Rebirth of the Rising Sun

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Feng Sizhe had an idea and immediately came up with a plan. He smiled at Ma Jun and said, "Secretary Ma, I have specially prepared some gifts for you when you come to the provincial capital to visit the leader. Someone will deliver them from Kyoto tomorrow morning. I will go to visit the leader in person at that time. I hope you can tell the leader in advance so that we can arrange a time."

After Feng Sizhe finished speaking, Ma Jun was very surprised. He was a little confused. What was wrong with Feng Sizhe? Didn't he know that there was a woman named Yuan Meimei who hated him to the extreme? Now that he had spoken this matter to her, wasn't he afraid that she would have some excessive thoughts?

Although it is common to give gifts to leaders when visiting them, this is usually just a formality and few people would say it. With Feng Sizhe's intelligence and his cautiousness in dealing with people, why did he suddenly say this?

Ma Jun, who couldn't figure out Feng Sizhe's mentality, thought that Yuan Meimei couldn't have too many thoughts, so in order to help Feng Sizhe out of trouble, he said, "Oh, it's good to visit the leader, but I don't think gifts are necessary. I think the leader will understand this feeling."

"Hey, how can this be possible? I, Feng Sizhe, am a man after all. I can keep my word. Just rest assured, I will take care of this matter." After saying this to Ma Jun, Feng Sizhe said to Li Shuang who was standing by the door, "Go to the provincial capital airport tomorrow morning and bring the things I need to the hotel where I am staying. Don't forget."

"No, please rest assured, Secretary Feng." Li Shuang nodded, indicating that the matter would not be delayed.

This was a trivial matter, but it had a completely different meaning to Yuan Meimei. Born in such a family, she was used to seeing subordinates giving gifts to their leaders. Now she heard Feng Sizhe was also playing the same trick, and she pursed her lips and was a little happy. Feng Sizhe, you are so good, you want to give gifts to your leader, and you specially sent someone from Kyoto to bring them. This shows that those gifts are not light. Well, this time she is going to make this matter happen, and all the gifts you gave to your leader will be confiscated, and you will lose your trust. I want to see how you promise in the future. It would be best to find evidence of bribery from these expensive gifts. If it is so big, she believes that it will be harmful to Feng Sizhe.

Because of Yuan Meimei's presence, the rest of the meal was unusually joyful and quiet. No one came to disturb them, and until everyone had eaten and drunk enough, Feng Sizhe shook hands with Ma Jun and said goodbye. After Feng Sizhe left, Yuan Meimei was finally free.

Seeing Feng Sizhe leaving calmly, Yu Qiang hurried over and said, "Meimei, are you okay? Feng Sizhe is leaving now, what do you think we should do?"

"Let him go. I have already thought of a way to deal with him. Don't worry, I will make him pay for it this time. The police I called and the reporters you found will also be useful tomorrow." Yuan Meimei smiled smugly. She even thought of the headline of Feng Sizhe's newspaper tomorrow: The county party secretary gave gifts to the leaders, and the gifts were all airlifted from Kyoto. He believed that such a headline would definitely attract the attention of many big shots. If so, Feng Sizhe would be finished.

After Feng Sizhe said goodbye to Ma Jun, he got into Li Shuang's car and headed straight to the nearby Provincial Party Committee Guesthouse. Ma Jun had already booked a room, but because he had to meet his leader for a meeting, he couldn't go with Feng Sizhe.

Li Shuang, who was driving in front, noticed that there seemed to be a car following him, so he quietly reminded Feng Sizhe, "Boss, there is a car following us."

"Well, don't worry about them, just let them follow." Feng Sizhe was dozing off in the back seat. If someone wanted to follow him, he could let him follow. What's more, he had already made the plan to be followed.

Feng Sizhe slept soundly in the Zhongzhou Provincial Party Committee Guesthouse. Early the next morning, he left the Provincial Party Committee Guesthouse alone in high spirits, because he had already made an appointment with the governor's son Tong Qing to discuss something in the morning, and Li Shuang was going to pick him up at the airport.

At around nine in the morning, at the Zhongzhou Provincial Airport, Li Shuang received the two guests as promised, along with a bunch of gifts. There were quite a lot of gifts, all large and small, filling up the trunk of the Audi. From the appearance of the gifts, it could be seen that they were famous cigarettes, famous wines, and famous teas. Afterwards, Li Shuang took the two back to the room of the Provincial Party Committee Guesthouse.

