Rebirth of the Rising Sun

"Yes, they are two different things. But it is always right that Ji Dapeng broke the law. Based on the saying that everyone is equal before the law, there is nothing wrong in convicting him this time." Huo Jun is also a person with a strong sense of justice, otherwise he would not be in this position.

Huo Zhun added this sentence, in fact, to remind Feng Sizhe that he should not be lenient in this matter. Of course, he also knew that he might not be able to handle this matter with his ability, so he told Feng Sizhe everything, hoping to use this person's power to solve the matter. In his mind, whether it is Ji Dapeng or Chao Long, they are not good people. If both parties can be suppressed this time, the public security situation in Ducheng Province will be much better, which will also make his work a lot easier.

In fact, Huo Zhun also thought about whether to report this matter to the National Security Bureau. He didn't believe that he was afraid of Mr. Fang, and his leaders were afraid of him too. But after thinking about it, he still didn't do it, because he knew that once he reported it to the General Bureau, it would be like tearing off the face. At that time, the Ji family's face would definitely not look good. In anger, they might make some inappropriate moves. If so, his position as the director of the branch would be over first. How to strike the enemy and save yourself is the best way, so after thinking about it, he decided to let Feng Sizhe handle everything.

By the way, who made it possible for Feng Sizhe to have Mr. Zhao behind him who is no less capable than Mr. Fang?

Feng Sizhe also knew that Huo Zhun must have thought a lot before handing this matter over to him. This matter seemed like a hot potato, but on the other hand, it was also a kind of trust in him. He trusted him to handle this matter well and not lose the fairness of the law. This kind of trust is indeed extremely rare, and to put it bluntly, it cannot be bought with money.

"Okay, I will handle this matter, but Director Huo has to take care of the person for now." Feng Sizhe decided to take over the matter. Of course, he didn't have any good ideas now. It was the Spring Festival, so he thought it would be better to go back and discuss it with his grandfather.

"Of course." Seeing Feng Sizhe agreed, Huo Jun breathed a sigh of relief. If Feng Sizhe was not what he thought and did not take this job, he would be in a real dilemma.

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The eighth day of the Lunar New Year in 2008.

On the third day after Feng Sizhe celebrated his 40th birthday, he returned to the capital province and came to the Fang Mansion as soon as possible.

Originally, Mr. Zhao wanted to celebrate Feng Sizhe's birthday properly, but Young Master Feng refused. At his age and in his current position, he was already envied by others. If he became more high-profile, there was no guarantee what others would say about him. So he celebrated his birthday just like in previous years, spending it with his family and a few close female friends.

When he returned to Beijing this time, Feng Sizhe also asked his grandfather about Ji Dapeng's problem.

To Feng Sizhe's surprise, his grandfather was not at all embarrassed by this question. He just gave him an answer, which was to let him go directly to Mr. Fang and explain everything to him. Mr. Zhao also said that for someone like Mr. Fang who had experienced war, she would definitely know what to do.

With his grandfather's affirmative tone, Feng Sizhe rushed to the Fang Mansion as soon as he returned to the capital province.

Fang Mansion is located in a separate courtyard next to the old provincial party committee. The address of the old provincial party committee was still in the Cultural Revolution period. Later, due to the needs of social development, the address was changed to build a new provincial party committee, and the old provincial party committee was abandoned. Later, after some simple decoration, it was changed into the old cadres bureau directly under the province, and Fang Mansion is next to the old cadres bureau.

It is said that the province wanted to invite Ms. Fang to live in the Provincial Party Committee Standing Committee Courtyard, but this request was rejected by Ms. Fang. She said that one should not accept rewards without merit, and that a person who is retiring should have the awareness of a retiring person. It would be quieter for her to live in her own small courtyard.

Since this was Mr. Fang's intention, naturally no one could disobey him, so the Fang Mansion was born here. And because the Fang Mansion was here, the area in front of the door was also designated as a pedestrian zone, and no one could drive a car here. I guess this is also the reason why the Provincial Party Committee considered not disturbing Mr. Fang.

Feng Sizhe himself walked two miles to the gate of Fang's house, carrying the Jingxi snacks he brought from his grandparents in Kyoto.

I rang the doorbell, and a woman in her forties, dressed very simply but cleanly, came out. "Sir, who are you looking for?"

"Hello, please inform them that the descendants of He Jiayu are here to visit." Feng Sizhe said politely. He knew very well that he was a seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's door. If he offended the person who opened the door, he might not be able to see Mr. Fang again.

