Rebirth of My Secretary's Life

Chapter 91 Chasing girls is a technical job

"My dad is out." Wang Zijun opened the door and said politely.

The middle-aged man's face immediately showed a hint of disappointment, but then he smiled and said: "You must be Secretary-General Wang's son. You are indeed handsome and majestic."

Knowing what kind of mentality the visitor had, Wang Zijun was too embarrassed to drive him away, so he had to let the man into the house. After hearing the noise, his mother came out of the kitchen, smiled at the man, and went back to work in the kitchen.

Already.

Looking at the cigarette and wine bag that the middle-aged man put aside casually, Wang Zijun didn't say much. Instead, he enthusiastically made tea and water and started chatting with the man. During the conversation, Wang Zijun realized that this was Jiang Shi

The deputy director of the Public Security Bureau, named Zhang Songnian, and Wang Zijun's father were classmates in middle school, uncles in different classes.

When it comes to people from the country, Wang Zijun's intuition is like a spider's web. No matter what this person's intentions are, one thing can be determined: this is to get closer to his father. Many friends and many paths will help him with the resources that come to his door.

, simply put it in the bag without saying a word. Wang Zijun naturally treated this person warmly, and after a while, he called him Uncle Zhang.

Zhang Songnian was disappointed when he heard that Secretary-General Wang was not at home. However, when he sat down to talk to Wang Zijun, he felt lucky that he didn't turn around and leave, especially since Wang Zijun wrote down his phone number and pager seriously on the notepad.

, he immediately called Uncle Zhang back when his father came back, which made him feel good about him.

Zhang Songnian saw that Wang Zijun was treating people politely, with no leakage, and with clear organization. He sighed in his heart. Regardless of his talent or his influence, this young man was not simple. He sat there for a while with deep emotion and was about to leave.

At this time, my mother came out of the kitchen and looked at the cigarettes and wine next to the coffee table with a bit of embarrassment on her face.

"Sister-in-law, since the secretary-general is not at home, I will come to visit another day." Zhang Songnian is also a mature person, so why doesn't he understand the meaning of the embarrassment of the secretary-general's wife? Since he is here to build relationships, naturally he cannot bring him here.

After taking the things back, he immediately smiled and said goodbye.

Wang Zijun saw the embarrassment on his mother's face, smiled lightly and said, "Uncle Zhang, I'll give it to you." While speaking, Wang Zijun took out a bucket of tea from the drawer under the coffee table and said, "Uncle Zhang,

This is the Longjing my father brought from West Lake. You can try it. I don’t understand it anyway, but our secretary-general said it’s not bad, it tastes great.”

Listening to Zijun's half-joking words, Zhang Songnian was not a procrastinator. He took the tea and said without pretense, "Uncle, you're welcome. Zijun, go find me if you have the chance!"

After seeing off Zhang Songnian, my mother had already brought the noodles. This time Zhang Songnian brought two bottles of Maotai liquor and a carton of Ashima cigarettes, which were valuable.

"Your father has already told you to keep your hands and your family's mouths. If you don't stretch out your hands, you will be caught. Who told you to accept other people's things?" After estimating the value of these things, my mother said softly.

complained to his son.

The dinner table is steaming hot. Wang Zijun likes the paste of chopped green onion noodles made by his mother, but it is not entirely to please his mother. Wang Zijun really likes to eat it because its taste is unique.

One time, Wang Zijun had a whim and ran to the kitchen to see how his mother made it. Stir-fry ginger slices, garlic cloves and fennel in a hot pan with cold oil. When the fragrance comes out, take them out and wait for the oil to cool.

Then add the chopped green onions, simmer until golden brown little by little, and set aside. Then add stock, carrots, and boil the noodles. The most critical step is still behind. The noodles are almost cooked and still

You need to add some noodle soup. This seemingly simple bowl of noodle soup actually takes a lot of effort.

As soon as his mother took it out, Wang Zijun couldn't wait to grab it and put it into his mouth. It was so hot that he smacked his mouth again and again. When his mother saw him gobbling it up, she pretended to hit him and said in her mouth: "You

What son of a tramp has gone without eating for several days? Is he usually as busy as your dad?"

Wang Zijun showed off while sucking the noodles: "Mom, your son knows how to coordinate the methods. Chairman taught us that the body is the capital of the revolution. How can your son be willing to go hungry?"

"If the water is clear, there will be no fish, and if the people are careful, there will be no disciples. Dad's intention of not accepting gifts is good, but if you return these cigarettes and alcohol to others on the spot, where will you let others lose their face? On this point, you and

Dads have to learn to be flexible. For example, like me, if someone gives me two bottles of wine and I give him a bucket of tea in return, he won’t suffer any loss and he will have more face. How great is that!”

"You little thing, I see you talking the same thing, but you are teaching your mother a lesson. After all, your wings are hard!"

Wang Zijun suddenly remembered that his father loved to drink Longjing, so he gave away the tea he got from someone else's tea house. It took him a month's salary to get it, and his father also gave it away.

I don't know how distressed I am.

"Hey, it was a mistake. But dad heard that I gave it to his classmate, so he probably wouldn't say anything. Mom, if someone sends something to me again in the future, just give him something back," he said.

, Wang Zijun pointed at the Maotai wine and said: "For example, return to this."

"You little thing, you really have some brains." My mother pondered for a moment and felt that what her son said made sense, so she laughed softly and cursed.

After finishing the noodles and chatting with his mother for a while, Wang Zijun, who had nothing to do, picked up Zhang Songnian's Maotai and said: "Mom, I'm going to bribe our old man, so I can have lunch with him."

!”

Seeing that her son was going to visit his grandfather, his mother did not object, but told him to go home for dinner at night.

Wang Zijun agreed and pedaled out of the house. On the university campus in autumn, the weather began to cool down. After being hot for more than half a year, this season makes people feel not desolate, but comfortable and comfortable.

Secretary Wang, who had a rare leisure time, pedaled leisurely around a small river on campus. Seeing the gurgling stream, the autumn chrysanthemums sprouting, and the trees swaying in the breeze, he felt so relaxed that it was indescribable. Before he had ridden very far, he suddenly saw a

Familiar figure: Lin Yinger!

Lin Ying'er, wearing a bright yellow top and azure blue jeans, looks particularly clear, natural and watery. Lin Ying'er is riding a bicycle, with her long ponytail fluttering in the wind, giving off the aura of a young and beautiful girl.

, coming towards you.

Although it was a refreshing late autumn day, Wang Zijun was still sweating all over because of his hard pedaling. Lin Ying'er pedaled at a very slow speed, and Wang Zijun chased her for half a street, but he still couldn't catch up.

Looking at the fluttering ponytail in front of him, Wang Zijun thought to himself, chasing girls is really a technical job.