, how could he not be sad as a grandson?

Duan Yuntao immediately rushed into the ward, and only then did Duan Yunpeng look at Feng Sizhe and say, "Here I am."

"Well, Mr. Duan, don't be too sad. Mr. Duan has already lived a very glorious life." Feng Sizhe said comfortingly.

"Well, I know, but when I think about leaving grandpa forever, I can't stop feeling sad." Duan Yunpeng said in a low voice.

Feng Sizhe was silent at this moment. In fact, he didn't know what to say, because he thought that if his grandfather encountered this day, he would be in the same bad mood, and at that time, no words from others would be able to calm him down.

After Feng Sizhe and Duan Yunpeng stood there for about five minutes, the door of the ward was opened and Duan Jianghe walked out.

As soon as he saw Duan Jianghe, Duan Yunpeng shouted "Dad." Feng Sizhe naturally shouted "Hello, Chief."

"Sizhe, you're here, come in quickly, my father wants to see you." Duan Jianghe just nodded at his son, and then spoke to Feng Sizhe.

Elder Duan wanted to see him? Feng Sizhe was stunned for a moment, then he nodded quickly and walked towards the ward. To be honest, he had never thought that such a thing would happen. He was just a junior to see Elder Duan off for the last time.

The originally spacious ward was already overcrowded. When Feng Sizhe walked into the ward, he unexpectedly saw several bigwigs of the Republic sitting there in succession. There were leaders of the previous generation of the Republic, and even those in power of the previous generation. These people were all sitting there quietly at the moment. When they saw him come in, several of them nodded to him.

"Hello, Mr. Zhong, Hello, Mr. Wei, Hello, Mr. Peng..." Feng Sizhe greeted everyone at this moment. As far as he knew, among the people present, the qualifications of each one were no less than his grandfather, but these people were old, and their children were not developing in the forum, so they basically rarely showed up. However, this could not deny their strong influence, because if these people spoke, even the current General Secretary Comrade Qin Xianghua had to listen to them.

After greeting several elderly people, Feng Sizhe walked up to Duan Dongju, who was lying on the bed in the ward and looked pale, and said, "Hello, Mr. Duan."