Seeing that Li Fujun was still about to speak, she quickly grabbed his arm and walked towards the door, "Uncle, forget it!"
Wang Changyuan is now the director of the Suhang Government Affairs Hall, so his reputation is definitely not small. And time can dilute everything. How much of the relationship established by the production team at that time is left?
Besides, his surname is Wang, and he is Wang Changgui's cousin. Who will help him then is probably unknown. After all, he is pointing to Wang Changgui to help him guard his ancestral grave!
After listening to Zhang Dabiao's explanation, Li Fujun disagreed and said with a smile: "Dabiao, you don't understand the feelings of our older generation. Life was hard at that time, and even one sweet potato could be broken open by several people to eat."
Li Fujun's eyes couldn't help but fill with tears when he mentioned the past.
Although life was a bit bitter at that time, people were simple and Zhang Dabiao had no right to speak since he had not experienced it.
Seeing that he was so serious, it was hard for him to say anything.
"Hey, did you see it? Isn't there a photo? That's Wang Changyuan. We haven't seen him for so many years. This old boy is a lot fatter than before. Well, he is also bald, hahaha..." Li Fujun suddenly saw something and raised his head.
The hand is just one finger.
Zhang Dabiao looked at it hurriedly and couldn't help but laugh, "You still have a sharp eye."
I saw a government affairs disclosure board standing at the door. Wang Changyuan's name, phone number, position, and photo were clearly visible on it.
"Call, call quickly." Li Fujun urged excitedly.
Zhang Dabiao also quickly took out his mobile phone and dialed the number. To untie the bell, the person who tied the bell had to come. No matter what the result was, he always had to give it a try.
As soon as the call was connected, Li Fujun couldn't wait to shout: "Long term? Is it you?"
Zhang Dabiao smiled and handed the phone to Li Fujun. The old man's hands were trembling and he pressed the phone tightly to his ear.
After a long time, I heard an uncertain question from the other side: "Uncle Jun'er?"
"Hi, it's me, right!" Li Fujun slapped his thigh hard, "This is not the time when we were in the production team. It's not that difficult to meet you. Now, how many years have you not been back to your hometown?
"
"Hahaha, is it really Uncle Jun?" Wang Changyuan's hearty laughter came from the phone, "I haven't been back for a few years. I also want to go back and have a look, but the organization trusts us and lets us take the responsibility.
This responsibility is something you cannot control yourself! Oh, by the way, is everything okay at home?"
"Okay, okay, everything is fine. Are you at work now? I want to see you. Some things need to be said in person."
"Have you come to Suzhou and Hangzhou?" Wang Changyuan asked in surprise.
"Well, we arrived yesterday, and now we are at the door of your government affairs hall!" Li Fujun said excitedly.
"Hahaha, okay, okay, please wait for me for a moment. I will ask my secretary to go over and arrange for you. After I finish this important meeting, I will come over to find you. Don't move. I will let you go.
The secretary will go over to receive you."
Li Fujun was about to say no, but at this time there was a busy signal on the phone.
After hanging up the phone, he excitedly returned the phone to Zhang Dabiao, "Boy, what's up, Master Jun, I'm right? Our relationship has been around for many years. Even though we haven't seen each other in these years, it will never fade away.
"
"You know why not? That year when the wild boar came down the mountain, if it hadn't been for your military master, where would he have been, Wang Changyuan?" As he said that, Li Fujun couldn't help but straighten his back, and his face was full of pride and pride.
Zhang Dabiao smiled with his face and did not forget to compliment him a few times. He said to himself that this Wang Changyuan looks much stronger than his cousin Wang Changgui?
The two of them stood at the door and waited for three to five minutes when they saw a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a suit and leather shoes, hurriedly walked out. When he saw someone, he shouted from a distance: "Uncle Jun? Hello, hello.
Okay, I’m Director Wang’s secretary, you can just call me Xiao Gao.”
"The director asked me to arrange for you to go to the hotel first. You two come with me, and I will send you there first." Secretary Gao spoke very politely, always with a smile on his face, and his politeness made people feel like spring breeze.
Zhang Dabiao and Li Fujun also knew that now was not the time to be anxious. After all, they had everyone on their shoulders. Besides, they would meet after the meeting, so there was no rush.
"You two, please come this way."
"Hey, this hotel is pretty good, almost the same as the one we stayed in yesterday." Li Fujun walked forward with his head held high, and he didn't forget to praise Wang Yuanyuan for his sincerity.
