Rebirth of My Secretary's Life

Zhou Boren has now decided to remove the branch of Jinbao Copper in Bayun City. This is equivalent to depriving Bayun City of a pillar of development. Li Bingdong, secretary of the Bayun City Party Committee, came to him two days ago.

Although he didn't say anything here, he knew Li Bingdong's character very well. Li Bingdong still cared about Jinbao Copper's departure.

Wang Zijun muttered these three words softly, and Chu Yunfeng felt a little confused. Although he didn't think he had done anything wrong, some of Wang Zijun's words still gave him an enlightening feeling.

Chu Yunfeng, who was confused in his heart, slowly closed his eyes that were a little heavy without realizing it.

After having breakfast at home, Chu Yunfeng was about to go to the office, but before he could go out, Li Bingdong had already blocked the door of his home. Looking at Li Bingdong holding a snakeskin plastic bag in his hand,

Chu Yunfeng could only take this old subordinate back to his home.

"Tell me, what's the matter? I still have a meeting to hold today." Although Chu Yunfeng was cold to Li Bingdong, Li Bingdong's cold face to the old leader was quite useful. At least, it meant that Chu Yunfeng didn't take any advantage.

He is an outsider.

"Governor Chu, I have something great to announce to you today. Dekuman Group notified us yesterday that they are investing in a new comprehensive processing plant to be built in our Bayun City!" Li Bingdong said this with a face.

He looked in high spirits.

Chu Yunfeng has been participating in Dekuman Group's projects. This project with an investment of more than 5 billion in the first phase alone made Chu Yunfeng very excited at first. For this reason, he even had a fierce fight with the mayor of Magic City.

After fighting for a while, but in the end, the Dekuman Group chose Magic City, which had better conditions.

What's going on now? Why has everything changed all of a sudden? Chu Yunfeng's originally unhappy mood suddenly became excited. After all, if the Dekuman Group's project can be implemented, it will be extraordinary for the development of Bayun City.

drive.

"You kid didn't wake up early and came here to fool me, did you? I heard that the investment letter of intent has been prepared in the Magic City?" Looking at Li Bingdong, who was trying hard to keep a sullen face, but already smiling, Chu Yunfeng sighed.

vocal tract.

"Oh, Governor Chu, I can't fool anyone, but I dare not fool you. This matter is no joke. I didn't believe it at first, but the person in charge of Dekuman Group has arrived by plane today. In another day,

The hour is almost here.”

Li Bingdong also couldn't believe that this was true, but after many verifications, it turned out that this matter was indeed not fake. Then the Dekuman Group really sent people here, and it was just to invest in their city.

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"Great, in this way, you go to greet the people from the Dekuman Group. I have nothing else to do today, so I have to take care of your affairs." Chu Yunfeng thought for a moment and said to Li Bingdong in a deep voice.

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Li Bingdong came to Chu Yunfeng's place just for this matter. Now that the matter is done, he doesn't care to stay in Chu Yunfeng's place for a long time and goes to do other things in a hurry.

Looking at the departing vehicles, Chu Yunfeng showed a smile of relief on his face. He admired Li Bingdong because of his drive to do his work without fear of hardship. Although he has become the municipal party committee secretary, his drive has not decreased but has increased.

, which made him feel that he had not seen the wrong person.

An hour later, Chu Yunfeng met with Chao Feili, the head of Dekuman Group, a handsome German man in his fifties in the business hall of Qingyun Hotel. After a brief welcome speech, Chu Yunfeng finally

Asked the doubts in his heart.

After the translator translated his question, Chao Feili said something loudly without thinking at all. Although Chu Yunfeng also learned a little English, his level was only enough to handle a simple conversation. For this long professional question

, he could only signal for the translator to come forward.

The translator did not dare to delay the governor's question. After Chao Feili finished speaking, he hurriedly said: "Governor Chu, Mr. Chao Feili said that the reason why he finally chose Bayun City was because of the strong relationship between Jinbao Copper Industry and Jinbao Copper Industry from Bayun City.

And during the trial of some cases, he saw Bayun City's respect for the law. Having such an environment in which things are done in accordance with the law gave them full confidence in their investment in Bayun City."

