Rebirth of My Secretary's Life

Chapter 359: Every experience is maturity (crying for votes)

Although Ge Changli had expected such an answer, Ge Changli was still instinctively stunned when he heard Cheng Wanshou say it so clearly.

When he thought about it, it was Wang Zijun who took action, which would be the worst result. Through contact with Wang Zijun, they all realized that this guy was definitely not a grassroots person. He did not fight alone on many things.

Since he dares to expose this matter, there is no room for him and others to cover it up!

If such a big thing is used properly by Wang Zijun, I am afraid that Yang Juncai will not only lose his official hat, but will also be held legally responsible. Even if he invests in real estate not for his own personal gain, the consequences of being held accountable will be

It will definitely not be taken lightly.

If someone else had taken action, there would still be room for relaxation, but now that Wang Zijun takes action, it would be a deliberate counterattack, and the target of this counterattack is the weakness of these people!

Yang Juncai must not let anything happen again!

Almost instantly, this idea came up in Cheng Wanshou and Ge Changli's minds, but now, the situation is no longer within their control! After looking at each other, Cheng Wanshou said in a deep voice:

"Now that the matter has come to this, we can only report it truthfully to Governor Qi."

Ge Changli nodded, but did not pick up the phone, but sat down under Cheng Wanshou's gaze. In this situation, whoever reports will be punished. According to the rule that if the sky falls, the taller one will hold it up.

Ge Changli consciously reduced his height to that of Cheng Wanshou.

Cheng Wanshou stared at Ge Changli fiercely. He knew what the little calculation of this coward was! But at this time, could he argue with him? He had to report this kind of thing. The earlier he reported it, the better.

It's hard to say that he had the initiative, but at least it was beneficial. Although he was a little annoyed, he still picked up the phone out of desperation.

On the other end of the phone, Qi Zhenghong's roar was like a violent storm. Cheng Wanshou was like a big tree that had been baptized by the storm at this moment. No matter how arrogant Qi Zhenghong was in his anger, he remained calm and listened carefully without saying a word.

With.

After venting, Qi Zhenghong threw the phone down, and Cheng Wanshou wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling relieved.

"I'm afraid this matter is not that simple!" Ge Changli's faint voice came over again. Being able to climb to the position of Anyi City Organization Minister, Ge Changli himself is not a simple person. After calming down, he thought to himself

A lot.

Cheng Wanshou nodded, looked at Ge Changli, smiled bitterly and said: "It's true that people cannot be judged by their appearance, and sea water cannot be measured. We still underestimate him!"

Both of them spoke very briefly, but in their brief sighs, they deeply realized that this young man was controlling the endless waves, rushing towards them!

"Bang", the sound of a cup falling to the ground suddenly came out in Qi Zhenghong's office. Qi Zhenghong's secretary, who was sitting in the outer room, was startled when he heard the sudden noise, and quickly opened the door and ran in.

When he walked into Qi Zhenghong's office, he saw that in front of Qi Zhenghong's desk, a purple water cup was broken into pieces on the ground, and the remaining tea was spilled on the floor. Qi Zhenghong, who was sitting behind the desk, looked even more expressionless.

It's livid.

"Governor Qi..." The secretary had just taken over. When he saw this situation, he didn't know what to say. He called out "Governor Qi" eagerly and wanted to squat down and clean up.

Qi Zhenghong's blue face slowly softened. He stood up from his seat and walked to the place where the purple water cup was broken. He forced out a dry smile and said regretfully: "I accidentally broke this cup.

It broke, Xiao Li, this cup has been with me for many years, so it’s really sad that it broke like this!”

The secretary known as Xiao Zhao was also very smart and knew that the matter was far from as simple as Governor Qi's explanation. Although he was guessing what happened that made Qi Zhenghong, who had always been calm, lose his composure, he kept it secret and did not dare to say anything.

Go ask.

