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On the night of parting from Qi Siming, when Ling Yan arrived in the capital, he first went to the office of the Congress to collect some materials, and then returned to Nanle Street.It was eight o'clock in the evening when I got home, and the officers on duty outside the house were still patrolling. Some of them were unfamiliar faces, and they should be the special service in charge of Lu Zhiliang.

He opened the door, and then he heard Boqi's voice from the living room.

Ask him why it is so late, have you eaten yet?

Ling Yan took off his coat, changed his shoes, subconsciously took another look at the solemn oil painting at the entrance, and replied "I haven't eaten yet".

The man in the room immediately got up and walked to the kitchen, "That's right, Jinding's cook is good, I asked him to keep some in the kitchen."

Most of these single-family houses on Nanle Street are temporary residences for important government officials, but the two owners of this one don't care about the decoration, and they keep it in a well-regulated and unremarkable state.

Before entering the room, Ling Yan took a look at the restaurant. Lu Zhiliang was not on the first floor, the leftovers on the table were cold, and the red wine was not finished yet.

This kind of private banquet at home is not an exaggeration. In addition, Boqi's body's metabolism is not good when he is old. People like them who need to be free and photogenic don't dare to talk too fast, and their diet is strictly controlled.

"Where's Uncle Lu?"

"Smoking on the balcony."

Ling Yan let out a "hmm", and carefully put a small bowl in his hand into the refrigerator, then picked up a box of nutrition cream and an apple from the refrigerator, without sitting down, he stood by the dining table to finish dinner.

Boqi didn't operate the kitchen very skillfully. He heated up the preserved shrimp and hibiscus eggs. He turned his back to Ling Yan and said, "I read the report in "Xiansheng", and I just mentioned you to Lu Zhiliang. You are out It's quite the limelight."

Boqi has been cultivating in District VI for several years, Ling Yan never thought that what happened during the day could be hidden from his eyes and ears.

He responded indifferently, and dealt with the nutrient cream in threes and fives.The egg hibiscus heated up quickly, and the robot held it in front of Ling Yan. He didn't move, turned around and pulled out a knife from the knife holder, ready to cut an apple.

As usual, Boqi continued, "Parents' protests will be handled well without you, District Chief Lou Kun. You attended the cabinet meeting last Friday. You should know that everyone is busy with country R this week. The trade conflict, you are good, because you ask for leave for such a small matter in the region, you are usually quite winking, why are you so indiscriminate this time."

Boqi has a high position and authority in half his life. Although he doesn't deliberately show off his official style at home, he still oppresses people in the end.

The word "little matter" made Ling Yan frowned. He held the knife in one hand and cut a "crack" sound on the cutting board.

Retorted, "Even if the trade war breaks out, the window period is still a few months away. It's not urgent in a day or two. They are busy at the Ministry of Commerce. Anyway, I am not in charge-I have supervisory duties in the VI area, and I have to ask for leave. Can anyone find fault with me?"

Boqi also frowned, and said in a low voice, "You have ten sentences waiting, who do you think is willing to find fault with you? They wish you were not in the capital during this sensitive period!"

Ten years ago, Ling Yan's family was ruined overnight. As Ling Yuanshen's close friend, Bo Qi took over Ling Yan's custody.

Although the two are not related by blood, they both have a very self-confident and reserved temper.

In Westminster Palace, an important cabinet minister and an important member of Congress are often secretly called by those who are interested in "the most powerful father and son in this country other than the Prime Minister", but at home, Ling Yan never felt that they were Outsiders say that "father and son work together to cut money". They have never sat together to watch a news program, and they rarely even use the dining table at home to eat together. They rarely look into each other's eyes when they talk. There should be conflicts between the son and the elderly father, they are only a lot more than ordinary people.

Boqi's voice was not loud, but pointing his middle finger and index finger together, he pointed vigorously on the Liulishi platform, "Are there no media and reporters in Zone VI for today's matter? Which one is not good for "Time and Space" or "Today"? You have to switch After a lot of twists and turns, the "Xiansheng" from the neighboring area came to report. What kind of media is "Xiansheng"? That little girl Liu Song helped you mess around, and all the technicians in your team were dispatched, and you even asked Ji An to borrow a few My man, a parental protest in an ordinary high school made you churn for all to know!"