Chu Yunfeng was stunned. He looked at the smiling Chao Feili, and finally smiled. But when his eyes passed over Li Bingdong's face, he found that his beloved general had a smile on his face.

He was showing an expression similar to his own.

This meeting went smoothly, because the big framework had been set up, and Chu Yunfeng basically didn’t need to do anything else here. After having a welcome banquet with Chao Feili, Chu Yunfeng left the hotel by car.

Li Bingdong had been carrying Chu Yunfeng to the car. When he was getting into the car, Chu Yunfeng suddenly said to Li Bingdong: "Bingdong, do you think I was wrong some time ago?"

Li Bingdong knew what Chu Yunfeng meant. He wanted to veto it, but in the end he didn't say anything. Although he didn't want to admit it, the project he dreamed of was settled in their Bayun City. It was indeed that person.

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Mo Xiaobei packed up the things at home quickly. Although there was a housekeeper at home, she still liked to do some tasks by herself. The little baby was happily playing with the new toys Wang Zijun bought for him in his room, while Wang Zijun was busy

Sit on a chair and read a book leisurely.

Although he has retired from his beloved military life, Mo Xiaobei is still very satisfied with his current situation. A smart son, a husband who knows how to understand him, and a beautiful and beautiful family together are great things.

Happiness and joy.

Although she knew the situation outside Wang Zijun, there were some things she wisely chose to remain silent about. Mo Xiaobei, who had her own way of thinking since she was a child, had her own views on some things.

"Mom, mom, come and see, I've put it together!" came the little baby's cry full of surprise.

Mo Xiaobei knew that his son had put together the puzzle that his husband bought for him, so he quickly put down his work and hurried to the little baby's room. Sure enough, he saw a pieced together picture of Winnie the Pooh already spread on the floor.

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"Mom, it only took me five minutes!" The little baby looked at Mo Xiaobei, as if he had done something extraordinary.

Mo Xiaobei didn't always pay much attention to ordinary things, but she was very concerned about this precious son. After hugging the little baby and kissing her gently, she praised her son with a smile:

"Oh, I'm so proud, my baby boy is great!"

While Xiaobao was excitedly attacking the next puzzle piece, Mo Xiaobei walked out of the room, looked at Wang Zijun who was addicted to the book, and complained with great dissatisfaction: "Xiaobao just put together the puzzle, and you also

Why don’t you praise the child?”

"As long as you praise me, I'll just be my strict father." Wang Zijun said casually without raising his head.

"How can you be a father like you? Let me tell you, you have to take care of at least half of the little baby's future studies. Look at you, how comfortable you are when you go home. Do you still want me to serve you some fruit?

Ah!" Mo Xiaobei said angrily.

Wang Zijun put down the book and said, "Some fruit is fine, but it's best to get me a rocking chair to lie down on, so that it will be more comfortable to read."

Looking at the shameless lazy man, Mo Xiaobei placed the washed apple in front of Wang Zijun bitterly, and said coquettishly: "It's not good to lie down and read, so just give up!"

Wang Zijun knew that Mo Xiaobei was a talkative man, but he actually took good care of him. He stretched out his hand to hold Mo Xiaobei in his arms. But before his hand could be fully stretched out, Mo Xiaobei

Xiaobei disappeared in front of him like a dancing elf.

The prince smiled and picked up the book again, ready to enjoy this rare warmth. But at this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door.

Hearing this voice, Wang Zijun frowned and pouted at Mo Xiaobei, asking Mo Xiaobei to take a look.

Mo Xiaobei, who had already adapted to Wang Zijun's position, knew very well what her husband wanted her to say, so she didn't say much at the moment and walked towards the door. Soon the door was opened and several people walked in.

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Wang Zijun was stunned, wondering if an old friend was here. Otherwise, why would Mo Xiaobei let these people in? For fear of neglecting others, Wang Zijun put down the book in his hand and walked out.

But as soon as he walked out of the door, he saw those people starting to walk out the door, and a rattan rocking chair was already lying in the living room of their home.

After the others left, Mo Xiaobei, with a sullen face, walked up to Wang Zijun and shouted to his son: "Baby, come and see, daddy bought you a recliner."

The little baby who was playing jigsaw puzzles immediately became excited when he heard that he had bought something for himself. He jumped out and ran out. He showed great curiosity and excitement about the wicker chair placed in the living room.

