But Xue Xiang also didn't like Yan Botao being so scheming. Could it be that Yan Botao didn't know how much trouble it would cause him to be so close to him.
Knowing that it would bring trouble to him, Mr. Xue, Yan Botao still insisted on doing it, and his good intentions turned into bad intentions.
Xue Xiang opened the office and welcomed him in, "Director Yan, you are here. You must have something important to do. Please tell me what the situation is."
Yan Botao was startled. Originally, he wanted to say something flattering, but when he saw him getting straight to the point, his warm words suddenly turned cold and he said, "I heard that you had a fight with Director Cao in Haitian today. Director Cao
When I came back, my nose was not a nose and my eyes were not eyes. I was very angry and went straight to Director Xie.
I've gone to the office. No need to ask, I will definitely speak ill of you, Mr. Xue again. I came here hurriedly just to remind you, don't underestimate Director Cao. He and Director Xie were both transferred from the Machinery Department.
Yes, you are an old superior. This time, if you hate Director Cao, Director Xie will definitely not look good on his face, so be more prepared!"
Xue Xiang said, "I believe Director Xie can distinguish right from wrong, but I would like to thank Director Yan for some advice." But he was extremely disdainful in his heart. It was clear that this person was here to stir up trouble, and he was afraid that he and Xie Huihuang would not be able to choke.
Yan Botao said quietly, "You are just too broad-minded and think that others are just like you, Xue Si. Okay, let's not talk about it anymore. Let's not talk about it anymore. Besides, it's like I'm just trying to be a fan of fire. By the way, the matter about Haitian,
Your Macroeconomic Department had better hold a meeting
Let’s have a discussion. I will attend on behalf of Commissioner Fang. As you know, Commissioner Fang attaches great importance to Haitian’s affairs. This time, he went to hold a joint meeting, and the Planning Committee and the Economic Committee were trying to make a fuss about this matter. Fang
The committee member is so worried."
Xue Xiang didn't feel the need to discuss it, but since Yan Botao said so and took up Fang Muchia's banner, he would just do it.
Xue Xiang didn't want to stay with a guy like Yan Botao who was afraid of chaos in the world. He was just thinking of finding a reason to send him out when the phone rang. He picked it up and heard it. It was Xie Huihuang.
After ending the call, Yan Botao said with a smile, "What I said is right, Director Xie is here to protect the calf. You can do it for yourself. Brother, don't be aggressive with him. If Director Xie gets angry, it may not be the buyer's committee member's account. He is a rich man.
Mr. Guang’s student.” After saying that, he left.
Yan Botao is a real villain. Although Xue Xiang hates contact with this person, he does not deliberately avoid it. Contact with this guy often brings unexpected gains. At least, without Yan Botao, the connection between the middle and senior levels of the reform committee would be
For a moment or three, he really couldn't figure it out.
At least, he didn't know that the person standing behind Xie Huihuang was Director Bo Guang.
After a second thought, he also understood that with all the people on the reform committee focused on him, how could there be any simple person who could show his hand here?
Xie Huihuang's office is on the west side, only a hundred steps away from Xue Xiang's office, and it can be reached in an instant.
Xie Huihuang's office is very simple, even simpler than Xue Xiang's standard office. It is full of old-fashioned utensils. The reception area is just three benches, surrounded by a four-corner wooden table. There are four or five things on the table on a large enamel tea tray.
There are huge military porcelain jars, each of which has large scratches.
When you first see it, if you don't see the portrait of the leader behind the desk, you also have to see this unique porcelain vat.
When Xue Xiang arrived, Xie Huihuang was writing urgently at his desk. When Xue Xiang came in, he raised his eyes, pointed at the sofa, and said, "Sit down for a while. This manuscript is very important. Director Boguang will need it soon. Really
Excuse me."
Xue Xiang said, "It's okay. You write slowly. I'm not in a hurry. I've heard that Director Xie has good tea here. I have to try it. If you're busy, I'll do it myself." With that, he grabbed the large enamel tea table on the peach wood coffee table.
Urn, go to the old cabinet shop on the west side.
He knew very well that Xie Huihuang was pretending to be a superior again. Otherwise, he was clearly rushing for documents, so why not wait until the documents were finished before summoning him, Mr. Xue.
As for Director Bo Guang, Xie Huihuang took the opportunity to bring it up to intimidate him, Xue Xiang. Fortunately, Yan Botao let the matter slip beforehand, so Xue Xiang was not surprised.
Xue Xiang walked towards the old cabinet shop. Xie Huihuang suddenly became nervous, paused with his pen, and drew a long line on the paper.
Although he didn't use his eyes, he could clearly see the movement in Xie Huihuang's place.
He himself has the best Dahongpao, so he will never be short of tea, but if Xie Huihuang wants to dry him, then he has to dry it well to thank someone, and see who can't stand it first.
He had an amazing sense of smell and had long known that there was a rare treasure hidden in Xie Huihuang's humble room, which was the tea leaves in the blue glass storage jar in the standing cabinet.
He had tasted this kind of tea in Room 888, Victoria, when he had a secret meeting with President Liu. Although it was not as rare as the Da Hong Pao, it was considered a very good tea and extremely precious.
If Xue Xiang wants to drink tea, he must do it himself. If Xie Huihuang wants to ignore him, he must remain indifferent.
Xie Huihuang held the pen tightly and prayed to the gods and Buddhas in the sky, asking Xue Xiang to get the tea can next to him. There were seven or eight tea cans in his tea storage compartment.
Ordinarily, given one of the eight choices, the probability of Xue Xiang being selected is extremely low. Xie Huihuang doesn't need to make such a fuss out of a molehill.
It was true that Xie Huihuang cared too much about the jar of rock tea. It was the best tea that he had worked so hard to get, and it was just a few taels, so he gave it up as a favor.
On weekdays, he couldn't bear to part with this pot of tea. He would only brew it when a senior leader came. Sometimes, when he went to a traditional Chinese medicine meeting, he would bring two cups of tea with him and brew a cup himself.
Fragrant, keep a cup for later use.
Good luck came from heaven. During the meeting this morning, Director Boguang smelled the aroma of tea and drank the cup he had prepared. He counted clearly. During the meeting, Director Boguang drank seven cups.
Although Director Bo Guang did not praise the tea and even asked him for it, Xie Huihuang should naturally have some awareness.
Therefore, this jar of rock tea has a special weight.
Xie Huihuang stared at Xue Xiang's hand. When he saw him grabbing the red tea can, his heart suddenly relaxed. He didn't know that this guy opened it, took a look, then closed it again, and turned it over to the next one.
The teapot was gone, and the process continued until Xie Huihuang was tortured to the point of ecstasy.
Finally, Xue Xiang opened the blue tea can with his big hands, took out a large handful, threw it into the enamel jar, and moved back to the rest area lightly, as if he was really afraid of disturbing Director Xie's work.
Xue Xiang's big pinch seemed to be pinching the tip of Xie Huihuang's heart, pinching it so hard that it almost broke his heart.
But he had to pretend to continue writing, but when he put pen to paper, he didn't even know what he was writing.
Xue Xiang poured water into the porcelain vat, shook it a few times, and then drank it in big gulps. In an instant, he drank up the entire glass of water, then turned around and poured the thick remaining tea into the trash can. He stood up and looked at it again.
He set up a counter and went to the store.
Unable to bear it, Xie Huihuang raised his head after brushing his hands. (To be continued...)