Fan Weiguo came back not too late, and when Guan Limei had prepared all the dishes and was about to get angry, he returned home.
"Dad, you're back."
Fan Hongyu hurriedly went up to him and took the briefcase held under his father's arm.
"Hongyu is back?"
Fan Weiguo was pleasantly surprised. Fan Hongyu went home today and only informed his mother in advance, but did not tell Fan Weiguo.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time, and the food is already cold. When my son comes home, he can't have a nice hot meal." Guan Limei still complained a few words, but just in front of Fan Hongyu, she didn't say much: "It's all
Come here, everyone, let’s eat.”
Fan Hongcai helped her mother serve food to her father and brother.
Although Fan Weiguo was busy at work, he seemed to be in good spirits. He ate two bowls of rice and several pieces of braised pork in one go, but his appetite was larger than usual.
"Dad, are you in high spirits on happy occasions?"
Fan Hongyu couldn't help but laugh.
"Well, work has been going really well during this period. Especially the tobacco factory has started construction and tobacco planting has been completed. By this time next year, the county's fiscal revenue will have increased a lot, and many people will be able to
It’s great to get benefits..."
Fan Weiguo nodded repeatedly, looking at his son with eyes full of admiration.
If Fan Hongyu hadn't been the matchmaker, I'm afraid there wouldn't be any clues about the cigarette factory and the tobacco growing base. Maybe there would never be any clues.
"Lao Fan, can you let Hongyu take a break? Isn't it annoying that you are in a hurry to talk about work before you finish eating?"
Guan Limei immediately became unhappy and "reprimanded" her husband.
Really, it doesn’t matter if you become a workaholic yourself, but you also want to turn your son into a workaholic?
I have never seen a father like this.
"Okay, we'll talk about it later. Hongyu, you eat first."
Fan Weiguo accepted the criticism humbly and said with a smile. Then he stood up, went to sit on the sofa in the living room, and turned on the TV to watch the news. Over the years, he has been focused on work, and everything at home has been done by Guan Li.
Mei was taking care of it. Fan Weiguo felt guilty about his wife and was unwilling to argue with her on these trivial matters, otherwise it would make everyone unhappy.
Fan Hongyu finished plucking the rice in the bowl, wiped his mouth with his hand, and strode towards the living room.
"dad!"
As soon as he sat down, Fan Hongyu handed me a cigarette and lit it.
Fan Weiguo smiled and said: "Why, you also smoke this new formula of internal cigarettes?"
"Yes, Peng Na sent it to me."
Fan Weiguo couldn't help but was slightly startled and said: "Peng Na? Oh, that female reporter from the provincial newspaper? She sent you cigarettes..."
"Yes, her father is Peng Qing. You have also met him. He is the head of the new formula research team and the deputy chief engineer of the cigarette factory."
Internal cigarettes are not a rare thing among the top management of cigarette factories. Although the price of cigarettes is not low, it is because the country imposes a heavy tobacco tax. In fact, the production cost of cigarettes is not high, and it can even be said to be very low.
The factory distributes internal cigarettes to employees, which is actually a kind of welfare.
Penna had no problem getting some internal smoke from her dad.
"Hongyu, who did you say sent you the internal cigarettes just now? The female reporter from the provincial newspaper? You two have a good relationship?"
Unexpectedly, this conversation was overheard by Guan Limei, who was cleaning the table over there. She immediately stopped what she was doing and asked doubtfully, with a look of confusion on her face.
"yes……"
Fan Hongyu nodded, a little confused, wondering why his mother suddenly became interested in this matter.
But Secretary Fan soon understood the reason.
"Yeah, I've seen that female reporter from the provincial newspaper. She's quite pretty, with a round face and a cute face... Hongyu, are you and her..."
Guan Limei's eyes sparkled, she dropped her job, strode over, stared at her son and asked.
Fan Hongyu couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "Mom, what are you thinking about? Are you afraid that I won't get a wife, so you are so anxious to push me out of the house?"
"Don't be so playful with me. Let me tell you, reporter Peng from the Provincial Newspaper - her surname is Peng - I think she is really good. She must have a good figure and good looks. She is young and is a reporter from the Provincial Newspaper.
A good reporter, a good company and good skills. If you marry her home to me, I will laugh out loud in my dreams."
Guan Limei opened her eyes and said seriously.
"Mom, I think you should take it easy. How do you know that Peng Na will be a good wife? What if I take her home and she is angry with you all day long? By then, I'm afraid you won't even sleep.
I can’t even sleep!”
Fan Hongyu said with a smile, teasing his mother a few words.
"No, no, absolutely not! I like that girl from Reporter Peng. Your mother and I have been a human resources officer for more than ten years. What kind of personality does this person have? I can tell you right away at a glance.
Peng Na is by no means a cunning and aggressive character, she looks very lucky and prosperous."
Guan Limei became more serious.
Secretary Fan's head immediately became as big as a bucket.
Listen, Guan Limei really thinks of herself as a "god" even when she says the words "wangfu".
"Mom, for this matter, you don't want to shave your head and choose a hot one, just think of good things. If you are willing, it depends on whether Peng Na is happy or not, right? I'm telling you, there's no chance!"
