The Pentium Era - South to North

Liu Ligan and Tan Shuzhen came back. There was no place to sit here, so they just stood and chatted. After Lao Wan finished working here, they went to have dinner together. After eating, they returned to Hangzhou.

"You guys go ahead. I'll finish my work here and just eat something with them." Lao Wan pointed to his fellow villagers and said to Liu Ligan.

"How can that be done? It's too shabby for the general manager to take office." Liu Ligan said.

"I want to eat anything shabby or not. You can go and eat it yourself. You go, there's no place to sit here." Lao Wan said.

"Then remember, the first thing tomorrow is to buy a car." Liu Ligan said, "In Shanghai, how can you live without a car? After buying the car, you can meet Jason and Jacques. They are staying in a hotel in Pudong. If you call Jason on his mobile phone, he will tell you how to get there."

Lao Wan said yes, I understand.

"Find another assistant immediately, preferably a local one, otherwise you will have to do everything yourself." Tan Shuzhen and Lao Wan said.

Lao Wan still said yes, I understand, Mr. Tan.

Liu Ligan wanted to say something else, but couldn't remember it. He patted Lao Wan on the shoulder and told him, let's go and come back in a few days.

Lao Wan said okay, you go, be careful on the road.

Liu Ligan and Zhang Chen left the church and walked on the road. Liu Ligan said that he felt a little sad, as if Lao Wan had been abandoned here.

Zhang Chen smiled and said, "It's normal. When I sent Xiaoli to Shanghai, I felt this way every time I left Shanghai. But now, such a long time has passed and Xiaoli has gone to Beijing again."

"Don't worry, he will have his own life circle here soon. When we went to Haicheng, we were worse than him. At least he had a ready-made job waiting for him to do it. As for us, I don’t even know where I’ll sleep at night.” Zhang Chen said and Liu Ligan nodded.

When they talked about Haicheng, Tan Shuzhen became silent. That was not her world and she was not familiar with Haicheng.

The four of them walked to the parking area outside and looked at the time. It was only after four o'clock, which was still early for dinner.

Zhang Chen said: "Let's go to the expressway service area to eat. I haven't eaten in the service area yet. Have you ever eaten?"

Liu Ligan and Tan Shuzhen had not eaten either, so we all agreed to go to the expressway service area to eat.

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When Lao Zhu called Meng Ping, he repeatedly emphasized not to bring anyone else. Meng Ping was confused, what was this mysterious thing for?

Lao Zhu is the deputy director of the Wuxi Municipal Party History Office and the deputy director of the Municipal Chronicle Compilation Committee Office. He is mainly responsible for the Municipal Chronicle Compilation Committee Office. Because the director is the deputy secretary of the Municipal Party Committee and does not work in the Municipal Chronicle Office, Lao Zhu, He became the actual person in charge of the municipal affairs office.

The Municipal Chronicle Office is a Qingshui yamen, and the deputy director of the Municipal Chronicle Office also has a leisure job. In the past, there was a task from above, requiring all localities to compile local chronicles, but since the "Wuxi Municipal Chronicle" was compiled, they actually have no tasks. A "Wuxi Yearbook" is compiled every year.

That kind of thing is really a hodgepodge. The content of each year is basically the same as the previous year. You can just change the data in it. This kind of book, after it is printed, will basically be a furnishing in the bookcase of every leading cadre's office. , no one will read it, and it is not even meaningful as a reference for decision-making. If any leading cadre relies on the yearbook to make decisions, even the day lily will be cold.

In addition, they just compile some random books, as long as they have something to do with Zhi. There is no task. They compile them as if they are mainly to prove that their department still exists.

Some leaders even prefer you guys to touch your toes every day instead of compiling these messy books.

When you compile a book, you have to submit a report to apply for funding. Every report describes the book as one that will have an impact on generations to come and make the leaders approve it. They feel sorry for the money. If they don’t approve it, it will easily fall into the hands of others. It’s a big hat. , saying that you don’t pay attention to the cause that affects thousands of generations.

Lao Zhu graduated from the History Department of Fudan University and was Tan Qixiang's master's degree student. He studied history and geography. When assigned after graduation, he could have stayed in school or gone to the Ministry of Commerce, but his parents asked him to return to Wuxi.

After being assigned to the Wuxi Municipal Government, the leader saw that he was from the Department of History, so he was assigned to the Municipal Affairs Office. Other than that, there was no other government agency that was close to the history department.

Lao Zhu went to the Municipal Affairs Bureau and has been there ever since. Lao Zhu wore a pair of black round-rimmed glasses. Meng Ping once saw a photo of Qu Qiubai somewhere and thought that Lao Zhu looked very much like him. Qu Qiubai.

The temperament is similar too.

Lao Zhu seemed very satisfied that he looked like Qu Qiubai, so sometimes when Meng Ping called him Zhu Qiubai, he was happy to call him Zhu Qiubai. Unexpectedly, after the name spread, it turned into Zhu Qiuba, which made Lao Zhu very troubled.

But when Meng Ping saw him and called him Zhu Qiubai, he was still very happy.

Meng Ping used to work in the work unit. When he had nothing to do, he would often go to the city government office, because it was not a serious work unit. Once there, he could not be serious, put his feet on the table and talk nonsense, and there was no one to hide his words. Will care what you say.

The Municipal Affairs Bureau is located in the corner of the first floor of the government building. Don’t worry, even if the leader drinks too much at noon and takes the wrong way to the bathroom, he will not come to the Municipal Affairs Bureau.

They can brag without fear.

