Chapter 113: Life is unsolvable

The thing that Zhao Guodong was most reluctant to see happened. The white Fukang was placed in the most conspicuous place in the outermost part of the ecological parking lot in front of the three-story building of the Organization Department. Zhao Guodong recognized whose car it was at a glance.

The familiar license plate, the familiar teddy bear, and the elegant and bright style of the car decoration, isn't Han Dong's but whose?

Peng Changgui naturally did not notice his boss's mentality change, and even took the initiative to park the car next to the Fukang car. It was nothing else, and there was a suitable parking space next to the Fukang car.

After the car stopped, Peng Changgui found that his boss had no intention of getting off for a long time. He turned his head in surprise. The boss told him to go to the Organization Department. It has arrived. Could it be that the Organization Department has moved? Or the boss suddenly doesn't want to go?

But he was very tactful. Since the boss had not gotten off the car, he didn't say anything, the engine did not turn off, and the constant temperature air conditioner was still at 26 degrees, which was very comfortable.

Zhao Guodong was indeed a little embarrassed. Han Dong worked in the Propaganda Department of the An Metropolitan Party Committee and could not go to the Provincial Party Committee Organization Department to report on his work. There is only one possibility, that is, to go to the Provincial Party Committee to do business, and by the way to sit at his second uncle. Maybe he would have a family dinner arrangement in the evening.

Tickling his head, Zhao Guodong slowly took out his cell phone. After hesitating for a while, he still felt that he had to make a phone call. He pretended to be like this, so that Han Dong knew that it was okay? I was afraid that he would break up with him immediately?

"Xiaodong."

"Guodong, why did you suddenly remember to call me?" Han Dong was inexplicably surprised. While covering the phone, he walked out quietly. Even if he forgot his Kun Bao at the desk, he didn't notice it, but he never saw his second uncle frowning slightly, sighing softly, but pretended to be unknown to support the eyes on the bridge of his nose and set his eyes on the newspaper on the desk.

"Uh, are you with your second uncle?" Zhao Guodong said with a tough bullet. He didn't know how to deal with such an embarrassing situation. If he could solve it without meeting him, Zhao Guodong would definitely only use the phone; if he could send a text message, Zhao Guodong would never call. Zhao Guodong was really afraid of meeting Han Dong.

"Are you downstairs? Why don't you come up?" Han Dong suddenly felt sweet. It seemed that the other party knew that he was here when he saw his car downstairs.

"I'm just about to come up, but I don't know if Minister Han is here?" Since he made the phone call, Zhao Guodong let go, "I just plan to ask Minister Han to report on his work, hehe."

"Hmph, do you mean I should be more tactful and leave? I can't listen to the conversation between you and my second uncle. Will it be in the way here?" Han Dong was a little annoyed.

"Where is it, it is also an honor to ask Director Han to correct the shortcomings of our Ningling work, right?" Zhao Guodong explained quickly.

"Hmph, you speak better than singing, why don't you come up and stay down there? Are you afraid of seeing me or something?" Han Dong's lips and tongue were as sharp as a knife.

While smearing sweat, Zhao Guodong was preparing to get off the bus with his bag in his arms, "How can it be? Isn't it just that I'm afraid you will leave? I want to invite you to have dinner with Minister Han tonight."

"All right, I'm afraid I just want to invite the Organization Minister. I have never considered my insignificant role, right?" Han Dong smiled softly, "If you have sincerity, come up quickly, or I will take my second uncle away. If you have any trouble, come and report next week."

"Here, here, am I going upstairs? I'm as light as a swallow, and I'm practicing flying on grass in two steps. I just want to see you one second earlier." Zhao Guodong also took it aside, and his mouth was not so serious. He still had a complete set of skills to deal with Han Dong, and knew how to make her happy.

Han Dong, who had already walked to the door of Uncle Second's office, tried his best to restrain his inner joy, but the expression on his face was betrayed him. Han Du, who was secretly observing her, sighed secretly.

He had known about Han Dong's crush on Zhao Guodong for a long time. His wife had also muttered in his ears many times, but what could this be? Han Dong's personality is somewhat similar to his brother's personality. In his words, he just doesn't know how to be transparent and changeable. To put it bluntly, he is just a stubborn person and likes to hang himself from a tree.

Zhao Guodong is a married man. No matter how outstanding he is, he has no chance of having sex with her. Han Dong herself is not unaware of this. Han Du also reminded Han Dong indirectly, but Han Dong obviously did not listen. A girl in her early thirties still remains single. She occasionally went to see the person introduced by her family, but now she refuses without even asking questions. She really can't help but agree first. If the last call cannot be called, no one can do anything about it.

But look at her current statement. She is clearly a girl who is trapped in love. This makes Han Du feel indescribable. Shouldn’t Han Dong enjoy a romantic love that should belong to a girl like her?

