The meal was full of chatting and laughing, and they were having fun. Both of them drank about a pound of Maotai. When they parted, Wang Siyu felt a little heavy and could not stand steadily, while Fang Ruhai was even more exaggerated. His fat body swayed. He stood at the door of the hotel and held Wang Siyu's hand but refused to let go. He tossed and turned the words, "You... Xiaoyu... are the great benefactor of our Fang family, and I... Fang Ruhai... will never forget you."

Although Wang Siyu was drunk very much, fortunately, he was still very clear-headed and knew that he was drinking a little anxious today, otherwise Fang Ruhai would not have been drunk so much.

The driver of the car had an urgent matter at home, so Fang Ruhai asked him to go back early. While the two were chatting, Fang Jing had already run to the side of the road and waved to call a taxi.

Chen Xueying stood beside him and persuaded him for a long time before Fang Ruhai was willing to get in the car, but he was already huge and seemed even more clumsy after being drunk. Chen Xueying had to pull it hard in the taxi first. Wang Siyu and Fang Jing pushed it hard outside the car, and the three of them worked together to stuff his huge body into the taxi.

After the driver frowned and drove away, Wang Siyu was still standing there, waving his hand. Fang Jing, who was sitting in the passenger seat, stuck his head out of the window and stretched out his arms to wave it hard. Chen Xueying hurriedly said, "Xiaojing, don't stick out your body, be careful."

Fang Jing then took her body back, rolled her head to the car window, turned her head and smiled, "Auntie Xueying, do you think Brother Xiaoyu is handsome?"

Chen Xueying frowned slightly and said softly: "Xiaojing, don't be foolish. Focusing on studying is serious. If you don't get into a prestigious university in the future, be careful that your father will deal with you."

Fang Jing immediately hugged her head with her hands, covered her ears, and complained loudly: "Don't mention learning, as long as I hear these two words, I will have a headache."

At this time, Fang Ruhai's alcohol had already come up. A string of clear saliva flowed out of the corner of his mouth in a daze, and he kept muttering: "Take off you, don't do it..."

Fang Jing laughed so hard that her lips pursed, saying, "Why is my dad so drunk like a giant panda? It's so cute."

The taxi driver snorted in his nose, thinking that the panda was not as big as his tonnage. The elephant was almost the same. He reached out and gently adjusted the angle of the backgroun mirror. His eyes looked at Chen Xueying from time to time through the mirror. It was the first time he had driven a taxi for more than ten years. So he was in a happy mood. Otherwise, with Fang Ruhai's weight, he might not be able to pull him up if he gave him an extra twenty yuan. He wanted to make money, but he felt even more sorry for the car.

Chen Xueying seemed to notice it, so she quickly pulled the corner of her skirt down hard, turned her head out of the car window, pulled a strand of hair with her hands, and tangled it between her slender fingers.

Seeing the car driving far away, Wang Siyu slowly turned around and returned to his residence. Along the way, he couldn't help but sigh at the wonders of the world. The work group had not done anything that had been done during the day, but he easily resolved it. This was a bit like a turn of twists and turns. But when he thought about it, this was not his credit, it was because the Fang brothers saw through the secrets and were unwilling to be used by others. He just got the news first by chance.

Wang Siyu returned to the hotel's guesthouse department with joy, but he never thought that he was not careful in the corridor and almost bumped into Deputy Director Zheng. He hurriedly stood up and said sorry, and was about to report the matter to Deputy Director Zheng. Unexpectedly, Zheng Dajun didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and scolded him in a scattered manner: "Why are you drinking like this? It's so inappropriate. Did you ask you to come to Yuzhou to have fun?"

If Wang Siyu was not happy in his daily life, he would have an attitude of humbly accepting criticism from his leaders on the surface. Who would have made him the immediate superior? Not to mention that Wang Siyu is just a small clerk, even Wang Dawei, the head of the second section of the comprehensive department, isn’t he often scolded him?

But after all, I drank some more wine today, and a wave of nameless evil fire actually jumped up. Wang Siyu responded with a stern face and said, "I'm here to help you Director Zheng do your private affairs!"

When Deputy Director Zheng saw that Wang Siyu dared to confront him in person, he couldn't help but get angry, but he was afraid of disturbing others, so he made people laugh. He moved his mouth for a long time, and finally he squeezed out a vicious sentence from his teeth: "Go back and see how I deal with you."

After saying that, he shook his sleeves and walked forward slowly with his hands.

