Chapter 57: The damn bird is facing up, it will not die for ten thousand years
Chapter 57: The dead bird faces upward and will not die for tens of millions of years
"I discussed it with your second uncle, and he said something was wrong between Secretary Lin and Governor Sun, so he asked me to refuse."
After listening to his father's explanation, Wang Zijun felt indescribably heavy. After thinking for a long time, he finally found a way to get the family out of trouble, but he didn't expect to be ruined by his second uncle's decision.
Wang Zijun felt a little disappointed. The three members of the family were no longer interested in talking. The only sound left was the sound of three people kicking and walking on the road.
Because the paths chosen by their father and second uncle were different, the two brothers had already lost the closeness they had in the past. Wang Zijun cursed his second uncle bitterly in his heart, clearly delaying your eldest brother's future, and he kept saying it was for the sake of the entire family.
For your own sake, you are really selfish! A little worldly, a little snobbish, and even a little hypocritical.
Although he sneered in his heart, the matter had come to this, and Wang Zijun had nothing to do. Although he could be reincarnated and work a little bit, it was not impossible to give his father another chance, but there was one loss that was irreparable: his father's rejection at least made the Wang family
I lost an opportunity to stand in line, an opportunity to stand in Secretary Lin’s queue.
I arrived home before I knew it. It was already ten o'clock at night, already past the time to turn off the lights in the student dormitories of Zhongzhou University. There were still a few pedestrians on the campus.
Wang Zijun has feelings for this university, not only because he grew up here, but also because he spent his first job here after graduating from university.
After returning home, he took a hot bath and then returned to his room.
More than twenty years later, when he returned to his familiar nest again, Wang Zijun slipped into bed, and an olive-like fragrance floated into his nostrils. He inhaled hard, as if he wanted to inhale them forever.
There was a feeling in his chest that he wanted to shout loudly. Lying on a familiar bed, Wang Zijun tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.
Should this matter just be forgotten? After resurrecting his life, is he still unable to change the fact that his family has declined? Although he has enough confidence in his own ability, he still understands the principle of leaning against a big tree to enjoy the shade.
Even if the influence of the entire family is only reflected in the province, as long as there is one family standing behind you, it can still give you a boost at critical moments on your way forward.
Although grandpa has retired, he has been in charge of Jiang Province for many years and still has a certain influence in Jiang Province. This may be the reason why the second uncle, who has average ability, is reused by Governor Sun. Secretary Lin wants
My father's thoughts on becoming deputy secretary-general are probably similar to those of Governor Sun.
So, is there any possibility of reversing this matter? The possibility is almost impossible. How could a person with such a good face take back what he said. And grandpa is undoubtedly the best choice, but the old man said,
After he retreats, he will no longer interfere with political matters. The possibility of getting him to take action is almost zero.
Although I know the trend of future development, I can't go to the old man and tell the truth, grandpa, it is related to the future of our Wang family. You should take action once. Who can let your grandson know in advance what will happen twenty years later?
Woolen cloth.
After tossing and turning for a long time, Wang Zijun simply sat up, lit a cigarette, leaned on the bedside, squinted his eyes, and tried hard to search for the remaining wisdom in his exhausted mind, hoping to find some implementable countermeasures.
"Xiaojun, come on, drink it!" Mom came in with a bowl, which was Wang Zijun's favorite drink, Tremella Fungus and Lotus Seed Soup.
"Mom, I'm not hungry, and it's getting late. You should go to bed quickly!" Mom frowned, opened the window to let out the smell of smoke in the air, and then forced the bowl into his hand, and Wang Zijun had to take it.
, scooped a mouthful of it with a small spoon and put it into his mouth. The taste was very pure and authentic. The white fungus was also boiled and melted. When he held it in his mouth, it was soft and smooth. As he drank the lotus seed soup, the warmth in his heart also flowed quietly.
Since no other path is possible, I have to try it myself! This is not an impulse or a hothead. He just doesn't want to regret it many years later. There was once a kind of glory that should belong to his Wang family, just because
His abandonment passed by!
Thoughts flashed in his mind, and Wang Zijun suddenly made up his mind. The damn bird will face upward and will not die for tens of millions of years. Anyway, this is the end of the matter. How bad can it get?
It was indeed a difficult night to fall asleep. When Wang Zijun opened his eyes again, it was already bright.
Looking at the time, it was already eight o'clock. Wang Zijun tidied himself up carefully and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked dignified and majestic, and smiled secretly.
The breakfast was as sumptuous as usual. The steamed buns were fried to a crispy brown, the egg pancakes were very soft, and a plate of washed lettuce was green, which made me appetizing at first glance. Wang Zijun spread ketchup on the egg pancakes, wrapped the lettuce, and
Swallowing it in large gulps, my mother was so angry that she scolded: "You silly baby, drink your milk quickly, be careful not to choke!"
Wang Zijun smiled apologetically at his mother, said I was going out to do some errands, and left the dinner table.
Although it is the August Festival, the school has a half-day holiday. In addition, today is Sunday, there are many students playing basketball on the campus playground, and the cheers from time to time add a bit of vitality and vitality to the campus.
Wang Zijun was walking on the tree-lined avenue of the campus, and his mood became particularly cheerful. That's it!
After a while, Wang Zijun arrived at the Provincial Party Committee Family Court. He wanted to try his luck and see if Secretary Lin was at home. He went to the Provincial Party Committee office to find him directly. He felt that the effect would be worse than being at home.
Secretary Lin and Wang Zijun’s grandfather lived not far away. The number of people entering and exiting the Provincial Party Committee Family Courtyard was not complicated. Therefore, Wang Zijun smoothly entered the heavily guarded No. 2 Courtyard of the Provincial Party Committee Family Courtyard in the name of visiting his grandfather.
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The style of the small building that Lin Shu remembered was the same as that of his grandfather, and they were both products of the same era. When Wang Zijun came to the door of the number one man in Jiang Province, he found that the door of his house was ajar, and there was a rumor in the small courtyard.
There was a clear sound of memorizing words.
Knocking gently on the door, Wang Zijun waited quietly.
"Creak", the door, still made of wood, was gently opened.
"Hello, are you okay?" A pretty girl with long hair glanced at Wang Zijun and asked politely.
The girl was very pretty, her eyes were like two pools of spring water, and she was very tidy. That kind of beauty, cleanliness, quietness and generosity seemed to be deep-rooted and innate. Wang Zijun suddenly felt ashamed of himself. He was in a wealthy family.
The good state of life that has been cultivated for a long time disappears without a trace.
"Well, is Secretary Lin at home?" The girl opened her peach-shaped teeth as soon as she spoke, and said in a chirping voice: "My dad said I won't see any guests today."
Long after the incident, Wang Zijun could still recall the scene when he first met Lin Ying'er, and he couldn't help but feel "sour and sweet" in his heart.