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In a villa area in the West Second Ring Road of Beiping, Beijing, there is a courtyard house that is often seen in alleys standing abruptly on the edge. The villa is the kind of courtyard house that is common in Beijing, with bluestone bricks for the walls, red tiles for the roof, and vermilion roofs.
The golden copper ring on the door shines with cold light under the illumination of the street lamp...caihongwenxue.
On both sides of the bluestone steps are a pair of stone lions with teeth and claws. The lion on the left has its eyes wide open and raises its left paw, while the lion on the right raises its right paw, echoing each other.
Outside the walls of the courtyard are tall trees, their branches covered with thick snow. Occasionally, an icicle hangs down, as if silently telling the coldness of the north.
The large living room in the north wing is filled with tables. The placement of the tables coincides with some indescribable rhythm. There is a small round table at the beginning, and then there are two rows of tables following the small round table. In the four corners of the living room are placed
There were several burning stoves, and people were sitting around the tables.
The table is arranged in a very regular manner, and even the people sitting at the table waiting to eat sit in a very regular manner. Children sit together, young people sit together, men sit together, and they sit together.
The dishes on the table were all exquisite and rich, but no one moved their chopsticks. Even the little ones, who were several years old, were sitting neatly on the special chairs, focusing on the small round table above them.
An old man with white hair wearing a bright red Tang suit was at the top of the list. Next to him was an old man of the same age, but he was wearing a crisp suit, a bright red tie, and a slicked back hair. He was quite a bit like a superior.
momentum.
The old man in Tang suit stood up, and the service staff behind him in bright red festive clothes hurriedly came forward with a tray containing wine specially for the old man.
The old man took the small wine glass from the plate and glanced around the room. Everyone stood up and straightened their chests. The old man nodded with satisfaction. Today is the 30th of the Lunar New Year. Our family is having a lively celebration together.
"Year of Reunion"
"Last year, none of you were able to do it. The third child went to Tianjin City to be the deputy secretary. The eldest brother has not achieved good results in foreign trade in the past few years. So the performance of the third child does not satisfy me."
"No, our Yang family is in trouble. I can't blame you. I have to blame the third child who passed away. Of course, the second child and I are also responsible. However, these are small things. You can't always rely on the three of us.
As long as the old guy survives, we will also die one day, and we will rely on you from now on."
"We bring you all together for the New Year every year, just to let you. The rise and fall of the Yang family is closely related to each of you. Without the big tree of the Yang family, what you enjoy now will be gone. But I
So far I haven’t seen one that satisfies me.”
The old man's voice gradually became more passionate, and his eyes pierced the children and grandchildren in front of him like lightning. An inexplicable sadness came to his heart. The Yang family started in the military, rose up in the government and the public, but also fell down in the military. Could it be that this
Is it fate?
Sanyang Tianhong is considered to be one of the more outstanding among his generation. Now in his early fifties, he is already the Deputy Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee of Jin City. Jin City is a municipality directly under the Central Government, and the Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee is one of the members of the National Political Bureau. But now he is carrying this responsibility of the Yang family.
With all the baggage, can he go further?
"Okay, I won't talk about the past. I just hope that next year you will all have different changes." The old man suddenly became uninterested. He raised his neck and took a sip of the wine in the small cup, then casually placed the cup in the waiter's hand.
He sat down on the tray.
"Brother, are you drunk?" The old man in a suit drank the wine in one gulp and sat down. They were the only ones at the table.
"Yang Bing, since Yang Liang passed away, my energy has been getting worse every year." The old man in Tang suit sighed and glanced at the children and grandchildren who were eating and drinking in the room. There was a trace of sadness in his heart.
To boost the reputation of the Yang family, it would be great if they could not hinder the Yang family.
"Brother, don't think so much. Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. Besides, the two of us will grow old one day. Besides, Sun Daniu is an authentic martial artist from Wudang Mountain. He can't stop the passage of time.
"This flying knife." Yang Bing sighed, and when he mentioned Sun Daniu, he suddenly remembered the incident more than 20 years ago...
"Eat, eat, you are the only one who talks more." Yang Kun glanced at his younger brother and picked up his chopsticks to eat.
Yang Tianhong picked up the cup and drank a drink with his eldest brother Yang Tianxi. He raised his head and glanced at his wife opposite, but saw that she also looked up. The couple looked at each other and smiled.
In the Beijing Municipal Party Committee compound, the home of Chen Xi, Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee.
The houses in the Municipal Party Committee compound are all villa-style three-story buildings. The house of Municipal Party Committee Secretary Chen Xi is in the center of the compound. The hall on the first floor is full of people.
In a lounge on the first floor, several young people were playing cards and singing. A popular female singer was singing affectionately. Her lips were lightly opened and her breasts were slightly erect, but in the center of the room was a large
At the card table, several young people are playing cards.
"Chen Pengfei, do you want it or not?" A young man with a middle-parted hair and hair dyed light yellow on his forehead waved his arms and slapped the table hard.
"Chen Ziyou, are you so anxious? Let me think about it?" Chen Pengfei frowned and focused his eyes on the playing cards in his hand. If Yang Xueguang could see it, he would be shocked. This guy is the one who took Feng Yajing from
Chen Pengfei was snatched away from Yang Xueguang’s hands
"What a nonsense, you still can't see my cards, Fatty Wang is already here." Chen Ziyou glanced at Chen Pengfei dissatisfied, clasped the playing cards in his hand, and waved to the female singer who was singing happily.
The singer smiled brightly, swung her hips and walked away from Master Chen, how lucky are you?"
Chen Ziyou chuckled, stretched out his hand to hold the female singer in his arms, and like a spiritual snake, his right hand got into her clothes and groped all the way up. He quickly reached the top, and held the plump mass on her chest with his five fingers.
As soon as he grabbed it, a flash appeared in his eyes