In a teahouse called Xiankeju in Zhongzhou Province, Feng Sizhe sat opposite a young man.

"Tong Qing, I really can't believe that the business of this teahouse is so good. Are there really so many idle people in this world? They don't have to go to work or struggle for a living in the early morning, but just come here to drink tea. It's really weird." Feng Sizhe looked through a bamboo curtain in the private room and saw people coming and going in the corridor. He couldn't help but speak with some confusion.

That's right, the person sitting opposite Feng Sizhe is Tong Qing, the son of Tong Zhengcai, the current governor of Zhongzhou Province. After Feng Sizhe met with Ma Jun yesterday, he didn't get much information about the secretary of the Yongyang Municipal Party Committee, so he wanted to see if he could get some useful information from Tong Qing, so the two of them agreed to sit here.

"Haha, are you making fun of me, Mr. Feng? You know very well that this Xiankeju is my property, and these people come here with other purposes, but you still insist on exposing me here. This is not very kind of you." Tong Qing smiled at Feng Sizhe and answered this question.

After Tong Qing said this, Feng Sizhe also laughed, "Haha, I'm really sorry, my mind didn't come to its senses for a while, it wasn't intentional. Hey, I just don't understand, do these people think they can really get things done by coming here to drink tea? I see they spent a lot of money, but they really didn't see the Buddha, right?"

"Hey, what real Buddha? I didn't get any Buddha. I just provided them with a place to chat. Because everyone knows that this place is opened by me, many people come here. Over time, there are people from all kinds of departments. It's like a hodgepodge. You can get some information here if you want to know anything, but most of them are just hearsay. In fact, you know, there is no shortage of underground organization departments in our country. As soon as many positions are vacant, these people start to move around. Each of them speaks with details, as if they are the secretary of the Central Province Party Committee and the head of the Organization Department. They talk about everything in detail. As more people talk, naturally more people listen. Don't say that sometimes I can really fool one or two, haha."

Speaking of these people who came to the teahouse, Tong Qing was obviously interested. Maybe in his opinion, this was a very interesting thing.

"Oh, they have these two tricks. It seems that talents all come from the people." Feng Sizhe couldn't help laughing after listening to Tong Qing's explanation. As a real government official, he actually knew that gossip was not reliable. For many personnel-related news, no one could be sure until the last minute, not to mention that they relied entirely on imagination.

"Well, I have no choice. You know my father. He doesn't allow me to do business in Zhongzhou Province under his name, and I can't sit still, so I thought of opening a teahouse like this, so that I can have fun when I'm free. In fact, it doesn't matter how much money I make. You know I'm not cut out for a career in politics, and my family doesn't agree with me doing business. So I have no choice but to do this to spend the rest of my life." Tong Qing spoke with an involuntary look, as if it was a huge mistake to be born in the governor's family.

In fact, Tong Zhengcai was able to become the mayor of Kyoto in the future because Tong Qing, as his son, did not hold him back. At least he was not like some second-generation officials in later generations who not only could not help their fathers, but also caused trouble.

Feng Sizhe knew about the future of the Tong family, so he was very close to Tong Qing. He chose to do so because he knew there was no harm in being on good terms with him. If they knew that they would have big troubles in the future, even if they were in a high position now, it would be impossible for Feng Sizhe to get close to them.

"Haha, I'm talking to Tong Qing, you're good enough. To be honest, I don't know how many people envy such a happy life. In fact, you are not a politician. Being a politician is too tiring. You have to be careful in doing things. You are not as free and unrestrained as you are." Feng Sizhe knows Tong Qing. He is too kind and not ruthless enough. To do great things, you must have a decisive character to act immediately. Otherwise, if others set a trap for you, you may fall into it and never be able to turn over.

"Well, Mr. Feng, why do you have the same tone as my father? My father doesn't think highly of me, so you don't think highly of me either." Tong Qing shook his head as he spoke, looking as if he was looked down upon and wronged. But then again, he just shook his head and then nodded, "Actually, I know myself. I'm really not cut out for politics."

"Okay, stop blaming others. God created human beings and gave each person a different personality. In fact, everyone has a job that is most suitable for him. For example, maybe you are born to be a free and easy person. You are a blessed person. You can get an excellent living status without running around like us. Isn't this a good thing? What is there to sigh about?" Feng Sizhe saw that the topic he was talking about seemed to have aroused some melancholy in Tong Qing, so he thought about changing the subject.