He yelled and climbed onto the wicker chair.

Mo Xiaobei looked at his excited son on the wicker chair, pursed his lips towards Wang Zijun, and showed a proud smile.

Secretary Wang couldn't tell Mo Xiaobei's petty thoughts, but he still said honestly: "Xiaobei, I didn't buy this wicker chair."

"Huh? Didn't the person you bought it from deliver it here? Or did you pay the full price?" At this point, Mo Xiaobei's eyes suddenly widened, and then he looked at Wang Zijun motionlessly.

Under Mo Xiaobei's close gaze, Wang Zijun immediately knew what she was thinking. He wanted to explain it, but he was afraid that it would get darker and darker, so he could only pretend to be confused.

"Even if you buy a home, you won't be able to sit still!" He winked at the little baby, and Mo Xiaobei's temper grew.

Wang Zijun shook his head helplessly, feeling somewhat guilty. Could it be that Qin Hongjin sent this recliner?

The little baby twisted left and right on the recliner and was very satisfied with this new toy. Wang Zijun looked at his son's excited face and was very excited in his heart.

"Dong dong dong"

Before Wang Zijun entered the room, the knock on the door rang again, and Mo Xiaobei had to open the door. This time it was a few young men wearing beige overalls who came to this mysterious villa.

Full of awe. As soon as the leading man saw Mo Xiaobei, he said respectfully: "...Comrade, the deck chair you ordered is here."

While they were talking, the young men brought a recliner to the room that was similar to the one the little baby was playing with.

"It seems we didn't reserve a deck chair at your place, right?" Mo Xiaobei asked doubtfully.

"Comrade, there is nothing wrong at all. It was ordered by your family. There is still an order and the full payment was made." As the man spoke, he handed the order to Mo Xiaobei.

The address on the list is pretty good, but who is paying the bill? He looked at Wang Zijun with suspicion, and Wang Zijun smiled and said, "Sign for it!"

After the people who delivered the things respectfully left, Wang Zijun lay down comfortably on the chair, wondering in his mind who had given the chair.

"Why, you want me to give you a massage!" Seeing Wang Zijun lying on the chair contentedly, Mo Xiaobei raised his eyebrows and said with a smile.

"Okay." This sentence was not said by Wang Zijun, but by the little baby lying on the side. He imitated his father and knocked his fat calf, shouting: "Mom, give it to the little emperor first."

Let’s get a massage!”

Looking at his son's appearance, Wang Zijun pretended to be cruel and said: "Watch less TV in the future, and cut the time you spend watching TV in half!"

Wang Zijun's words immediately dampened the little baby's vigorous energy. He looked at Mo Xiaobei pitifully, wanting his mother to free herself.

Mo Xiaobei pretended not to see it and refused to give his son such an opportunity.

"Do you think this recliner was given by the same person?" Mo Xiaobei touched the rattan recliner and asked doubtfully.

"It shouldn't be just one person. If it's one person, why not buy two in the same store instead of wasting your energy on buying them twice." Wang Zijun shook his head and said with certainty.

Although Mo Xiaobei takes many things lightly, she attaches great importance to her small territory. Facing the leisurely look of the father and son in front of her, she couldn't help but say: "Maybe if someone does this,

Just to show my attentiveness."

Secretary Wang didn't say anything. He just rocked slowly on the recliner, thinking about what was going on.

"Xiaobao, do you think this rocking chair is better for dad or mom?" Faced with Wang Zijun's disregard, Mo Xiaobei rolled his eyes and asked his precious son.

It's not Xiaobao who wants to retaliate. Sometimes it's not a good thing to have a smart son. Looking at his mother's smile, Xiaobao knows what his mother needs him to do. He directly betrayed Wang Zijun.

He said with a smile: "Of course this recliner is for mom."

Under the siege of mother and son, Secretary Wang looked at Mo Xiaobei who was already sitting on the corner of the recliner, and finally shook his head and stood up.

"Dad, you should sit in your old chair from now on!" The little baby looked at Wang Zijun and said with a smile.

Just when Secretary Wang didn't want to meet his wife and children, the knock on the door rang again. Wang Zijun looked at his wife and children who were leisurely enjoying the recliner, and finally chose to open the door himself. (To be continued. If you like

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