After picking up the broom and sweeping up the garbage, Xiao Zhao carefully closed the door of Qi Zhenghong's room. After Xiao Zhao left, Qi Zhenghong's eyes became more and more sparkling.

Unexpectedly, I really didn’t expect that Yang Juncai would be so foolish! How could he use Lubei County’s money to invest in real estate in South Island? As a senior cadre, Qi Zhenghong has been paying close attention to the changes in real estate in South Island these days.

Will he be unable to judge the fate of the real estate company Yang Juncai invested in?

The representative sent by the county ran away, and the loans from the Finance Bureau and the bank were all signed by Yang Juncai. Although such matters can be handled by paying tuition, the thought of exposing this matter

Qi Zhenghong felt like he was in a daze!

Since he dared to stir things up, he would not give up so easily. If he used such methods, I am afraid that it would be the time when he exerted his strength. As Qi Zhenghong's mind turned, he felt a little pain in his heart, and the young figure was even more...

It was constantly flashing in his mind.

Unexpectedly, he would have to worry about this person's feelings. Depressed, Qi Zhenghong smiled bitterly and picked up the phone: "Governor Hu, do you have time? I want to sit with you."

Hu Yifeng and Qi Zhenghong sat opposite each other, with dense water vapor rising from the two teacups. Neither of them spoke, and the room seemed silent.

"Nonsense!"

Hu Yifeng took a sip of water and said harshly. Although he only said two words, Qi Zhenghong knew in his heart who he was talking about, but even if he knew in his heart, Qi Zhenghong didn't know what to say.

"Governor Hu, if you keep cutting off things, you will suffer chaos. In my humble opinion, it is best to deal with this matter as soon as possible." Qi Zhenghong pondered for a moment and suggested softly.

Hu Yifeng nodded, agreeing with Qi Zhenghong's opinion. He knew that the best option for this kind of matter was to cut through the mess with a quick knife. To be honest, they didn't need to worry about this kind of thing, but now it related to Yang Juncai, even they

It feels tricky too.

Objectively speaking, if the matter had not been related to Yang Juncai, the two people would definitely have the same opinion. But when it came to Yang Juncai, it was inevitable to throw the enemy into the trap. If nothing else, the person primarily responsible for Yang Juncai could no longer escape. And

To deal with such matters, I am afraid that dismissal from public office is not enough.

The promising third generation of the Yang family came to Shan Province to be escorted by their uncles and uncles, but in the end they ended up with this result. How could they deal with Yang Dulu, and how could they survive in the Yang family circle?

Woolen cloth?

"Where is Zheng Dongfang?" Hu Yifeng finally asked after pondering for a long time.

"Zheng Dongfang is not the problem. He is a smart man. The crux of the problem now is still Wang Zijun!" Qi Zhenghong said this name that made him hate it so much that his back molars hurt a little as he gritted his teeth.

Hu Yifeng nodded. At this moment, he began to regret it in his heart. If it weren't for Wang Zijun's evil hand, there would still be a possibility of coordination. Alas, the rabbit bites people when he is anxious, not to mention such a person who clearly understands love and hate.

A vengeful guy!

They also knew what was behind Wang Zijun. In the past, they didn't speak up because what they did could be justified in public and the other party had no excuse to question. But now, when something like this happens, isn't it?

Is it like setting up a target waiting for others to hit it?

"Can you talk to him?" Hu Yifeng looked at Qi Zhenghong and asked slowly and heavily. Although the words were spoken very lightly, Qi Zhenghong understood the meaning of these words. This meant that Hu Yifeng wanted to compromise.

It represents Governor Hu, who has always been iron-fisted, compromising with a young county magistrate.

Although Qi Zhenghong felt a little sad, he also understood that this was an unbeatable choice at the moment. After pondering for a while, he suggested: "I think it is better to let the old leader decide this matter first."

Hu Yifeng looked at Qi Zhenghong's face without a trace of smile, and understood what Qi Zhenghong meant. Although he was a little unwilling, he could only sigh, picked up the teacup in front of him and drank gently.

