Wang Guohua's fishing skills were average. He hurriedly picked up the fishing rod, but the fish was detached. The hooked fish slipped away, and Wang Guohua was a little frustrated. Zeng Zeguang vaguely felt that the young man did not want to bring up the topic of trading, so he did not continue to question him.
The two of them unanimously chose silence. After hooking the hook again, Wang Guohua stood up, patted his butt and said with a smile: "You continue fishing, I'll leave first."
Wang Guohua was about to leave, but Zeng Zeguang aroused his interest in staying with him. He raised his hand and said, "What? Are you afraid that my bad luck will affect you?"
Wang Guohua was secretly happy. The lessons he had learned these days were not in vain. Taking retreat as an opportunity to advance was indeed effective. Although Zeng Zeguang was a career-oriented cadre, he was also an old traitor who had stepped up his career in the officialdom. He was too deliberate, which may not be a good thing.
.Furthermore, I am now a young man who has just left school, and acting too scheming will inevitably lead to a bad opinion from Zeng Zeguang.
"What do I have to be afraid of? A junior clerk sitting on the bench was assigned to the county committee in exchange for a place in school." Wang Guohua said and sat down next to Zeng Zeguang, regardless of whether the grass was clean or not.
Zeng Zeguang was shocked by what Wang Guohua said in an angry tone. You must know how important a place in school is for a peasant child who grew up in a mountain village. Being able to stay in school and stay in a big city like Shanghai is no less important than Carp.
Jumping over the Dragon Gate, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is honoring his ancestors.
Zeng Zeguang suddenly felt that his wariness was a bit ridiculous. Such a young man who had just left school was actually on high alert.
Zeng Zeguang didn't ask or say anything after that. Wang Guohua sat quietly on the side, watching the buoy rising and falling on the water without touching the fishing rod. Neither of them cared about whether they could catch fish, they just sat there quietly.
Stand and admire the golden light flashing on the ripples on the pond water as the buoy rises and falls under the setting sun.
The sky was getting dark, and when the last ray of red from the setting sun disappeared, Wang Guohua stood up and left lazily without even saying hello. Zeng Zeguang did not stay with him, picked up the fishing rod and left. The review was over, although in the end
Zeng Zeguang has sufficient freedom of action even after the disposal is not completed, but no one in Nanshan County seems to be optimistic about County Magistrate Zeng's political future.
For the next three consecutive days, every evening Zeng Zeguang would start fishing by the pond. Wang Guohua had a tacit understanding and took a walk every day after dinner. He exchanged red plum cigarettes for a few Hongtashan cigarettes and finished smoking them. He accompanied Zeng Zeguang without saying a word.
We would chat a few words, occasionally talk about some fresh gossip that happened in the county party committee compound, and stay up until dark before leaving.
Before dark on the fourth day after the encounter by the pond, when Wang Guohua stood up and was about to leave, Zeng Zeguang suddenly smiled and said: "Xiao Wang, how do you drink?"
"It's not bad!" Wang Guohua's expression was somewhat insincere, which meant that he was very good at drinking.
"Let's go have a drink!" Zeng Zeguang invited him proactively. Wang Guohua saw that he didn't speak or move. Zeng Zeguang smiled and packed up the fishing rods. Wang Guohua followed silently, half a height apart from the other.
Zeng Zeguang’s family members are not in Nanshan County, and their temporary home is in a room in the Nanshan Hotel. The hotel owner Jiang Gongning is so sophisticated, and County Magistrate Zeng’s treatment results were not released for a day, and he was not lax at all in terms of treatment. This may be why Zeng Zeguang can always live in
Here's the reason.
The luxurious suite that Zeng Zeguang lived in was just like that in Wang Guohua's opinion. Nowadays, it is the best room in the hotel in Nanshan County. He called the restaurant and asked the restaurant to send some special dishes. Zeng Zeguang put down the phone and stuck out his butt from the hotel room.
I found two jar-shaped bottles of Moutai wine under the bed.
"Boy, today I want to open your eyes and see what Maotai has been for sixty years."
The reborn Wang Guohua is not a big drinker, but he has a lot of knowledge. One look at this simple-looking thing can tell that it is a good thing. Moutai in the 1960s, when these two jars of wine were born, the Republic was not even a shadow.
After swallowing hard, Wang Guohua stretched out his hand to stop Zeng Zeguang from opening the jar, grabbed the two jars of wine and said like a hen protecting its chicks: "You can't drink this wine!"
Zeng Zeguang looked at Wang Guohua with a smile on his face as he carefully took the two jars of Moutai and carefully held them back under the bed. When Wang Guohua turned around again, facing Zeng Zeguang's gaze, he smiled and scratched his head and said, "Actually, I do too.
I’m quite greedy, but if you think about it carefully, you might be able to put this wine to great use.”
Zeng Zeguang was slightly startled, and then he secretly laughed at himself for being so neurotic. What kind of plans could a young farm boy have, even if he had gone to college? Besides, his actions in the past few days were extremely confidential, so how could he know about his private efforts?
"You kid, haha, let's drink something else." As he said this, he opened the cabinet next to him and took out a bottle of Maotai. This wine was also twenty years old, and it was nothing compared to the two jars of Maotai.
Wang Guohua was not polite this time. He took the bottle and opened it quickly. At this time, there was a knock on the door. Zeng Zeguang said "come in" majestically, which was quite a bit arrogant. The door opened, and two people came in.