Boqi has been the head of District VI for more than ten years. He has a well-deserved right to speak about the big and small issues in District VI, whether it is government affairs or people's livelihood disputes, but his words make Ling Yan feel uncomfortable and belittled.

"If the "Xiansheng" report has attracted attention, it is because the incident itself has attracted much attention. I don't think there is any problem with the "Xiansheng" report." Ling Yan pushed back, "I don't want to bother Liu Song, but the media in District VI have a big mouth, and they don’t show their faces unless the municipal government speaks up, even if I find them, they come and turn black and white into trivial matters, so what’s the use of them?"

From the very beginning, Ling Yan didn't think that Sophia's matter was a trivial matter.

In his eyes, every unfortunate person who has been hurt has a face, and every individual's justice is worth speaking out and insisting on.It is Boqi who is old, rigid, and has seen everything, so he has lost his basic anger towards ugliness, so he puts more weight on power than on sons, and talks about overall planning with him, talking about the general situation in vain, thinking that he will interfere with civil affairs if he does not return to the capital Dispute, is unable to grasp the primary and secondary.

Ling Yan suddenly felt very annoyed, even saying one more word would bother him.

He took a rough bite of the apple, said "I'll go up and say hello to Lu Zhiliang", and then hurriedly left the kitchen, ending the conversation in an anticlimactic manner.

The balcony is a glass flower shed, Ling Yan didn't turn on the lights on the stairs, and strode up with a little light from outside. When he got on the balcony, the dome on the top was wide open, and the night wind blowing in was a bit cool .There is the moon.

Lu Zhiliang was lying relaxed on the recliner with a cigar box in hand. He heard Ling Yan's footsteps amidst the luxuriant flowers and trees. He opened his eyes slightly, feeling damn comfortable.

"If you are strict at home, you can relax with your father—"

His voice was old and sluggish. He was obviously a few years younger than Boqi, but his spirit was much lower than that of the one downstairs.I saw him puffing out a puff of smoke slowly, and asked inappropriately, "Did you quarrel with your father?"

Ling Yan sat down on the wicker chair next to him, with his back straight.Inexplicably a little embarrassed, "I made you laugh."

Lu Zhiliang waved his hand and said lazily, "It's not a big deal. Whose father and son don't quarrel? Your father usually talks about you in private, always saying that you are careful and filial. I don't know how satisfied he is - he is doing it for you. You Don't get mad at him."

Ling Yan was uncomfortable with this usual trend.

He knew that Boqi was a very restrained person, and he didn't know if Lu Zhiliang's words were fabricated, or he heard second-hand information from somewhere, the content was really distorted.

But he quickly suppressed this discomfort. He relaxed his back and smiled twice, "Uncle Lu, don't fool me. He never praised me at home. He thinks that I am inferior to others in everything."

Lu Zhiliang patted his knee and said firmly, "Talk to him more, father and son both suffer from insufficient communication."

Ling Yan was amused by his cliché, and immediately shook his head, "I don't dare to talk to him, Uncle Lu, you know, my dad, who has been involved in politics all his life, is either good at giving orders, or is good at chatting with people, and then giving orders, I have learned this well when I was working during the day, so please spare me at home."

Lu Zhiliang looked at him for a while, and suddenly sighed, "You are also a filial child."

At that moment, the wrinkles on his forehead stretched and wrinkled, like an orphaned old man, with an indescribable weakness, "You are so promising now, you still know how to go home every day and live with your father, my bastard The boy moved out as soon as he became an adult and made money. It is not uncommon for him to live with me and his mother... Sometimes it is strange to see a son who is willing to talk so much with his father, even if it is a quarrel Envious, you said that your father is in charge of you, but you know our job, sometimes you don’t know who to talk to when you are anxious, and you want to talk to your son, but you don’t know where to start.”

The balcony was not illuminated, and in the dim night light, Lu Zhiliang held a little scarlet in his hand, and carried a little smell of tar and cedar.

Ling Yan was silent for a moment, then said, "You seem to be under a lot of pressure."

These words touched Lu Zhiliang's melancholy, he said helplessly, "My sons and daughters..."