Han Du didn't blame Zhao Guodong. He also knew that Zhao Guodong had never provoked Han Dong on his own initiative, and he was even hiding Han Dong. Even Han Dong admitted that Zhao Guodong had already talked with her openly and honestly that he and her could not have a perfect future, so he advised her to swing the sword of wisdom to cut off the love thread as soon as possible, but it was easy to say that it was difficult. Han Dong told himself clearly that she could not do it, and would rather be a lonely watchman like this and taste this warm and indifferent friendship from afar.

The question is, is this friendship really just friendship?

Han Du felt that this problem was unsolvable, and I believe Han Dong was also confused.

At first glance, he saw Han Dong standing at the door of the office looking at him with a smile. Zhao Guodong also smiled, "Xiao Dong, dressing so fashionable, isn't it considered that as the leader of the Literature and Art Department of the Propaganda Department, he must take the responsibility of leading the aesthetics of the times?"

"What do you think?" Han Dong laughed out loud and glared at Zhao Guodong, "I was slow and said I was practicing flying on the grass. I think if I didn't see my car down, you would have been sitting in my second uncle's office for a long time? Didn't you call me unwillingly after calling me after a few calls from below?"

"God can be seen!" Zhao Guodong swears, and with a smile, he can resolve this disaster.

Han Du did not use Ge Jing's original office, but used the office on the edge of the second floor and slightly decorated it. It was simple and elegant. There were no popular large works such as Marx and Engels and Mao in the bookcase, nor did it use it to decorate the world-class Chinese classics to decorate the storefront. There were more current political books.

"Come and sit down, Guodong." Han Du saw Zhao Guodong enter the door, nodded, and sat on the sofa.

"Do I need to leave?" Han Dong asked mischievously, "Do you need to keep it a secret?"

Han Du glared at him, "What do you think?"

Han Dong pursed his cherry lips and picked up his Kun bag in disappointment, "Then I'll go to Xiao Wang next door to sit down, you guys talk."

Han Du ignored her, and Zhao Guodong smiled awkwardly.

When Han Dong left the office, Han Du sighed. Seeing that Zhao Guodong seemed a little unnatural, he swallowed the words he poured into, "Well, how are those two officials electing and recruiting cadres?"

Han Dong had been peeping around the door twice, but the second uncle and Guodong had a very close relationship. Although they couldn't hear clearly what the two were talking about, they could still see that they were smiling on their faces in the faint crack of the door. The second uncle also used gestures from time to time to strengthen their tone. It seemed that the two were discussing something. Han Dong just vaguely heard some words about the other party mentioning the cadre appointment system.

"Oh, we've been talking for an hour. It's past six o'clock. Guodong, do you want to go home for dinner? Or come to my house to deal with it?" Han Du looked at his watch and said with a smile.

"Hehe, Xiaodong just said he wanted to knock me. If you don't dislike me, please let Minister Han do it and eat something light." Zhao Guodong invited with a coy face.

"Forget it, you young people are old friends again. You go, I'd better go home and deal with it." Han Du saw Han Dong's figure appearing at the door again, waved his hand, and signaled that the conversation was over.

"Uncle II, let's go together. Aunt II has been traveling to Kunming. What else can you eat when you go home? Didn't you please comfort yourself with another meal?" Han Dong unceremoniously exposed his second uncle's background.

Han Du pretended to be angry, "You mean the noodles I made myself are very unpalatable?"

"No, but we plan to have a delicious meal today. The city party secretary treats you. Well, I am the host and guest, you can be considered a free meal." Han Dong's smile was particularly bright and dazzling.

Zhao Guodong also laughed, "Minister Han, I'll treat you privately today, let's go together. Even if you understand the people's situation, Xiaodong just said that he wanted to eat portable hotpot. I wonder if Minister Han is interested?"

"Petro-style hot pot?" Han Du asked in surprise: "There are also portable hot pots? Why have I never heard of them? Is it a new trick?"

Anyuan's dietary customs are greatly influenced by Sichuan and Chongqing in the west and Hunan cuisine in the east. Especially in recent years, brands of hot pot from Sichuan and Chongqing have entered the Anyuan market in large numbers, while various sour soup series with folk characteristics in Qiannan in the south have also entered Andu. These have been popular and are very popular in Andu, and hot pot has become the favorite of Andu people.

Han Du also likes to eat hot pot, but his wife is a northerner and is not very adaptable to spicy food, so she doesn’t have many opportunities when her wife is at home. Now her wife organizes a trip to Dali, Kunming, and is alone at home, so she can enjoy some food freely.

"Hehe, Uncle Second, it is the chaff incense that comes from Sichuan and Chongqing. Various dishes worn with bamboo sticks are placed in the pot and cooked. When they are cooked, they pull up the bamboo sticks by themselves, and then use chopsticks to pull them into the seasoning bowl. The taste is great, and you will be sure to have two meals after eating." Han Dong said that chaff incense is full of eyebrows.

"Okay, I'll try it and see if it's as delicious as you said." Han Du hesitated for a moment and agreed.
Chapter completed!