In the small courtyard of the Mo family, Mr. Mo is still catching his fish, but at this time, his fingers are moving much more briskly. The smile that cannot be concealed at the corner of his eyes and eyebrows is enough to show the old man's mood at this time.

good.

"Grandpa, the fish is hooked!" Mo Xinyi did not dare to be as relaxed and casual as Mo Xiaobei. She sat on a small bench and watched the old man fishing. Although she found it very boring, she did not dare to say anything.

Half a word.

"You're hooked? Why didn't I see it?" Mr. Mo looked at the undulating fish, laughed, and pulled the fishing rod back hard. A carp about a foot long was lifted out of the water.

Under the sunlight, the silver fish scales shone with golden light.

"Grandpa, you are much better than before today. This fish alone is much better than yesterday." Mo Xinyi's mouth is much sweeter than Mo Xiaobei's, but she doesn't know why she always

Not as good as Mo Xiaobei's status in front of the old man. No, it should be said that the stern Mo Xiaobei received much more favor from her grandfather than Mo Xinyi.

The old man laughed loudly, put the fish in the bucket not far away from him, and continued to catch his own fish. Seeing that the old man was silent, Mo Xinyi deliberately teased: "Grandpa, I think you are fine today.

To be able to catch such a big fish, I think people are in high spirits during happy events. Can you tell me what happy events happened today?"

How could Mo Xinyi's pettiness be hidden from the old man? The old man chuckled and said, "Actually, it's nothing. It's just that your Uncle Yang wants to come over and have a meal with me."

Uncle Yang? After hearing these three words, Mo Xinyi thought for a moment and immediately understood who this Uncle Yang was. Although she didn't deliberately inquire about it, the matter had already filled her ears.

Yang Juncai suffered a complete defeat in Lubei County, made a big joke and came back in despair. This is already a secret known to everyone in Beijing circles. Some people feel pity and some sympathize, but in Mo Xinyi's view,

Come on, most people are gloating about their misfortune. After all, they are almost all standing

Comparing people on the same starting line is so frustrating, why should Yang Jun be more proud than them? Therefore, such a failed result is like a high-quality plaster for them, which makes them feel inferior.

The frustration was much better after it was ironed to fit it.

There was a strong competitor missing for the time being, but compared with these people, Mo Xinyi was even happier, because she also knew that Wang Zijun, who had a life-and-death fight with Yang Juncai, was now going to sit on the bench.

"I really don't know how high the sky is!" After confirming the news about Wang Zijun, Mo Xinyi felt a little gloating. And Mo Xiaobei went to Mr. Mo to come forward, but was rejected by Mr. Mo, which made her even more happy.

An arrogant and arrogant guy, thanks to her, Mo Xiaobei still regarded him as a once-in-a-century treasure, but it was my lady's foresight that threw him away like rags. Mo Xinyi thought about the time when she rejected Wang Zijun, and she felt sad in her heart.

I feel very lucky.

Grandpa invited Uncle Yang here, could it be because of that guy's affairs? If grandpa shows his face, Uncle Yang will give grandpa some face even if he doesn't want to. From now on, won't that guy's unlucky days be over?

.Mo Xinyi, whose thoughts were racing in her mind, pondered for a moment and felt that she had to stop this matter.

"Grandpa, I think..." Before Mo Xinyi could say anything, she was interrupted by a voice: "Mr. Mo, you are so laid-back!"

Mo Xinyi, who was interrupted, turned to look at the opposite side, and saw Yang Dulu walking in from the door with a smile on his face. Although Yang Dulu was only wearing an ordinary suit, he

An aura that has been cultivated for many years, but no one dares to underestimate it.

The old man smiled, turned his head and glanced at Yang Dulu and said, "I'm bored, so I just spend my days leisurely."