Perhaps because she saw Feng Sizhe was very polite, the woman thought about it for a while before nodding, "Okay, then you wait here for a while. Also, I want to remind you that if you are allowed to go in later, don't take anything. My husband doesn't like people giving him gifts the most."

"Oh." Feng Sizhe nodded, not surprised at all. He had seen many real leaders, and almost all of them had rules of one kind or another, so he was used to it. Of course, he didn't think he was here to give gifts. First, the things he brought were not worth much, and second, these things still had some meaning.

Feng Sizhe just stood there waiting, showing no sign of impatience. He waited for more than ten minutes before the woman reappeared. "Hello, please follow me in. Oh, and please bring in the things you brought."

"Haha, OK." Feng Sizhe nodded happily and followed the woman into the courtyard.

The woman leading the way didn't know why the master had such an order, since she obviously didn't accept anything. After walking a few steps, he remembered something and said, "Are you waiting impatiently? Let me tell you, my husband was lying in bed just now. He got up only after receiving the notification, so he was delayed for some time."

After listening to the woman's explanation, Feng Sizhe suddenly realized that he had just thought that Mr. Fang didn't want to see him, but now he was more confident after hearing this explanation. If he could make Mr. Fang get up from the bed to see him, wouldn't that show his importance?

Feng Sizhe followed the woman into the front yard, walked through a corridor and came to a pavilion. Here, he saw a person sitting in a wheelchair, with his upper body exposed and wearing the Zhongshan suit that many old revolutionaries liked very much.

"Hello, Grandma Fang." When Feng Sizhe saw the old woman, he walked up to her and knelt on the ground without saying a word, and kowtowed three times.

"Feng Sheng... kid, how can you do this? Get up quickly." Seeing Feng Sizhe coming, he knelt down. Mr. Fang Yuan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, hurriedly wanted to get up to help him. In the end, the woman who led the way was quick and reached out to support Feng Sizhe.

"Grandma Fang, my grandmother told me when I came here that I must behave like a descendant when I see you. I'm just following traditional etiquette." Feng Sizhe raised his head and spoke to Mr. Fang.

"What a traditional etiquette. But nowadays few young people care about it. Well, you have performed the formalities, please get up quickly." Mr. Fang seemed to have some insights after hearing this, and then he quickly made a gesture to Feng Sizhe to ask him to get up.

After bowing his head, Feng Sizhe naturally stopped being sentimental and stood up. He then handed over the Jingxi snack in his hand, "Grandma Fang, my grandmother said that you liked this snack before. She personally went to the old store to queue up and bought it for you. My grandmother also said that although it was not made by the same person, the taste has not changed much."

"Oh." Hearing Feng Sizhe's words, Mr. Fang nodded, "Afang, help me open it and give me a piece to try."

Obviously, Chen Fang was the woman who led Feng Sizhe.

"Yes, sir, but this is a dessert, your body..." Chen Fang said after hesitating for a moment.

"It doesn't matter. If it's authentic western Beijing dim sum, it won't be greasy." Mr. Fang shook his head and said.

Chen Fang did not dare to delay any longer and quickly brought the snacks that Feng Sizhe had brought to Mr. Fang and took a piece from them.

Mr. Fang took a piece of dessert and chewed it slowly, as if he was tasting some kind of delicacy. After about half a minute, he said, "Yes, Jiayu didn't lie to me. Although they are not made by the same person, the taste is not much different."

After saying this, Mr. Fang rushed to Feng Sizhe and said, "Go back and tell your grandmother that I will definitely visit her next time I come to Beijing and ask her to take me to see this old dim sum shop. Hey, why can't I find it in Kyoto?"

"Yes." Feng Sizhe did not dare to neglect and answered quickly. Before coming here, my grandmother said that she had worked with Mr. Fang for a period of time in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China. Although they did not have a deep relationship, she knew that this person liked to eat Jingxi dim sum the most. However, due to various reasons, the store was concerned. Now his descendants have returned to their old business for a living and were discovered by my grandmother who has always been concerned about this matter. She also believes that this thing can be used as a stepping stone to quickly bring the two sides closer.

After hearing what his grandmother said, Feng Sizhe still had a little doubt in his heart. Who is Mr. Fang? He has seen everything. How could he have a good impression of him just because of a piece of dessert? But now it seems that it is true. In fact, Feng Sizhe had no idea that Mr. Fang was a student of the old Yanjing University and was born in Kyoto. He grew up eating this Jingxi dessert when he was a child. Now that so many years have passed, he can still taste this dessert. Naturally, his nostalgia comes out, and he will naturally have a better impression of Feng Sizhe, the person who gave him the gift.