In addition, in the Municipal Chronicle Office, many of the people who were temporarily transferred from various units in the early years to compile the "Wuxi Municipal Chronicle" were the writers of each unit. When the writer left, the unit hired another writer, and a unit, You can't use so many pens.

After these people compiled "Wuxi City Chronicle", they found that they could not go back. The pit they had been in had been occupied by a new carrot. Therefore, everyone's mood and face were gloomy, and they even made small reports. I have no enthusiasm at all. I can’t see anyone for three or four days in a week.

In the entire unit, the person with the highest attendance rate is Lao Zhu.

Sometimes when Lao Zhu was sitting there, he heard the phone in the opposite office ringing for a long time but no one answered it. Lao Zhu walked over and answered the phone and realized that none of the four people in the office came today, and Lao Zhu didn't bother to bother. , I won’t ask even if I ask.

Lao Zhu often told Meng Ping that history is driven by big people, and small people like us can just go with the flow.

After all, Lao Zhu is a disciple of a famous professor from a famous university. He is very knowledgeable. This is why Meng Ping likes to brag with him. He feels that there is always something coming out of his mouth that is very inspiring. Although Lao Zhu himself never felt it.

Lao Zhu came to Nanjing and stayed at the Jinling Hotel. Lao Zhu called Meng Ping and told him, Lao Meng, come over. I have important things to discuss with you and I have important people to introduce you to. Remember. Stay here, Lao Meng, come alone and don't tell anyone about this.

What are you doing, Lao Zhu?

Meng Ping arrived at Room 809 of the Jinling Hotel and rang the doorbell. The sound of coming came from the door, and Meng Ping recognized it was Lao Zhu.

The door then opened, and Lao Zhu appeared in the door. When he saw Meng Ping, he pulled him in. At the same time, he stretched his head and looked at the corridors on both sides to make sure there was no one, then he went back and closed the door.

Meng Ping walked into the room. It was a standard room. There was another person in the room. When he saw Meng Ping enter, he stood up from the sofa.

This man was in his mid-thirties, had his hair parted, and was wearing a black zippered jacket and a white shirt underneath. He had a Chinese character and a handsome face. Meng Ping could tell from his attire and demeanor that he was well-dressed. This should be someone working in a large organization.

When the visitor saw Meng Ping, he stretched out his hand and said to him, "Are you Comrade Meng Ping?"

Meng Ping nodded, and the other party said: "My surname is Cha, Cha Yigang."

Seeing that Meng Ping didn't seem to understand, he added: "Do you know Jin Yong's name? Cha Liangyong, I am Cha."

"Oh, I understand, let's investigate." Meng Ping said.

"That's right." The other party also smiled, "That's the word."

The other party asked Meng Ping to sit down, and Meng Ping sat down on one of the two sofas by the window. The other party sat down on the other, and Lao Zhu sat on the bed opposite them.

Zha Yigang told Meng Ping, your birthday is July 21, 1963, right?

Meng Ping is right.

"I'm one year older than you, can I call you Xiao Meng?"

Meng Ping smiled and said, "Just call me Lao Meng. Others call me Lao Meng and Xiao Meng. I thought you were calling others."

"Okay, then call me Lao Meng. You can also call me Lao Cha. He is Lao Zhu." When Lao Cha said this, he said with a serious smile: "From now on, there will be no Comrade Meng Ping. Although we will continue to As long as this continues, we will always be gay.”

Meng Ping didn't know what the other party meant by saying this. The other party smiled. He took out a document bag from the briefcase on the side. Before opening it, he said to Meng Ping, "Old Meng, what I am showing you now, I I hope you can forget it after watching it, understand?

Meng Ping nodded.

Lao Cha opened the white wax rope wrapped around the document bag in circles, then opened the seal of the document bag, took out a thin page of paper from it, and handed it to Meng Ping.

Meng Ping took it and took a look and was shocked. He saw that it was a document jointly signed by Office Z and Office G. The word "Top Secret" was printed on the upper left corner of the document, with two big red seals stamped below. .

Meng Ping had seen top-secret documents a few years ago. When the No. 1 document on rural work for three consecutive years was issued twenty days in advance of the media release, its confidentiality level was top secret. In addition, Meng Ping Ping Zai had no chance to see him, and his level was not high enough.

The content of the document is very simple. The title is "Decision on the establishment of a working group on the "unfreezing of national assets."

The following content is very routine. In order to promote the "unfreezing of national assets" work and benefit the country and the people, etc., etc., we have decided to set up a working group on "unfreezing of national assets" and appointed Zha Yigang as the team leader. The group members will be led by Zha Yigang. Yigang is responsible for inspecting the development and reporting to Office Z and Office G for approval and filing, etc.

At the bottom is the signature and official seal.

"Have you finished reading?" Lao Cha asked.

Meng Ping nodded and said, "I've finished reading."

Lao Zha stretched out his hand, and Meng Ping returned the document to him. He put the document back into the document bag, wrapped the white wax rope around it, and put the document bag back into his briefcase.

He then took out his work ID and showed it to Meng Ping. Meng Ping saw that it was the work ID of the Z Office Secretariat. Then he took out his ID card and showed it to Meng Ping. Meng Ping saw that on his ID card, it was indeed the check Yigang, a native of Yunfu, Guangdong, was born on May 5, 1962.

Lao Cha took back the documents and ID cards and asked Meng Ping again: "Lao Meng, can you forget what you have seen now?"

Meng Ping smiled and said, "I can't forget it, but I can pretend I've never seen it before."

Lao Cha also laughed: "That's fine."

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