Ling Yan interrupted him, "I didn't mean that."

Then it was Lu Zhiliang's turn to be silent. After a long time, he patted him again, "People on Capitol Hill, which one is easy? They are still old."

"What's the use of being young and having no qualifications." Ling Yan didn't take it seriously, and said sternly, "You are now in charge of the majority party. If you ask me, you can go one step further and become the speaker."

Lying on the wicker chair, Lu Zhiliang's old body stiffened suddenly. He seemed to have heard something terrible, and his eyes locked on Ling Yan. He was first surprised, then surprised.

Ling Yan didn't seem to notice it, and he said slowly with a serious tone, "It doesn't feel good to always be overwhelmed by others, and now the election for the presidium of the Congress is about to start, if you have an idea, you should take action .”

Lu Zhiliang's tensed body slowly relaxed back, and puffed out a puff of smoke cautiously, "But I am very satisfied with my current situation."

"People are tempted, who would not consider promotion?"

Ling Yan stretched out his hand to open the cigar box, and took out a new one, with a natural tone.

Lu Zhiliang was amazed by his boldness, and looked at him intriguingly, "But you also know Kang Ze, he probably won't lose the election or retire for the time being... For so many years, apart from Kang Ze, is there any suspense in the competition for this seat?" ?”

Ling Yan restrained his smile, his pair of graceful and deep eyes revealed the light of a hunter.

He said seriously, "If you want, I have a way."

Lu Zhiliang put down the cigar at the end, "A Yan, I call you like this. As far as I know, you have a very close relationship with the speaker."

Ling Yan cut open the cigar, skillfully picked up the spray gun next to it, and ignited a deep and cold fire with a "poof".

"The prime minister's latest education bill is about to enter the parliamentary vote. The speaker, Kang Zeren, suppressed it before he was discharged from the hospital. Next is the mid-term election. He will definitely take a tough attitude to obstruct it—"

He didn't answer Lu Zhiliang's question directly, but stated lightly, "I'm attending the cabinet meeting now, Uncle Lu and you elders are willing to give me some face, but if the implementation of the policy is delayed due to some things, we What should I do? Let the Prime Minister tell the whole country in person that he has broken his promise? In the end, helping you is helping myself.”

Ling Yan handed over the cigar, and Lu Zhiliang took it.

The flame lightly licked the end of the cigar, and he took a deep breath on the cigar.

Ling Yan seldom waits on others. Such a proud child always gives people strange satisfaction when he lowers his head. Lu Zhiliang only listened to the young man in front of him saying, "Besides, if there must be someone to lead me in the future, I also hope that this person is me. Respect those you love."

Afterwards, Ling Yan chatted with Lu Zhiliang again. After Lu Zhiliang finished smoking his cigar on the balcony, Boqi greeted him and sent him away. It was already two hours later. At that time, Ling Yan was holding a computer in his bedroom. Sitting on the bed, the holographic projection in the room was turned on. In the video, Ms. He was sitting on the opposite sofa like a bionic real person, and the two were discussing work.

Hearing the knock on the door, Ling Yan turned his head and asked, "Was that sheep stirred up?"

Boqi at the door had finished washing and changed into his pajamas. Seeing that the video was being played in the room, he didn't go in.

He shook his head slightly, a little regretful, "You have such a good relationship with the speaker, he didn't dare to express his attitude directly."

At this time, the father and son had perfectly solved the conflict when they just returned home, and discussed the matter with a tacit understanding.

Ling Yan pondered for a moment, "I reckon he wouldn't dare either, looking forward and backward, and being timid." Then he turned his gaze to Ms. He, "Since he doesn't dare, we can only help him by driving the ducks to the shelves."

Ms. He snapped her fingers and smiled tactfully, "Spreading false news? Sir, isn't that bad?"

It was rare for Miss He to hit his mind, and it was rare for Ling Yan to joke with her, "You practiced Buddhism secretly behind my back, and now you don't lie?"

Boqi is a typical old cadre's work and rest. He smiled and helped them close the door and said, "You guys are busy, remember to go to bed early after discussing."

Ms. He hurriedly waved her hands at the other end of the camera, and said lively, "Mr. Bo, good night."