Official Immortal

"This is Shi Yunfeng, who is in the furniture business and has done a great job," Jing Junwei introduced with a smile, "I also like culture and art. We are planning a film recently."

Filming? Chen Taizhong understands, is this the legendary producer?

He has no liking for such a person, and no dislikes, so he smiled and nodded, "The land is in Yangzhou, but it's only 50 acres. I'm really sorry."

"It's okay, I took the liberty," Shi Yunfeng replied with a smile. He had been in business for many years, his eyes were very poisonous, and the two people on the second floor looked quite unambiguous.

"You are welcome," Jing Junwei smiled sloppyly, "This is Chen Taizhong, this is Chief Wei, and they are not outsiders. We know that we are roasting leg of lamb again today.

"Jing, you are like roasting leg of lamb every day," a woman with a seven-pointed pose smiled and said.

"Everyone is going to be poor," Jing Junwei frowned and sighed exaggeratedly.

"General Jing is joking," Shi Yunfeng replied with a smile. Although he had a wealth of money, he did not dare to look down upon Jing Junwei at all, not to mention Mr. Jing’s beautiful, wealthy and equal sister, and not to say that Mr. Jing’s grandfather was a master. , Just talk about Mr. Jing himself, the money in his pocket is not less than him.

The income of this calligraphy and painting antique shop is not small, and Mr. Jing is the biggest head of the coal chemical processing plant in Phoenix. Some people have always said that Jing Junwei's net worth is 500 million, but he always refuses to admit it.

Anyway, although Shi Yunfeng thought he was rich, he never dared to show it in front of President Jing.

Not long after the hot pot came up, a table of people picked up chopsticks and started eating. Most of the people present had heard of Chen Taizhong's name-Mr. Jing's sister, who was more famous than Mr. Jing, and this man. It's her fiance.

Chen Taizhong and Wei Minghe were sitting together, and they both had a cadre aura. It was said that they would be a little out of tune with everyone, but everyone knew about the relationship between Secretary Chen and the Jing family.

Especially Shi Yunfeng and the woman with a seven-pointed posture were very relaxed. The woman's name was Wang Hui, a very masculine name.

Wei Minghe is also very comfortable in this environment. He likes to feel relaxed. I hate lifeless scenes, especially if everyone is because of someone. There is a little respect for him.

Once you come and go, the people at the table will be familiar. The so-called cultural person, Tai Ban is a little bit ugly, the difference is only more and less. Seeing that the two distinguished guests were very easy-going, they chatted together.

It didn't take long for everyone to talk about the script that Mr. Shi wanted to invest in, and they were all gearing up and looking excited.

Chen Taizhong listened for a while and understood. Co-authored this little girl who Shi Yunfeng fell in love with Beiying, and the little girl asked him to pay for herself.

In the beginning, President Shi spent some money to send her into a crew. Strive for a small corner, but the little girl got angry inside, and the shots were still very few. When she came back, she complained, saying that the directors, producers, etc. were too much.

Let's make a film by ourselves. Shi Yunfeng sounded a little annoyed, but as a successful businessman. He also knows that unfamiliar areas cannot be set foot in casually.

It's okay. He is half a cultural man. Now that he has money, he has made a group of such friends. He ran through the door a while ago, and he recruited soldiers from various places, planning to do a big job.

"Boss Shi is a lover," Wei Minghe raised a thumbs up and said with a smile.

"Where, it's just yínyù," Shi Yunfeng smiled and waved his hand. He didn't pretend to say, "There are a lot of little girls in Beidiao. Since they are idle, let's use them. "

Wei Minghe originally planned to ask for a corner for his friend. Hearing what the other party said, he knew that he was prepared, but he didn't care, he just got interested, just ask casually. If he wanted to do so, just go straight Find other friends.

It's that Fatty Shi straightforwardly accepts a good sè, and his impression is not bad, so he said half-jokingly and half-heartedly, "Then I have to go and open my eyes when Boss Shi gathers the people together."

"That's a big deal," Shi Yunfeng didn't care at all about this request. Women, it's not because everyone used it for fun. He squeezed his eyes trivially, "What does Chief Wei like? I'll help you. Pay attention."

"I like good women," Wei Minghe replied solemnly, and then laughed hard, "I'm kidding, President Shi dare not help Zhang Luo, or I would have committed a serious crime."

After eating and drinking for forty to fifty minutes, Chen Taizhong and Wei Minghe stood up and said goodbyes. Shi Yunfeng also sent them downstairs specially, saying that they would definitely go to see Secretary Chen and Director Wei when they turned back.

"Go?" Wei Minghe asked, it was obviously a bit early to go home now.

"I'm going to see the old chief tomorrow," Chen Taizhong shook his head.

The next day, the young secretary got up early and arrived at the door of Huang's home at seven o'clock. Huang Hanxiang also came after eight o'clock. He said hello to Xiao Chen and went straight in to see his old father.

When Chen Taizhong entered, it was 9:50, and it was the usual time for Mrs. Huang to eat again. Huang Erbo ordered, "Xiao Chen, go and scramble an egg."

