Rebirth of the Rising Sun

In the morning, Feng Sizhe was eating at the dining table with his grandparents, uncle, aunt and youngest aunt.

Today, Feng Sizhe changed his usual eating manner of lowering his head. He raised his head and sat up straight, constantly filling his grandparents' bowls with some pickled vegetables they liked to eat, which made his grandpa keep saying good things. Grandpa didn't say much because he didn't know what Feng Sizhe was thinking. But his aunt Zhao Lizhu looked at Feng Sizhe's attentiveness and couldn't help but mutter, "Flatterer!"

"What's wrong with being a flatterer? At least Zhe'er did this. I have supported you for so many years, but I have never seen you be so attentive. Besides, I also like the dishes that Zhe'er picks for me." Hearing that his little daughter dared to talk about his grandson, He Jiayu immediately became unhappy.

"Mom." Zhao Lizhu's face was filled with anger when she heard her mother say these words publicly. After all, she was already in her thirties and it would be too embarrassing to do this.

"I think your mother is right." Zhao Mingyuan suddenly said this, and Zhao Lizhu dared not say anything except to sneer. Feng Zhe laughed, "Auntie is angry, so I will also pick some food for you, flatter you, and admit my mistake to you."

Feng Sizhe's smile, even a little playful, immediately made the atmosphere at the dinner table lively. Everyone couldn't help laughing when they heard his words. Lieutenant General Zhao Mingyuan especially felt that his grandson had obviously changed, but he was not sure whether the change was good or bad.

After breakfast, the family service staff naturally cleaned up the table. My uncle and my second aunt also hurriedly packed up and went to work or attend meetings at the Ministry and the Commission. Lieutenant General Zhao Mingyuan also put on a neat lieutenant general uniform under the "serving" of his wife He Jiayu, and got on a special car to the Beijing Military Region. Only Feng Sizhe and my aunt Zhao Yuzhu were left.

"Aunt, hurry up." Standing in the courtyard, Feng Zhe urged his aunt. It was already 7:15 in the morning, but his aunt still hadn't packed up yet and was still dressing up in the house, which made Feng Zhe a little anxious. In his memory, the Youth Class would start at 8 o'clock. If it was any later, he was afraid that he would be late.

"Oh my, the sun really is rising from the west today, isn't it? Our Xiaozhe is also anxious for class? Don't you wish to be late and be expelled every day? Oh, by the way, is there any beauty in the youth class that you like, so you want to go to school?" She was wearing a pair of white cropped pants that had just become popular in the 90s, and a light blue jacket on her upper body. She was wearing a black sweetheart collar shirt underneath, which perfectly wrapped the protruding part of her chest, making her look very youthful, which also made the -year-old Zhao Lizhu look more like or .

"Ah, my aunt is beautiful. She looks much younger than my second aunt when she dresses up." Feng Sizhe's words are true. Maybe because she was the youngest at home, Zhao Lizhu has been naughty since she was a child and knows how to dress herself up. Unlike my second aunt Zhao Lishu, who is only 36 years old but dresses like she is in her 40s, as if she is afraid that people will think she is too young.

"Okay, you've talked too much today." Although Zhao Lizhu was very happy to be praised, when she thought of how she was scolded by her parents at breakfast for saying that Feng Sizhe was flattering her, she gave Feng Sizhe a look.

Feng Sizhe smiled and said, "They say women love to hold grudges. It seems to be true."

Following Zhao Lizhu, Feng Sizhe left the courtyard and got into a military jeep, which drove towards the Central Party School in the capital. Even in the car, Feng Sizhe was still thinking that it was because his aunt was a full-time director and the daughter of a lieutenant general, and the discipline in the state ministries was not very strict, otherwise, would his aunt be able to work in the court in this outfit? This was worthy of doubt.

Feng Lizhu was the director of the Second Cadre Division of the Personnel Department of the Central Propaganda Department. She had already reached the rank of director at her age, which was obviously inseparable from the support of Lieutenant General Zhao. Usually, the director of the Second Cadre Division personally sent Feng Zhe to the Party School's Youth Class. For this reason, Zhao Lizhu often joked that Feng Zhe's rank as a student in the Youth Class was too high. He was just a junior student, but he had a director-level cadre as his secretary to pick him up.

After the car stopped at the gate of the Party School, Feng Lizhu hurriedly urged the driver to rush to the Central Propaganda Department. Now it was time for her to go to work, and if she continued to chat with Feng Sizhe for a while, she was afraid that she would be late.

Feng Sizhe waved goodbye to his aunt, then took out his ID to have the armed police at the gate of the Party School verify his identity, and then walked towards the youth class on campus.

The Youth Class is the abbreviation of the training class for young and middle-aged cadres, and is a study and training class for the party to train reserve cadres.

In fact, there are many kinds of young and middle-aged classes. For example, the central-level young and middle-aged classes are mainly for training provincial and municipal-level leading cadres, while the young and middle-aged class that Feng Zhe attended is for those who have a high degree but no work experience. This kind of young and middle-aged class is also called a crash course in ideological re-education. The main content of the study is to enable these students to have a better understanding of the Party and its policies as soon as possible. Because under normal circumstances, one cannot enter this young and middle-aged class without any connections, but anyone who can enter this young and middle-aged class has basically stepped into the cradle of politics. As long as you can graduate successfully, under normal circumstances, at the very least you will get the title of a regular section chief. Don't underestimate this regular section chief, it is a pinnacle that many township cadres cannot reach in their entire lives.

Feng Sizhe walked into the Youth Class with light but somewhat guilty steps. After all, in his memory, this was something that happened more than 20 years ago. Speaking of it, he was indeed a little unfamiliar with it.