Wang Siyu was also a little regretful when he said that he would rather offend gentlemen than villains. He knew that Zheng Dajun had always been narrow-minded and had a strong desire to take revenge. He probably would have tried every means to put on his own shoes after returning to Qingzhou, but since he had already tear his face, he just fucked him to the end. He turned his head and turned his head to the back of Deputy Director Zheng and said, "Director Zheng, I'm waiting for you now."

Deputy Director Zheng was stunned after hearing this, and his steps slowed down significantly, but he did not stop or look back. He quickly thought about how to deal with this ignorant young man, "Hmph, if you have me Zheng Dajun for one day in the future, don't think about how to feel comfortable, I can't step on you to death!"

After returning to the room, Wang Siyu was still a little angry. What's going on? After the matter was done, he offended the leader. Isn't this thankless work?

His mind was messy. He first made a cup of strong tea, and then burned his feet with hot water, and his heart gradually became clear. He thought to himself that the news that the trouble had been completely solved now is the only one who knows the news that the working group had made good use of it. Isn’t this a good opportunity? If he could seize this opportunity, why worry about a villain like Zheng Dajun plotting?

He hurriedly washed his face in slippers, then lit a cigarette, slowly sorted out his thoughts, and made up his mind to push it open. He walked out of the door and quietly walked out of Secretary-General Zhou's door. Seeing that the door was covered, there was a sound of conversation inside. It turned out that Deputy Minister Liu was also inside, so he hurriedly turned back to the room and waited patiently.

After more than ten minutes, Wang Siyu walked to the door of Secretary Zhou's room again. Hearing no sound of speaking inside, but the lights in the room were still turned off, so he gently buckled the door a few times.

"Enter!" Secretary-General Zhou's low and thick voice came from it.

Wang Siyu tidied up his coat, then pushed the door and walked in. Secretary General Zhou was wearing a blue plaid pajama and was writing materials at his desk. When he saw Wang Siyu coming in, he raised his hand and pointed at the sofa, and then started working again.

Seeing that the ashtray on the Secretary-General's table was full of cigarette butts and the tea cup was empty, Wang Siyu walked over and added hot tea, cleaned the ashtray and put it back in place. Then he sat back on the sofa and waited patiently for Secretary-General Zhou to finish his work.

After more than ten minutes, Secretary-General Zhou finished the materials and put them into the file bag. He threw the signature pen on the table, rubbed his palms, gently shook his wrists, picked up the teacup and moistened his throat. Then he raised his head and asked with a smile: "Xiao Wang, are you worried about me?"

Wang Siyu smiled and said, "Secretary-General, there is an important thing that needs to be reported to you. Director Fang just replied that the matter on the TV station is just forgot about it. He does not intend to continue to pursue it. He will do the work of the two reporters from the provincial station. Please rest assured."

Secretary-General Zhou was slightly stunned, his mouth was so big that he didn't close for a long time, but he soon realized his incompetence. He picked up the teacup and took a big sip. Then he put the teacup heavily on the table, put his hands in his chest, frowned and stared at Wang Siyu, his expression gradually became serious, and he asked in a deep voice: "Comrade Xiao Wang, have you drunk?"

The meaning of this sentence is that you, a brat, have you drunk too much? You're going to talk nonsense.

Wang Siyu looked as usual. He was not panicked by the Secretary-General's anger. Instead, he smiled slightly and replied calmly: "Yes, Secretary-General, I had dinner with Master Fang's family at 9 o'clock in the evening. His wife and daughter were there. Master Fang personally agreed to me. He has indeed decided not to pursue the matter anymore. As for the two beaten reporters, he will greet him personally on Monday."

Wang Siyu knew that the Secretary-General would not believe this, so he found Fang Ruhai's business card from his pocket, walked carefully to the front of the table, and gently put the business card down.

Secretary-General Zhou took up the business card with suspicion, squinted his eyes and looked at it for a while, then asked in surprise: "How did you contact Director Fang?"

Wang Siyu explained: "I had had contacts with Master Fang's family before, but I was not sure enough to persuade Master Fang to change his mind before, so I did not report to the leader in advance. However, after the meeting in the evening, I took my own initiative and asked their family to come out for dinner. When I mentioned this at the dinner table, Master Fang agreed to suppress the matter. It was very surprising that things went so smoothly."

Secretary-General Zhou was immediately excited after hearing this, and his expression immediately became richer. He stood up and poured a cup of tea for Wang Siyu himself, handed it to him, and said with a smile: "Xiao Wang, don't be anxious, take a sip of tea and talk slowly, and explain the whole story clearly."