"I really envy you! I don't know when I will be able to be as leisurely and content as you are." As Yang Dulu spoke, there was an ordinary small box in his hand, and he moved it towards Mo Xinyi.

He waved and then said with a smile: "An old friend brought me some tea. I think it's good. I'd like to ask Uncle Mo to taste it more."

"You are interested." Mr. Mo smiled at Yang Dulu, pointed at a fishing rod next to him and said: "Dulu, come, accompany my old man to fish for a while."

Yang Dulu was not polite, picked up the fishing rod and put it into the water. It was already the time when flowers were in bloom, the spring breeze was blowing, and there was a warm feeling all around.

Generally speaking, when the old man was talking to others, Mo Xinyi would wisely avoid it, but this time, the old man did not say anything, and Mo Xinyi was not willing to avoid it. She really wanted to hear how her grandfather lowered his face for that

The guy is begging for mercy, and then he can use this as an excuse to talk to that person properly, so that Mo Xiaobei will not be as proud as a princess every day.

However, what surprised Mo Xinyi was that Yang Dulu had been here for twenty or thirty minutes, but the old man and Yang Dulu didn't say anything about Wang Zijun at all. The conversation between the two seemed to revolve around how to fish.

And so on.

Just when Mo Xinyi was agitated and found it boring, she saw Yang Dulu's fish began to move up and down, and it seemed that a fish had taken the bait.

"Whoosh!"

Yang Dulu swung the fishing rod vigorously, and a palm-sized carp was pulled out of the water. However, just when the carp was about to be brought ashore, it somehow fell off the hook.

"Pa", the fish fell into the water, splashed a little, and disappeared without a trace in an instant. Yang Dulu took the fishing rod back, looked at his hook with a smile, and said again:

"As a person, I still need to cultivate my moral character, but my temper is still too irritable."

What does this mean? Mo Xinyi doesn't think that Yang Dulu will engage in self-criticism when he has nothing to do, especially to engage in such self-criticism for the sake of a decoupled fish.

Mr. Mo chuckled and said: "You need to be calm when fishing. If you are too busy to calm down, you will naturally not be able to catch fish."

"Yes, Uncle Mo, you are right." Yang Dulu put the fishing rod into the water again, and then said: "My family is all impatient, and my temper is already impatient enough.

, but I never thought that Jun Cai’s temper is even more irritable than mine, and I really don’t know how to make this kid correct himself.”

"Young people will inevitably make mistakes. Every experience is a kind of maturity. As long as you can correct your mistakes, you will still be a good boy." Mr. Mo gave Yang Dulu a peaceful look, and then said something meaningful.

He said: "At your age and position, you can't act too childishly."

"Uncle Mo, your criticism is right, I will definitely correct it in the future." Yang Dulu said to Mr. Mo sincerely, like a child asking for forgiveness.

Neither of them spoke anymore. The breeze blew, and a fallen leaf was blown into the small pond for some reason, causing ripples. Yang Dulu stayed for a while, and then left. From the time he came and left,

I didn't catch a single fish.

"Grandpa, what does Uncle Yang mean by coming here?" Mo Xinyi, who felt that the meeting between the two people was a bit strange, couldn't help but ask Mr. Mo. In her opinion, since grandpa wants to plead for that damn prince, at least

I also wanted to say something to Yang Dulu about getting down the stairs, but I didn’t expect that Yang Dulu would admit his mistake. What on earth was going on?

Mo Xinyi has also heard of who Yang Dulu is. Even though he behaves so submissively when his grandfather is in love, in fact, he is a character who is much prouder than his father. Even if he is the father's

He is senior to him, and it is not his character to be so submissive to the old man!

"Yang Dulu is here to apologize. Naturally, he will respond to whatever I say." Mr. Mo looked at Mo Xinyi with a smile and said lightly.

Yang Dulu came to apologize? No way. Shouldn't my own family apologize to the Yang family for that person? Why did things turn around again? Mo Xinyi was puzzled, her eyes filled with surprise.