"Why is there no chance? Why isn't she happy? If she wasn't happy, why would she send you cigarettes? Besides, how are you inferior to her? There are lanterns all over the world, so you can look for me and the whole province.
There is only the second town party secretary who is so young and at the junior college level. How can she be wronged?"
Guan Limei immediately became unhappy and began to scold Peng Na repeatedly. In the blink of an eye, she regarded Peng Na as a "class enemy".
Seeing Fan Hongyu's head covered with little stars, Fan Weiguo stepped forward to save his son in time and said: "Limei, this matter is not urgent. Hongyu is only twenty-two years old and has just been the secretary of the town committee for a few months. Everything is focused on work.
, it’s not a big problem if personal problems are solved a year or two later. Anyway, there is still a gap of three or four years between the age of divorce and late marriage.”
When Guan Limei heard this, it made sense. Fan Hongyu was now the youngest town committee secretary in the province, so his future was important.
"Hehe, that makes sense. I think in two or three years, Hongyu might be able to become the deputy county magistrate and deputy mayor. By then, oops..."
Guan Limei shook her head as she spoke, quite intoxicated.
Now there is a deputy county magistrate and deputy mayor who is twenty-four or five years old, plus an old man who is the county magistrate. Maybe by then he will not only be the county magistrate. Guan Limei really doesn’t believe that he can’t find a good partner.
Marriage. I'm afraid the girls who are vying to marry Fan Hongyu can only travel two or three miles away.
"Deputy County Magistrate?"
Fan Weiguo was stunned for a moment, and shook his head slightly, feeling a little incredible. The son in front of him had caused him so much trouble just two years ago, fighting and making troubles, doing anything, and it seemed that he could not be linked to the deputy county magistrate no matter what. I thought.
He, Fan Weiguo, became the deputy county magistrate in his forties.
Most of these people have a fixed mindset.
Fan Weiguo's deputies are all middle-aged comrades over forty years old. They are mature and steady, but they can't be compared with Fan Hongyu's sunny and energetic face.
Guan Limei immediately said: "Lao Fan, why don't you even believe in your own child? Hongyu is now the secretary of the town committee at the formal level. The Fenglin model has become famous throughout the province. He will work for another two or three years and become the deputy county magistrate.
What’s wrong? Isn’t Gao Jie already the mayor’s assistant?”
When talking about Gao Jie, Guan Limei's bright and beautiful face immediately appeared in front of her eyes.
Unfortunately, he is several years older than Fan Hongyu.
Otherwise, she must be in charge of Li Mei’s daughter-in-law!
Gao Jie is interested in Fan Hongyu, Guan Limei can tell.
"Haha, let's talk about the future. The key is to do the job well."
After a while, Fan Weiguo smiled at himself, waved his hand and said.
He could not refute his wife's words. Guan Limei was right. A town like Fenglin Town, which is well-known as the first economically powerful town in the province, is the best springboard for upward progress. As long as the town committee secretary and mayor do not make mistakes, their qualifications will be the same.
If you arrive, you are designated to be promoted. Transferring to any other department-level unit will be regarded as a demotion.
That's why Yanhua City had to give Gao Jie the title of "Assistant to the Mayor".
"Okay, you guys can talk. I'm going to wash the dishes... Hongcai, review your homework. You are in your senior year of high school and will be taking the college entrance examination next year. Hurry up and don't be outdone by your eldest and second brothers!"
In the past, Guan Limei would never add the word "second brother", and only Fan Hongxue was the one worthy of learning. As for Comrade Fan Hongyu, a junior college student at Hongzhou Public Security School, forget it.
The situation is naturally very different now.
As long as you become an official, diplomas are not a problem. You can get as many or as little as you want, and there will still be people vying to get them to you. It's up to you to pick a doctorate or a master's degree.
"Why……"
Although Fan Hongcai was not very happy, she obediently agreed, got up and entered her small room.
The living room became quiet for a while.
Fan Weiguo took a sip of tea and asked: "Hongyu, what exactly is going on with the investment promotion policy for public-owned enterprises in your city?"
Fan Hongyu laughed and said, "Dad, I knew you would talk about this."
"It's okay if we don't talk about it. It's the same across the country. Most of these public enterprises are suffering heavy losses. Now in Yuyang County, the only state-owned factory that is truly profitable is the agricultural machinery factory. All others are losing money. Some enterprises are already insolvent.
.If it had been left to Western countries, it would have been declared bankrupt long ago. We are now relying entirely on financial subsidies, and this is not the way to go."
Fan Weiguo said, his brows furrowed tightly.
"If all industrial enterprises are losing money, where will the fiscal revenue come from? We can only rely on farmers. How much grain can our farmers harvest and how much money can they make by guarding a few acres of fields? Relying on agriculture to subsidize industry and commerce will not last long.
Policy. After 30 to 40 years of scissoring between industry and agriculture, rural areas are already very poor... If we continue like this, not only will industrial enterprises not be able to survive, but agriculture will also become quite dangerous. This is fishing in a dry lake..."
Fan Weiguo let out a long sigh, feeling deeply worried.
That’s why he can speak so straightforwardly in front of his son...)
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