Wang Siyu avoided the important things and did not tell the story of how to get to know Fang's family. He just picked the key points and repeated the words at the table. Of course, some places have done some artistic treatments, but what a character Secretary-General Zhou is? When he heard Master Fang say that this may be related to Minister Wang of the Propaganda Department, he was already convinced. This coincided with his initial speculation. Some people must be hiding behind the scenes to promote the fire.

Secretary-General Zhou glanced out the door casually, then lowered his voice and said softly: "Xiao Wang, you have made great contributions this time. On behalf of the Municipal Party Committee and Municipal Government, I would like to express my gratitude to you."

Wang Siyu hurriedly said: "I personally did not make any contribution, but just tried my best to do my part under the deployment of the Secretary-General."

Secretary-General Zhou's eyes lit up, his brows raised slightly, the wrinkles on his face slowly unfolded, and his smile became brighter. He thought to himself that this young man was not greedy for merit and knew that he would give honor to his leader. His mind was really broad and he could teach.

He didn't know that Wang Siyu had just thought about this matter. As a small clerk who had just started working for more than a year, what's the use of making a great contribution? Honors should belong to the leader. Only by giving up this honor can you be appreciated by the leader. This principle is actually very simple. It's just that when things come, many people are reluctant to let go. If you don't give up, how can you get it?

"Have you mentioned this to others?" Secretary Zhou held the teacup and thought for a long time before he threw out this sentence lightly.

"I haven't mentioned it. I immediately reported to the Secretary-General as soon as I came back. Please rest assured." Wang Siyu hurriedly replied, deliberately saying the last sentence very seriously.

Secretary-General Zhou certainly knew that Wang Siyu was expressing his opinion. He smiled and put down the teacup, calmly took out two Great China from the cigarette box, threw it to Wang Siyu one, then picked up the other, lit the fire and took a deep breath, then looked at Wang Siyu solemnly and said, "Yes, some situations are very complicated, and rumors involving important leaders of the municipal party committee should not be trusted easily, and they cannot be spread everywhere. As for Director Fang, my opinion should continue to do my work to prevent recurrence. Since we are here to put out the fire, we must extinguish it cleanly and thoroughly, without leaving any hidden dangers, and we must strictly prevent the resurgence of the dead."

Wang Siyu nodded quickly, thinking that the Secretary-General's level is high and the consideration of the problems is more comprehensive. Of course, he also knew that Secretary-General Zhou was actually hinting that he would continue to keep this secret and not tell it out. It seems that Secretary-General Zhou would also use this matter to do some work.

Thinking of this, he took the initiative to go up and add water to Secretary-General Zhou's teacup, without any slight contempt. Secretary-General Zhou's smile became even stronger. He asked a few questions about Wang Siyu's work and life. After learning that Wang Siyu had no father since childhood and his mother died of illness last year, he sighed a few words and said some words of comfort. After a few minutes, he leaned back and leaned against the sofa and yawned.

Wang Siyu hurriedly stood up and said goodbye. Secretary-General Zhou actually stood up from the chair and personally sent him to the door. He stretched out his broad palm and held him hard. He whispered in a seemingly careless manner: "Xiao Wang, you are very good, do it well!"

Wang Siyu couldn't help but feel excited. Of course he knew what this sentence was about from a member of the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee. He was afraid that he would disturb the people in other rooms, so he did not reply, but left quickly.

His actions undoubtedly added points to himself. Secretary-General Zhou always thought that he should be arrogant and sturdy. He did not like the young people with flamboyant personality very much, so Wang Siyu's performance today made him very appreciative. This young man is capable, calm, low-key, and knows how to be sensible. He is indeed a talent that can be made.

He gently closed the door, hugged his shoulders and walked around the room for a few times, then smiled bitterly and said to himself: "I didn't expect that Yuanyuan is really accurate in viewing people. What a pity. I was careless at the beginning and made a big mistake. I made it like my biological daughter now, which is really not supposed to be..."

Wang Siyu returned to the room, lying on the bed toss and turns and couldn't sleep. Finally, he turned on the light, carried the drawing board, carefully lifted Chen Xueying's sketch image down and put it on his chest, and then lay down again, in a daze, and somehow suddenly remembered the poem in "Out of context": You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, the people who are watching the scenery look at you upstairs, the bright moon decorates your window, and you decorate other people's dreams.

Mrs. Xueying, you decorate my dreams. Tonight, who is decorating your dreams?
Chapter completed!