Seven or eight minutes later, a plate of scrambled eggs was put on the table, and the other dishes were the other side dishes. Huang Lao sat in the room wearing a coat. The temperature in the room was not high, it was only 15 or 6 degrees. It is said that this is for the convenience of the head. Go for a walk.

The old man’s jīng **** is not bad, but at his age, the senescence is visible to the naked eye. At last he is destined to subdue the spirit of the spirit, and he is still there, "Xiao Chen sit down and eat together."

Huang Lao eats very quickly, which is seven or eight minutes. This is still too much. He ordered half a small bowl of rice porridge, and ate a few chopsticks and eggs. Someone came to remind him, "Head, can’t eat anymore. Up."

"I'll eat less for the next meal," Huang Lao insisted on pulling two chopsticks, then put down the chopsticks, and said with a smile, "Xiao Chen eats well, watching you eat so deliciously, I have to eat two more."

"The eggs are fried well?" Huang Hanxiang pointed to the dishes on the table. Xiao Chen could accompany the old man to eat, but he couldn't. At his age, it was time to focus on health preservation and emphasize the regularity of eating.

"It's okay...I can't eat it either," Huang Lao shook his head. "It's rare to eat egg yolks a few times a month. It must feel delicious."

Seeing that the chief had stopped eating, Chen Taizhong quickly drew off a bowl of rice porridge in his hand, smiled and asked, "Why can't the egg yolk be eaten?"

"If you eat too much, you will get Alzheimer's," Huang Lao glanced at his second son and then at the service staff around him, "They don't want me to be confused."

"The key is that you don't want to be confused," Huang Hanxiang said with a smile on his face.

"Xiao Chen stays," Huang Lao stood up and walked out the door slowly, "Hanxiang, you will go to Xiao Guo's house and pay for the funeral money for me. If Xiao Guo's lover has any request, , You solve it."

"Okay," Huang Hanxiang agreed very simply. Seeing the old man go out, he lowered his voice and exclaimed, "Talk more about happy things and less about the annoying things."

"Whose family is doing futile work?" Chen Taizhong also lowered his voice, which was able to alarm Elder Huang. Huang Erbo personally came to the scene. It was not easy for this person.

"The jǐng guards of the old man are gone before he is eighty years old," Huang Hanxiang replied casually, then sighed, "The old man has fewer and fewer acquaintances."

"No wonder he is in poor health recently," Chen Taizhong sighed in a daze.

"Actually, he's used to it too," Huang Hanxiang smiled and replied indifferently. It was a kind of indifference to life and death-fear is useless, so why bother to be afraid?

Huang Lao walked with crossed hands in the yard, walked around, and came to the side of the lilac tree, hit a bowl of thick tree with his back, then walked two more steps, hit the tree again, because the weather was too cold, Between his mouth and nose, there were lumps of white gas.

"You learned this exercise method from Elder Jing?" Chen Taizhong asked with a smile, "He hit the door frame at home."

"I taught him." Elder Huang couldn't tolerate this kind of misunderstanding, or it was an old child. But the next moment, he went back to the book, "I have been to Beichong for two years, what did you do?"

At this time, Chen Taizhong vaguely guessed why Huang Hanxiang was driven away. The old man did not let others remind him.

"I haven't done too much. I have grasped the economy, grasped the cadre building, and recently grasped the moral construction." Chen Taizhong is too familiar with Bei Chong's affairs. He did not mention the economy, so he emphasized the two major characteristics and the five major issues pillar.

He mentioned more about education and infrastructure construction, as well as college students returning to their hometowns to start businesses. Hearing this, Mr. Huang nodded and interjected, “There is a vast world in the countryside, and college students are crowded in cities. This is really bad... Bei Chong has taken this step first, very good."

Then Chen Taizhong talked about cadre skills training, and Huang continued to nod his head. As for his performance, the young secretary would not say any more—the old man must know that, and then he said that he supported the peasants to engage in small loans, and finally talked about everyone in the district a while ago. Selling a ton of cheap coal ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ who didn't ask for coal got 80 yuan in cash.

"Wait," Huang Lao stopped him again. Otherwise, the focus of this person and the person's perspective on the problem is different. The old man doesn't evaluate the industry or anything, but grasps this detail, "How many people are there in Beichong? This person is eighty yuan, where did the money come from?"

When he heard that the coal was hoarded by Bei Chong himself, there was already a considerable profit on the account. Bei Chong was returning the money earned in the district to the people, and then he nodded, "You can do business. , Xiao Rìzi had a good time."

For Huang Lao, the profit of several hundred million is really not worth mentioning, but a remote county with only 180,000 people can do this step, it is not easy, seeing the juniors develop so well , He has reason to be happy.

Of course, he also pointed out, “We still have to emphasize the incentive mechanism. If we can eat a big pot of rice, it will be a step backward.”

"Our district has established a public announcement system. There is a bulletin board at the gate of the district zhèngfǔ, and major decisions are announced first," Chen Taizhong explained the bulletin board again.

"Well, you go first, the people waiting behind are in a hurry," Huang nodded, "Yes, if you have time, come to the capital to see more."