"We want hard-earned money and we want to settle the bill!"
"Why should we seize the development company? All our work will be in vain."
The sad and angry faces, the hoarse roars, the calloused hands, the anger formed an invisible wave sweeping everything, and the viewers were all moved by it.
On the periphery of the scene were news reporters, capturing everything with their cameras.
The Nandu Municipal Party Committee Building was brightly lit, and Kong Yousheng paced anxiously under the light.
Shi Wenzhong just said one sentence, but he pushed himself into the fire pit. The advance of government funds is ostensibly to maintain social stability, but the money has to be transferred by his own hands, and there is no guarantee that there will be no trouble in the future. Moreover, these projects are huge.
Most of them are projects under construction and have not been settled. If the allocation is improper, how can we ensure that it can be recovered in the future?
"Secretary Kong, it's bad, some migrant workers have already rushed in." Secretary Xiao Liu hurried over, sweating profusely from nervousness.
"Ask Director Zhao from the Stability Maintenance Office to stabilize everyone's emotions first, and find the CEO of the construction company who can be found first to handle the settlement department." Kong Yousheng looked at the crowd of heads below. Although his heart was in a mess, he still managed to remain calm on his face.
Vice Premier Wang Qijun is still at the Xiyuan Hotel. How well tonight's incident is handled is directly related to his political future. Shi Wenzhong's move was really cruel, forcing himself into a dilemma.
Kong Yousheng walked to the window and looked at the surging crowd below. He took a deep breath and ordered very firmly: "Get the car ready and go to Fang's house."
The underground garage of the Nandu Municipal Party Committee has seven exits, three of which are emergency passages. Kong Yousheng took the passage to the west.
Coming out of the passage, it happened to be a remote street, several kilometers away from the municipal party committee gate. After breaking away from the encirclement, the driver drove at full speed towards Jin Huang's Fang's house. In the courtyard of Fang's house, Fang Ming and Shu Muyun were sitting around the fire.
talk.
It's early autumn now, the night is clear, and it's a good time to have tea and talk at night.
On the mahogany table, there are all kinds of delicious snacks newly made in the kitchen, including Jinzhou pancakes, Yanjing belly and Hong Kong-style desserts.
Shu Muyun was wearing a purple cheongsam tonight and a white waistcoat. She was sitting there leisurely. She was so luxurious that people didn't dare to look at her.
Fang Ming couldn't help but take a second look. Shu Muyun noticed it and smiled: "Little devil, what are you looking at?"
"Born into wealth, Aunt Yun has a noble spirit in her bones."
"Noble?" Shu Muyun picked up a piece of dessert between her two jade fingers and put it into her mouth. The smile on her face blossomed even more: "Fang Ming, when did you learn to flatter Aunt Yun?"
Women, no matter what age they are, all like beautiful flattery. Deep down, they like it so much, but they refuse to admit it with their mouths.
Fang Ming sees through it but doesn't point it out. People sometimes have to be confused.
"Aunt Yun is just good-looking and knows how to wear clothes, unlike me---" Yang Xiuzheng grabbed a greasy braised pig's trotter and started to chew it. She ate very happily and her mouth was full of oil.
This little girl has no intention of flattery at all. To be honest, her thoughts are entirely on that pig's trotter.
Shu Muyun smiled, and the whole courtyard was filled with brightness.
After laughing, Shu Muyun changed the topic to the present: "Fang Ming, I have mobilized people. The specific step to take is beyond my control."
Shu Muyun is an out-and-out strong woman in the business world, but she is still unfamiliar with politics.
When Fang Tianhao was here, he didn't have to worry much about dealing with officials. Now that he is gone, this burden falls on him, and Shu Muyun feels a little powerless.
Dealing with officials is a very special skill. There are explicit or implicit rules for who you meet, what you say, and even what wine you drink and what food you eat. If you make a mistake and make people laugh, it's not a big deal. What I'm afraid of is this line.
This doesn't make sense.
The country of China has been a relationship society for thousands of years. Everyone is trying their best to weave a network of relationships of their own. The thicker the network is, the safer one seems to be.
With Fang Tianhao gone, a link in the Fang family's silk screen was broken, and Fang Ming needed to repair this link.
Tonight is very important for Fang Ming.
This move is a necessary counterattack move. While counterattacking the opponent, you must differentiate and win over the opponent.
Fang Ming seems to be leisurely, but in fact his mind is spinning rapidly, rehearsing every scenario he may encounter. Sometimes the social scene is a battlefield, and you must accurately calculate your opponent's intentions in order to truly realize your own intentions.
"Young Master!" Zhu Xiaoyao was dressed in a red dress, like a red water lily.
"Kong Yousheng is already here."
"Please." Fang Ming stood up. Shu Muyun put down the teacup and said, "I'll get out of the way first."
Several servants cleaned the courtyard. Fang Ming put his hands behind his back, and his figure cast a clear shadow in the moonlight.
Accompanied by steady footsteps, Kong Yousheng walked in.
Kong Yousheng's father, Kong Debing, was an old subordinate of Fuzhen, and Kong Yousheng was also a member of the Fang family. When he was the county party secretary, Fang Tianhao also took care of him, so that Kong Yousheng could have a smooth career in the future.
There is no absolute loyalty in the world. With Fang Tianhao's departure and Shi Wenzhong's deliberate revolt, Kong Yousheng's attitude is worthy of reconsideration.