"The director always mentioned the past, saying that the wild boars came down the mountain. Without the iron fork of Uncle Jun, I am afraid that it would not be possible today. He will always remember your kindness." Xiao Gao smiled with a smile, and then
After walking to the front desk and saying a few words, he took the two of them upstairs.
"You two wait a moment. I'm going to tell you to have the food delivered. You two don't have to worry about any expenses."
"Thank you." Li Fujun nodded with satisfaction. When he saw Xiao Gao leaving, he didn't forget to praise: "You really are the one who chooses the right person. I think Xiao Gao is a good guy."
"No, that's quite polite." Zhang Dabiao said with a smile.
Soon the waiter came in with a dining cart and the food was sumptuous.
The waiter here put the food on the table and was about to leave. Li Fujun quickly asked: "Comrade, where is Xiao Gao who came with us just now?"
"You're talking about Mr. Gao, right? He hurriedly left after paying the bill. Oh, by the way, this is for you. Mr. Gao asked you to pass it on." As he said that, the waiter took out an envelope from under the dining car.
When they saw the letter, they were both stunned.
It's bulging and quite heavy.
When I opened it, I saw that it was indeed money, a total of twenty thousand, and there was also a note.
Li Fujun opened it in a hurry and threw the money on the table.
"Uncle Jun, I know your family is struggling. The 20,000 yuan is just a small token of my appreciation. Go back. There is only so much I can do to help you. I hope you can understand my difficulties... Wang Changyuan."
"Look at the other side?"
"No more!" Li Fujun looked back, feeling like a deflated rubber ball. He patted the letter paper vigorously and looked at the money on the table, "Why? I'm not here to ask for money?"
Not to mention 20,000, we can also take out 200,000 now? Why give me money? Isn’t this a slap in my face?”
"Biaozi, call, call him, I have to send him the money back."
Zhang Dabiao couldn't laugh or cry. The fact that things have come to this point is enough to explain everything. Wang Changyuan made it clear that he didn't want to help.
To put it bluntly, the purpose of using this method was to block Li Fujun's mouth and make him drink glue and unable to open his mouth again.
"Call me. I have to make it clear. Don't make it seem like we are here to ask for money."
Zhang Dabiao had no choice but to give the cell phone to the military master.
Needless to say, the call actually got through after a long time of calling.
"Comrade, please convey your message to Director Wang Yuanyuan that I, Li Fujun, am not here to beg. I have the money. I just want to tell him now to quickly ask that Laoshizi Dingtian Chemical Group to cancel its investment in Kinmen Village. The people in Kinmen Village are poor.
, but the ambition is not short-lived. Our ancestors have lived there for generations. If it is polluted, how will future generations live?"
"Does he really want to be stabbed in the back? The roots of his old Wang family are in Kinmen Village, and he will never do such a thing that would make people poke at their ancestors' graves!"
"Well, I finished speaking and conveyed to Director Wang Yuanyuan verbatim that I left the other 20,000 yuan at the hotel and asked him to send someone to pick it up when he has time. I'm leaving."
After saying that, Jun Ye hung up the phone directly.
"It's faded, the feelings have faded..." Li Fujun spread his hands and lowered his head feebly, "How could this happen?"
Zhang Dabiao secretly sighed in his heart. After all, this incident had a big impact on the military master. He raised his hand and patted the military master gently on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Master Jun, I guess uncle Changyuan still doesn't know our relationship."
The purpose of your visit is this: I will book a ticket for you in a while, and you can go home and take charge of the overall situation. I will wait here. Maybe Uncle Changyuan will handle this matter when he knows the truth?"
Hearing this, Li Fujun couldn't help but be stunned, "Really?"
"That's not good. You spoke so harshly just now. I guess Uncle Changyuan must be afraid of people poking his spine." Zhang Dabiao chuckled, "Okay, you'll go home later. I happen to be meeting a few clients here too, so we two
Just don’t go back together.”
After eating and drinking, Li Fujun was sent to the plane, and the smile on Zhang Dabiao's face disappeared.
Zhang Dabiao basically guessed what Wang Changyuan had in mind. The reason why he persuaded Li Fujun like that was because he didn't want to make the old gentleman too sad.
A living person cannot choke to death by urinating. Wang Changyuan's path is dead, but he still has other options.
No matter how awesome an office director is, can he always win?