"Hi, Feng Sizhe, sit here." A young man about his age saw Feng Sizhe and shouted hurriedly.

Feng Sizhe was happy when he saw this young man. He remembered that this young man who looked a little shorter than himself was called Xie Zhiyuan. His grandfather seemed to be a cadre of the State Grain Bureau, and his rank seemed to be not low. He didn't have much impression of the rest. It seemed that he retired not long after. Therefore, Feng Sizhe didn't have a deep impression of him. But he did know that he had a very good relationship with Xie Zhiyuan. Even though Feng Sizhe no longer worked in politics in the previous parallel world, he and Xie Zhiyuan often interacted. In Feng Sizhe's last memory, it seemed that he became the mayor of a city in 2010. The -year-old mayor was already very young at that time.

"Hi, Zhiyuan." Feng Sizhe saw Xie Zhiyuan greeting him, so he waved politely and sat down in the row of seats behind him.

"What's the matter? Comrade Feng Sizhe, you don't want to come again? Look, what time is it now? Except for the young master in our class, you are the last one to enter the class." Seeing Feng Sizhe sitting next to him, Xie Zhiyuan joked with him. He knew that Feng Sizhe was unwilling to attend this youth class. This man who returned from studying abroad didn't seem to be very keen on politics and power.

"Xie Zhiyuan, keep your voice down, don't let anyone hear you." Another girl's voice sounded beside Feng Sizhe's ear. Feng Sizhe turned around and noticed that the person sitting next to him was a girl with long hair. Her name seemed to be Xu Yuanyuan. His mind immediately flashed the other person's name.

Feng Sizhe still had some memories of Xu Yuanyuan, but he only knew that she was also the descendant of a high-ranking official in Beijing. Because Feng Zhe was not very willing to interact with his classmates at that time, he knew very little about some people's affairs. Feng Zhe only regarded Xu Yuanyuan as a classmate and a passer-by in their lives, so even now he didn't know much about her and her future.

"Look, girls are timid after all. Don't be afraid, he is not here. Besides, we have our own freedom of speech." When Xie Zhiyuan heard Xie Yuanyuan's reminder, he laughed, laughing at her timid agreement and talking about freedom of speech.

In fact, freedom of speech in the country was not very obvious at that time. People's perception of the outside world was basically hearsay, except for television and newspapers. Even if they made phone calls, they only had a few channels, and the things they reported were also very conventional. Now that Xie Zhiyuan talked about freedom of speech, it is indeed a bit funny.

After hearing this freedom of speech, Xu Yuanyuan also covered her mouth and laughed. How should I put it? Xu Yuanyuan was still a very pretty girl. She seemed to be only one year younger than Feng Zhe and Xie Zhiyuan. I heard that she also had some background. In fact, who didn't have a background to study in the Youth Class at that time? It's just that everyone didn't know each other very well.

While the three were talking and laughing, a boy who looked obviously older than Feng Zhe and the others walked in at the classroom door. He strode into the classroom with big, steady steps and looked straight ahead, as if no one else existed in his world. He looked very arrogant.

Seeing this person sitting down in the first row of seats, Xie Zhiyuan couldn't help but snort, "What's so great about him? It's just that he has a better family background. Look at his face, his eyes are about to go to the sky." Of course, Xie Zhiyuan said this in a very low voice, and only Feng Sizhe and Xu Yuanyuan could hear it.

Feng Sizhe did know that this boy was the princeling party that Xie Zhiyuan had just mentioned. But in fact, Feng Sizhe knew very well that this young man named Wen Rujie was only one year older than him, and his political career was not very smooth in the future. Perhaps it was because he was too narrow-minded and had too low a vision. In short, as he grew older, his performance was not very eye-catching, and he finally went into business. However, his brother Wen Ruhao became a rising star in the political world soon and became the youngest member of the Central Committee. It seems that he may become one of the next national leaders. But in fact, Feng Zhe, who was a social commentator in the previous parallel world, did not like Wen Ruhao, because his political achievements were mostly based on sacrificing the interests of ordinary people, and he himself did not really do a few good things for the country and the nation. What's more important is that when the Zhao family was struggling under the suppression of another major faction, the Lu faction, Wen Ruhao, one of the core figures of the Wen faction, made a move to make the Zhao family completely lose its voice at the top level, so that Mr. Zhao Mingyuan could not bear the blow and suffered a stroke and was paralyzed in bed. Therefore, after seeing Wen Rujie, Feng Sizhe subconsciously regarded him as an opponent.

Wen Rujie, who was sitting in the first row, seemed to feel a cold gaze behind him. He turned around and looked at Feng Sizhe. But Feng Sizhe reacted quickly. He sat down as if nothing had happened when Wen Rujie moved. Only Xie Zhiyuan and Xu Yuanyuan were still gesturing at Wen Rujie's back. It was not until Wen Rujie turned around and saw Xie Zhiyuan that our comrade Zhiyuan froze and slowly sat down. Wen Rujie thought that Xie Zhiyuan was talking about him, so he looked over there and turned around again.

Looking at Xie Zhiyuan who had become his scapegoat, Feng Zhe chuckled and shook his head. With his somewhat abnormal mental age, how could Wen Rujie or Xie Zhiyuan possibly defeat him? Moreover, he had the ability to predict the future for more than 0 years, which could be said to be an absolute foresight. Yu Tian couldn't help but feel full of confidence. He believed that with his current conditions, no matter what he did, he would put in much less effort than others. But in the end, he still chose to be an official, not for anything else, he didn't want to see his grandfather's disappointed eyes, didn't want to see someone riding on the Zhao family's head to bully and benefit, he - Feng Sizhe, wanted to use the special ability of rebirth to change the history of the Zhao family and make a contribution to the development of the motherland.