Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

Ma Xueli, who did not resist the bewitching, felt that this was very reasonable. It was easier to be an official if you had connections in the court, and the more connections you had, the more ways out you had.

So he brought the big liar Song Gongming to Ma Xuewu without knowing what was going on, and said in a hoarse voice: "Secretary Ma, the third son of the Song family wants to tell you something in private. It's about the projectionist."

"Projectionist? What's wrong with Li Weijun?"

Ma Xuewu was in the room comforting the crying Jiang Yingying. He had just created the right atmosphere and even closed the windows.

But Ma Xueli ruined his mood. His face instantly became gloomy and his voice became quite rude.

Jiang Yingying's heart trembled when she saw Song Gongming's pair of shifty eyes always hovering around her.

She didn't dare to stay, and hurriedly wiped the tears from her eyes, and said delicately: "Secretary Ma, since it's about the projectionist, it must be a big deal, you go ahead and do it, my mother-in-law has a bad temper, you know, if you don't go back, I guess you will be scolded again."

"Hmph, my sister-in-law is also a bully who only cares about the weak and the strong. She only looks at the people she meets. Don't panic, niece Yingying. I'll talk to my sister-in-law when I have time, so that she won't take it out on you if she has any troubles."

"If you ever get wronged, just tell me and don't forget to come visit me often."

When Ma Xuewu saw that Jiang Yingying was about to run away, he felt regretful and reluctantly sent this beautiful young widow out the door.

He could only vent his anger on Song Gongming. He glanced at Song Gongming with his triangular eyes and smiled contemptuously.

"Song Laogou, Song Laogou, you are a smart man. You actually think you are powerful just because you have a small scoundrel as your backer. He is just a projectionist. I, Ma Xuewu, have the final say in this small piece of land in Cantou Village."

Faced with Ma Xuewu's ridicule, Song Gongming turned a deaf ear to it and bowed to Ma Xuewu with a smile.

"Secretary Ma, I'm here to congratulate Secretary Ma."

"Congratulations, what are you congratulating?"

Ma Xuewu frowned and put the tea in the bowl down on the table. After betting on the wrong horse, he actually felt very regretful in his heart, but he couldn't get over it for the sake of his face.

Now seeing Song Gongming's mysterious look, he thought that this old guy had received some instructions from Li Weijun, so he naturally pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

Song Gongming did not keep the secret and repeated the same words he had used to fool Ma Xueli just now. At the end, he said slyly: "The Red Star Steel Rolling Mill is a large factory with tens of thousands of people. If this matter is accomplished, it won't take long. Just with the money earned from purchasing, Secretary Ma can replace this decoration with a redwood one."

"That's true, but my daughter is only eight years old. She can't be a maid. Wouldn't it be a violation of discipline to raise her as a child bride? Besides, how can you ensure that Li Weijun can also work as a buyer after he becomes a projectionist..."

Ma Xuewu has been able to climb to this position, so he must be very cunning. Naturally, he is not as easy to fool as Ma Xueli, a rough man.

Song Gongming, however, smiled playfully: "Isn't the young widow who just left a ready-made one? She is not Secretary Ma's biological niece. You have to be willing to give her up. Only by giving can you gain."

Song Gongming looked at Ma Xuewu who was thinking, and struck while the iron was hot: "Besides, cigarettes build bridges and wine paves the way, and that's the way it is in personnel matters. Our boss's projectionist is a done deal. If Secretary Ma offers some small gifts for our boss to get around, then the purchase will be a success."

Ma Xuewu's face changed, but after a few seconds of pain, he made a decision.

He laughed and said, "You are a little bit of a bad guy. It would be a pity if you don't become a military advisor. In this case, Captain Ma, why are you still standing there? Come with me to invite the projectionist comrade..."

At this time, Li Xuewu was leaning lazily on the kang, savoring the charm of Qin Huairu.

"This woman is indeed a femme fatale in a courtyard. She is graceful and charming. Even after giving birth to a child, she is still so delicious. It's a pity that chewing steamed buns every day will make you tired of it. If you don't have some side dishes to satisfy your hunger, you will always feel like something is missing."

Thinking of this, Li Weijun planned to get some silk after returning to the city, and find a skilled tailor according to Qin Huairu's figure.

As for the whole ancient costume, it would be best to get a dark purple gauze skirt, a silk and linen whip with long tassels, and a layer of faintly visible veil on the mouth.

After she has mastered this set, I will teach Qin Huairu to try some simple Ba Duan Jin and learn some real skills.

Otherwise, without any martial arts skills, Qin Huairu wouldn't be as impressive as Shisan Niang...

"Damn it, I'm such a loser. My life is just getting better, and I'm already thinking about this. My sister Qin has such a good acting foundation, how can this ancient martial arts costume be enough? If I have a chance, I'll go to the Friendship Store and get some nylon stockings, cheongsams that show armpits, short skirts, white shirts, and slender high heels. That's enough."

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw his own military advisor Song Gongming, coming in happily, pulling open the curtain with a look of wanting credit.

"Boss, Secretary Ma has come to invite you personally. He and Captain Ma are waiting outside. This is a big happy event and we can't delay."

After saying that, he lowered his voice and recounted how he had turned the tide and come up with ideas.

Li Weijun was naturally overjoyed when he heard about this good news. He also had a new understanding of the shifty military strategist in front of him.

Apart from anything else, he is much more useful than Wu Yong, the resourceful man who can only use knockout drugs and lure people up the mountain.

"Gongming, I've remembered your contribution. I'm a clear judge of rewards and punishments. Once I finish the work at hand, you'll definitely get some benefits."

As he spoke, Li Weijun took out a few kilograms of national food coupons from his pocket and stuffed them into Song Gongming's hand.

As for the military advisor, he should not be treated unfairly, not to mention that he is a good military advisor who only cares about the boss. There is no such thing as a pretty widow who thinks of pleasing the boss first. This alone is enough to make her deserve a reward.

Otherwise, you'll be going against the boss all day long. What's the use of having a military advisor like you?

After adjusting his expression, Li Weijun opened the door curtain and opened his arms warmly, shaking Ma Xuewu's hand as if he had met a long-lost friend.

"Secretary Ma, I have long heard of your great name. In the past, I only knew that Secretary Ma of Cantou Village was highly respected, dedicated to his duties, and a good public servant. This time, after meeting him, I found that his reputation is well-deserved. At first glance, he is a blessed person with a smooth career in the government."

Ma Xuewu had not expected that Li Weijun would be so enthusiastic. He grabbed his hand and refused to let it go. He quickly pretended to be flattered and said, "Comrade projectionist, you are too polite. We have never met before. Now that we are face to face, I can see that Comrade Li Xuewu is a young and promising man. He is a rare talent and has a bright future ahead of him."

The two old foxes flattered each other about business matters and forgot about the unpleasantness that happened at the banquet table in the morning. They were eager to call each other brothers and become friends regardless of age difference.

This made Ma Xueli, a rough man standing nearby, stunned and shocked.