The one in front was a waiter holding a big plate, followed by a middle-aged man.
When Wang Guohua saw this person, he stood up and said with a very respectful smile: "Hello, Uncle Jiang!"
Jiang Gongning is undoubtedly a well-known figure in Nanshan County. No matter who comes to take the helm in Nanshan County, they will always be polite to this big boss whose fixed assets alone are said to be no less than five million. Today's major policy is to put the economy in command, and if you have money
It's like having status.
In fact, Jiang Gongning has been paying attention to what happened by the pond at the back door in the past few days. The whole Nanshan Hotel is full of Jiang Gongning people, and it is difficult not to know what happened by the pond. However, Jiang Gongning did not expect that Wang Guohua would meet with Zeng Zeguang at first.
It's just that close.
For this young man, Wang Guohua, Jiang Gongning felt nothing but gratitude. When Wang Guohua saved his only son, Jiang Gongning visited several times to express his gratitude. Wang Guohua accepted the small gifts he brought and returned all the money despite his parents' reluctance.
At that moment Jiang Gongning saw that this young man had a strong sense of self-esteem.
This time, Jiang Gongning witnessed the daily contact between Wang Guohua and Zeng Zeguang by the pond. Jiang Gongning didn't care at first. After receiving a call from his son half an hour ago, Jiang Gongning immediately asked the people below to pay attention to the two people by the pond. After learning that the two
After entering the room and ordering food, Jiang Gongning immediately took out a bottle of 30-year-old Moutai and came to the door in person.
"Haha, why are Guohua here?" Jiang Gongning pretended not to know the fact that Guohua was present and nodded politely.
"Old Jiang, what do you mean by this?" Zeng Zeguang pointed to the Maotai in Jiang Gongning's hand.
Jiang Gongning chuckled and said, "It doesn't mean anything. I have always taken care of you before, so I am so shameless that I come to see you for a drink."
Zeng Zeguang was secretly surprised, thinking that there was no possibility of his affairs being leaked. Why did Jiang Gongning, an old cunning guy, act like he knew something? How could Zeng Zeguang have imagined that Jiang Gongning actually appeared because of Wang Guohua.
"Just sit down if you're not afraid of being involved!" Zeng Zeguang said expressionlessly, saying he could accept it.
The unexpected appearance of Jiang Gongning made the drinking experience a bit dull. Although the old cunning Jiang Gongning tried his best to liven up the atmosphere, Zeng Zeguang was not very considerate. No matter how clever the old Jiang was, the scene still seemed lifeless.
Jiang Gongning stayed for only ten minutes before getting up and leaving. She did not approach Zeng Zeguang at the first moment when he seemed to be unlucky. It was unrealistic to think that his impression could be changed with just a short performance.
Zeng Zeguang didn't say anything to persuade him to stay. After he went out, he sneered disdainfully and said to Wang Guohua: "This old cunning guy!"
Wang Guohua heard the dissatisfaction in the words, he hesitated in his heart and finally said: "Uncle Jiang is a businessman, and generally speaking, he is a kind person. Compared with those in the system, Uncle Jiang is more cautious.
What’s the point?”
"It's not good to be cynical at a young age!" Zeng Zeguang was moved. He really felt the cold reception in the Nanshan Hotel these days. Generally speaking, compared to some people, Jiang Gongning's behavior was indeed quite kind. Thinking of this
, Zeng Zeguang's mood has improved a bit. To be honest, these days of casual chatting with Wang Guohua by the pond have been the most relaxing time in recent times.
When a person is unlucky, it is easy to get close to him if he has someone to talk to. Moreover, from Zeng Zeguang's point of view, Wang Guohua undoubtedly has no desire for him, and his temper seems to be very indifferent. Thinking of the talent shown by this kid before, Zeng Zeguang becomes more and more interested.
I must cultivate this young man's mind well.
"This wine is good! You will definitely have a good sleep after drinking it at night." Wang Guohua looked around and talked to him. Zeng Zeguang was about to start teaching by words and deeds, and he felt a little unhappy when he was interrupted.
"You kid! Stop drinking!" With a snort, Zeng Zeguang interrupted Wang Guohua's action of pouring wine and said with a serious face: "Do you dare to find Jiang Gongning to arrange a car and take me to the provincial capital overnight?"
The smile on Wang Guohua's face froze. He watched Zeng Zeguang remain silent for a while, then stood up and walked out without saying a word. Hearing the sound of the door closing, Zeng Zeguang showed a smile on his face, leaned back, lit a cigarette and squinted his eyes alone.
Enjoy this brief moment of silence.
The phone in the room rang. Zeng Zeguang picked up the phone and hummed. The person speaking on the phone was Wang Guohua. "County Magistrate Zeng, the car is ready. Should I come over and help pack things, or should I wait in the parking lot?"
"May I ask, what is your relationship with Lao Jiang?" Zeng Zeguang seemed to have returned to the position of county magistrate at this moment, and his instructions were calm and unquestionable. If anything, it is better to ask in advance than to hold it in your heart and let your hair deteriorate in the future.
"I saved his son's life, and he and his son are best friends." Wang Guohua didn't hide anything and gave the answer simply.
Zeng Zeguang was silent for a while on the phone before saying, "Wait, I'll be right here."