The fact that Yang Ziwei is able to become a cadre at this age and enjoy deputy director level treatment is inseparable from his chance encounter and his down-to-earth work.

The Wu Guangyao in front of me is the Public Security Bureau of Luhui City. He should be at the deputy director level to attend this rotation training at the Provincial Party Committee Party School. At present, the lowest level for this rotation training at the Provincial Party Committee Party School should be his own. There is no such thing.

When you become a serious deputy director-level cadre, you only enjoy the benefits.

With his clothes and the words he just said, how could he climb to the position of deputy director? It was obviously the result of an unruly widow sleeping with someone above her. Besides, he had just arrived

That day here, Li Zongyue, Feng Pengcheng and others were all confused about how they moved into this dormitory apartment. Doesn't this mean that the Wu Guangyao in front of them has a background?

Another yameni!

Yang Ziwei looked at Wu Guangyao in front of him and thought to himself, this guy looked like a young man and designated him as a police officer or a small office. It seemed that his father knew his son well. Such a person could only be placed in the Public Security Bureau.

It will cause trouble. If he were in another unit, even if he was the son of a central leader, his temper would be gone.

"Me!"

Yang Ziwei looked at Wu Guangyao and said. Hearing Yang Ziwei's words, he didn't speak and just nodded.

"Yang Ziwei, a student of this session of the Provincial Party School's official class!" Yang Ziwei said with a faint smile.

Facing this guy, he can't say that he is the owner of the Qingcheng County Investment Promotion and Development Park Office, which enjoys deputy director-level treatment, right?

"Come, come, come! Sit and smoke."

Wu Guangyao waved his hand and said. He threw a piece of soft Chinese to Yang Ziwei, and he also took out one and lit it. He frowned and said: "What did you say your name was? Yang?"

Yang Ziwei didn't pay any attention to Wu Guangyao, let alone ignored him. After taking the cigarette and lighting it, he said lukewarmly: "Tell me! What are we talking about?"

Wu Guangyao didn't seem to hear what he said, but he was puffing away his words and looking up at the ceiling, as if thinking about something.

After a long time, Wu Guangyao sat up straight, glanced at Yang Ziwei, and muttered: "There is no big leader named Yang in Jiangzhong Province?"

Then he raised his head, looked at Yang Ziwei, and said suspiciously: "Who is your father? No? By the way, is he Vice President Yang of the Provincial High Court?"

"puff."

"Cough cough, cough cough."

Yang Ziwei choked on the smoke and burst into tears. These days, he can meet anyone. Today, he unexpectedly met a man who always asked people about their daddy when he saw them. Moreover, his guesses were completely unreasonable, and he was wildly imaginative.

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"Stop guessing. I don't know Vice President Yang, and he doesn't know me. My name is Yang Ziwei, and my father is a typical professional farmer." Yang Ziwei didn't hide anything and couldn't help laughing.

The reason why Yang Ziwei didn't hide it was that he knew that since those who can live here without power are powerful people, what is true is true, and what is false is false. Now he is exaggerating. If they really find out in the end, it won't be possible.

A big joke fell down.

Besides, there is no shame in being a farmer. Who dares to say that it is a provincial official or even a larger official whose family was not a farmer several generations ago? Farmers are the foundation of national development, the vanguard of national construction, and also the ranking of high and low classes.

A benchmark. If they are all officials and there are no farmers, how can they still have the so-called sense of nobility in their eyes?

Yang Ziwei has a feeling of gratitude towards his father. He cannot exaggerate about his father. If so, wouldn't it be blasphemy against his father?

"Farmer?!"

Shocking!

Surprised!

Wu Guangyao never expected that the word 'peasant' would come out of Yang Ziwei's mouth, and he was petrified on the spot. Wu Guangyao knew that the people who could enter the Provincial Party School for this period of study either had backgrounds, or had abilities or more.

There should be less mixing with other things. If everyone who can live in the apartment and dormitory is the best among the elite, how can it be linked to the son of a farmer!

Surprised, Wu Guangyao shook his head, suddenly changed the conversation and looked at Yang Ziwei and said: "Then why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf? I was shocked, I thought you were the son of Vice President Yang! Look at you

This arrogance, let me tell you, the provincial capital is not the countryside, you will suffer if you are too arrogant."

Yang Ziwei's expression changed. He felt uncomfortable when he heard the word "countryside".

But then he couldn't help but laugh and said: "Then I think you are more arrogant than me. Your father must be some great person, right? Tell me, let me see him too? How about it?"

"Don't tell, don't tell!"

Wu Guangyao waved his hand, then took off his shoes, sat cross-legged on the sofa, took out a tissue from the coffee table, put it to his nose and smelled it, frowned before wiping his face, and then threw it away.

Yang Ziwei shook his head at this problem. As for Wu Guangyao not telling his father's name, Yang Ziwei had a guess in his mind that this man's father was definitely not an ordinary person, and must be a very important figure in Jiangzhong Province.

Yang Ziwei was not the kind of person who didn't understand things, so he didn't ask any more questions.