Tonight, I want to completely pull Kong Yousheng over.
Fang Ming stood quietly, with his hands behind his back, and his whole body was like a lonely pine on a cliff. No matter how you go through the vicissitudes of life, I will stand proudly in the clouds.
Kong Yousheng also stood still. He was no stranger to Fang Ming and had met him several times at Fang Wenqiang's Shenhua Group.
At that time, Fang Ming was just a young man. Although he had already begun to show his prowess, he was still a little green.
But tonight, everything is so strange.
This young man just stood like this, looking at himself with a slightly aloof look.
Kong Yousheng is also a bossy figure, and he cannot tolerate this kind of gaze and attitude.
"Are you Fang Ming?"
"That's me." Fang Ming waved his hands lightly: "Secretary Kong, please sit down."
Kong Yousheng was not polite, pulled up a chair and sat across from Fang Ming.
"Drink tea." Fang Ming took a bowl of tea and gently placed it in front of Kong Yousheng. Kong Yousheng took a sip of the tea and felt that the entrance was refreshing, like a mountain spring jumping on the tip of his tongue. What was even better was the lingering fragrance that reverberated,
The flavor is long.
"What a cup of Tieguanyin!" Kong Yousheng asked himself that he had quite a lot of knowledge in tea ceremony, but he still had never tasted such good tea, and he couldn't help but admire it.
"Tea is good tea, but only someone who understands tea can taste it." Fang Ming said with a smile and continued to drink tea.
Just sipping tea unhurriedly and chatting about some tea ceremony matters, half an hour passed before I knew it.
Fang Ming was not in a hurry, he just wanted to suppress Kong Yousheng's anger.
Kong Yousheng glanced at his watch calmly, half an hour had passed.
Before coming to see Fang Ming, Kong Yousheng set his phone to vibrate, and he could feel the phone in his pocket jumping several times.
The other party continued to drink tea without asking him the purpose of his visit. Kong Yousheng talked about the tea ceremony without any meaning, and his anxiety became even worse.
Mass violence incidents are events that all governments attach great importance to. If you handle such incidents well, your superiors can see your ability to govern. If you handle them poorly, your future will be ruined.
After sitting for another five minutes, Kong Yousheng couldn't sit still anymore. He tapped his fingers on the table and said extremely seriously: "Mr. Fang, you must give me an explanation for what happened tonight."
The tone was condescending and official. Fang Ming glanced sideways at the other party, unmoved: "Secretary Kong, what's the matter? I don't understand what you are referring to?"
"You know, tonight there are collective wage demands for migrant workers in various places in Nanchuan Province, and all the sources point to COSCO Real Estate, you should understand."
"Oh, COSCO Real Estate?" Fang Ming protracted at first, then smiled: "Hasn't COSCO Real Estate been seized by you? Shu Muyun has fled to Hong Kong to seek refuge. I was shot last month. Our Fang family
Now I am a frightened bird, and I just want to be trapped in a corner, so why do you have to push me so hard?"
What he said was polite and polite, but he knew it was an excuse, but he couldn't refute it with facts.
Seizing the company, arresting people, and shooting all these things really happened. What reason did I have to question Fang Ming?
This young man was difficult to deal with, so Kong Yousheng fell silent.
"Secretary Kong, if there is nothing else, I will not accompany you." Fang Ming wrapped the remaining tea leaves and got up to see off the guests.
Does the other party really not care about him, or does he not have enough value in the eyes of the Fang family?
Kong Yousheng had a small thought before he came, that is, to give Fang Ming, a stupid young man, some pressure. Not just anyone can be the head of the Fang family. Fang Tianhao can do it, but Fang Ming may not.
Facts have proved that Kong Yousheng was very wrong. His intimidation had no effect, but instead pushed himself into a sharp situation.
Fang Ming's nonchalant expression hurt Kong Yousheng, and he had to quickly adjust his strategy.
"Mr. Fang, I know the whole story of this matter. The seizure of COSCO Real Estate is the main reason, but I believe that as long as Mr. Shu can come out and say a few words, there is still room for resolution of this matter."
"Oh?" Fang Ming smiled again, his arrogant expression showing the style of a wealthy family.
"I really don't know where Mr. Shu is. This incident has hit her hard, and I can't help her." Fang Ming's expression was sincere and his attitude was very sincere. The more this happened, the more disappointed Kong Yousheng felt.
After all, Kong Yousheng was also an old man in the officialdom. After some thought, he found the key to the problem.
Ever since Shi Wenzhong took control of Nanchuan Province, he had gradually become alienated from the Fang family, and this alienation reached its peak after Fang Tianhao's death.
The struggle between Shi Wenzhong and the Fang family will inevitably change the political layout of Nanchuan Province. It is an opportunity and a challenge for him. It is like a gamble. If he is right, he can make further progress, but if he is wrong, he will be doomed.
The usual method used by old politicians in the officialdom is to sit on the fence and watch the scenery.
Fang Ming looked at the other party steadily, his cold eyes making Kong Yousheng feel chilled in his heart. Fang Ming did not speak, he used his eyes and movements to force Kong Yousheng to speak actively.
The cell phone in his pocket kept beating. Kong Yousheng knew that things were getting worse and he had to make a decision.
"Mr. Fang, I want to meet the old man."
"What a coincidence, the old man has already fallen asleep, not to mention---" Fang Ming paused, and a confident smile appeared on his lips: "I have the final say in this family now."