"Oh! Do you think it's annoying? I've only been out for a few days, and my dad has brought me back. I'll feel dizzy after staying in this party school for just one day, not to mention that I have to stay for half a year. Oh! I won't say it, won't say it.

It’s boring.” Wu Guangyao said impatiently.

He threw the phone on the sofa, put out the cigarette butt, and looked around for a long time before he saw the trash can at the door. He aimed to throw it, but didn't throw it in. He frowned and said in an unclean voice: "Damn, it's really drunk.

Cold water will clog your teeth.”

Yang Ziwei watched the live performance in front of him and remained silent for a long time. Finally, he couldn't stand it any longer and said, "Hey! We have three rules! We live in the same dormitory. First of all, we are not allowed to make any noise. If we want to make a fuss, go and howl in the yard."

Sound. Second, we must pay attention to hygiene. Paper, cigarette butts, etc. are not allowed to be thrown around. Third, you are not allowed to bring members of the opposite sex over to stay overnight. Do you hear me clearly? "

At this moment, listening to Yang Ziwei's so-called "Three Chapters of Agreement", Wu Guangyao's expression suddenly changed. He stared at Yang Ziwei blankly for a while, and was about to speak, but Yang Ziwei said first: "Don't you remind me that the provincial capital is not as good as the countryside, it's too arrogant.

I understand the idea of ​​being at a disadvantage! Just tell me if you can do it, right? If you can’t do it, I’ll report it to the school immediately and ask for a change of dormitory. I’ll see if you can suffocate to death by yourself!”

"Holy shit! You, you??????" Wu Guangyao pointed at Yang Ziwei with an ugly look on his face, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

I don't believe you still have this hobby!

"Don't be excited. Just say your father's name when you are excited. See if it can ward off evil spirits!" Yang Ziwei said with a smile, then got up and entered his room, closed the door with a bang and continued to change his clothes.

When changing clothes, Yang Ziwei immediately felt that his head was heavy. It was really difficult to have such a living treasure as his roommate.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There was another knock on the door. Yang Ziwei, wearing a suit, opened the door. Wu Guangyao was standing outside the door. He squinted to see inside the room, but Yang Ziwei blocked him from entering.

"What! You're so stingy that I don't even care to watch it!"

He frowned and said, and then his expression changed again. He said: "Hey! I said Yang, Yang, Comrade Yang Ziwei, please arrange some activities! It's okay to stay here all day, people will be tempted."

"Are you okay? The professor asked me to write down my feelings in the past two days. How about writing about my learning experience? This has to be handed in." Yang Ziwei said expressionlessly.

"Boring people."

Wu Guangyao snorted and said, "Hey! How about I take you out to play tonight? How about a nightclub in Shuifang? There is a lot of atmosphere there, and the girls are also pretty."

Yang Ziwei felt a little upset because he was about to receive Gao Xueling, and said lightly: "Okay, okay! Don't think about going out before the weekend, don't mention it. Is it okay if you want to play? Can you do CrossFire?"

He was really annoyed by this guy. He had to think of an emergency strategy for playing computer games. Yang Ziwei was still in college and had participated in the Cross Fire trials in Luhui City. He was considered a master at that time. Although at this time,

It is not as good as World of Warcraft or League of Legends, but it is still a game favored by many teenagers today.

He thought that since this boy was a dandy in the yamen, he must be good at saving face.

"Ah? You told me earlier!" Wu Guangyao's eyes lit up and he shouted.

Then he chuckled and continued: "To think that a boring person like you can actually play games, at least there is hope. But Crossfire! Just wait to be slaughtered!"

Yang Ziwei thought about Wu Guangyao's bad habit of littering, and said with a smile: "You lose in cleaning, and I lose in going out with you at night. Is it fair?"

After listening to Yang Ziwei's words, Wu Guangyao was stunned, and immediately nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and said: 13 rounds are absolutely fair! Fair! It's too fair, let's start right away! "

After saying that, he jumped up and down and was about to return to his room. However, he was stopped by Yang Ziwei, who said: "Not today. Although I have free time in the afternoon, I have something to go out soon. Let's talk about it when I get back."

"Ding-a-ling, jingle-a-ling."

Listening to Yang Ziwei's words, Wu Guangyao had just opened his mouth to speak, and heard Yang Ziwei's cell phone ringing rapidly. Yang Ziwei knew that this must be Gao Xueling's call.

Wu Guangyao didn't shy away. He answered the phone with a smile and said, "Haha, are you here? Where are you?"

"Oh, little brother, are you studying at the Jiangzhong Provincial Party Committee Party School?" The other party's voice turned out to be Gao Xueling's.

However, Yang Ziwei was still relatively sensitive to Gao Xueling's magnetic voice. He smiled quickly and said, "Yes, I am studying in rotation at the Provincial Party School."

"Then come out, sister is waiting for you at the gate!"

"Okay, I'll come now."

After hanging up the phone, Yang Ziwei smiled and said to Wu Guangyao: "Look, I have to leave first, let's talk about it when I get back."

Wu Guangyao wanted to say something, but Yang Ziwei didn't wait for him to speak. He closed the door directly, tied his tie, and hurried downstairs.
Chapter completed!