Personal security

Chapter 8: We are friends

After two consecutive days of rain, the sun was shining brightly outside when I woke up today, but Dongfang Wenying's mood could not be brighter.

Yesterday afternoon, Zhang Mingyang called her, his voice filled with unbearable fear. The matter has been exposed. Although Secretary Xu personally brought it to the meeting and told it, he still insisted that it was in Zhao Jianhui's hands. If Secretary Xu is a goshawk lurking in the dark, ready to hunt, then why did things happen by such a coincidence?

If Zhao Jianhui didn't come to Southern Guangdong with an inspection team, why wouldn't something happen? In the two provinces of Yunnan and Guizhou, this person just stayed in each province for less than three days before leaving. But now he has been in southern Guangdong for eleven days and has no intention of leaving.

What does Secretary Xu mean by taking this matter to the Standing Committee? In order to save the face of the Provincial Party Committee and the Provincial Government, should Southern Guangdong Province handle this matter itself? But no matter who is going to handle this matter, he has already lost touch with it.

Now, the only person who can save him is Zhao Jianhui.

Therefore, after explaining the situation, he said in a roundabout way: "Wenying, you'd better seriously consider my suggestion to you. I insist not to change the original plan. Then maybe it's ours to take down Zhao Jianhui first. Uh, the only way out. I don't want to force you, but there's nothing I can do. It's difficult for me, the mud Buddha, to cross the river. Paul, I can't save you, so you can do it yourself. However, I am sincere to you, and I also hope that you can remember the friendship between us, and hope that we can escape this disaster smoothly. One day, I hope you forget everything you should forget and don't say a word you shouldn't say. Oh, forget it, just take it one step at a time."

Putting down the phone, Dongfang Wenying was depressed for a long time. She couldn't figure out where she had made a mistake. Was she promising too little benefit? Or is the public relations effort insufficient? Otherwise, how could engineering matters be so easy to investigate? The other party was able to successfully find out what happened when the building was built a year or two ago in such a short period of time, so there must be an insider involved.

But no matter what, she also knew that she was in trouble this time. No wonder I went to the house in person and took the land auction documents and project planning documents to the Construction Bank, Commercial Bank and other institutions, but I couldn't even get a dime loan. Maybe the bank has already received hints from some people.

Dongfang Wenying is still frightened by the nightmare he had last night. In the dream, a demon in ancient costume had a green face, fangs, and a bloody mouth. His fingernails were more than a foot long. He laughed and opened his own head. He used his long nails to pick up his white brain and put it into his mouth. With relish.

I was so scared but couldn't avoid it that I couldn't even move my fingers. He obviously felt that he should be dead, but the evil ghost could clearly see everything he did, and he knew it clearly in his heart.

I woke up from the nightmare, sitting up nervously, with cold sweat on my head.

Dongfang Wenying knew that this was all due to the psychological factors brought about by the fierce business competition. It was the phone call Zhang Mingyang made to him during the day that played a decisive role. But when I woke up in the middle of the night, I was still shaking with fear, and even turning on all the lights in the room didn't work.

He put on his nightgown and walked around the room, thoughts swirling in his mind. I never dared to lie in bed and close my eyes again. It wasn't until the sky became bright that I finally fell asleep for a little while. Now I wake up and still feel my head is hot, my mouth is dry, and my whole body is sore and weak...

However, she still struggled to get up and picked up the phone from the dressing table: "Director Zhao? This is Dongfang Wenjing! Do you still remember our agreement? Tonight, we will meet at the Haixin Hotel. "After saying that, she hung up the phone without waiting for Zhao Jianhui to speak.

Listening to the soft and charming voice coming from the mobile phone, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but smile bitterly. I thought this woman must have smelled something, right? I'm a little impatient.

"Oh, where did we talk just now? The inspection report has been sent to the province, right?" Zhao Jianhui looked at Li Wenzhong sitting in front of him and asked with a smile.

Li Wenzhong nodded and continued: "The Nanyue Provincial Committee attaches great importance to it. Secretary Xu personally took it to the Standing Committee and decided to form a working group to investigate."

Zhao Jianhui looked at him and smiled: "That's good, let's focus on Southern Guangdong Province. If cooperation is needed, you and several other comrades will cooperate fully. I will leave this matter to you. Work boldly, what can I do? Report to me at any time." Li Wenzhong's face was a little flushed with excitement, and he tried his best to suppress his excitement and nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, director, I will strictly follow your requirements and do my best to do the job well."

At 7:55 pm, Zhao Jianhui walked into the revolving restaurant on the top floor of Haixin Building and found a seat by the window. He looked down at the brightly lit night scene below, feeling filled with excitement. The mountains and rivers are magnificent and cannot be smeared by some moths.

In the afternoon, he had reported what happened in Nanyue to Director Sun, and Director Sun fully supported his approach. After all, the committee also needs to respect the ideas of local officials on some very sensitive issues.

A fragrance like orchid and musk came from behind. Zhao Jianhui turned his head and was stunned for a moment when he saw Yan Ruirui, who looked like a peach blossom. Seeing him turn around, Yan Ruirui walked towards him with her slim waist swinging. She was wearing casual clothes, with light makeup on her face, and the light clothes made her plump body more exquisite and convex, making people think.

"Mr. Zhao, it's really you. I thought I saw the wrong person!" Yan Ruirui smiled and said in broken Cantonese. Zhao Jianhui smiled softly. It seemed that he and this woman were really destined. He could actually bump into her wherever he went. "You'd better speak in English. It sounds awkward to me when you speak like this."

Yan Ruirui said with a smile: "I like this beautiful city very much, and I also like the country of China very much. I am trying hard to learn to speak your words. Isn't this good?"

Zhao Jianhui nodded: "Okay, okay, but I just don't like what I heard. Why are you here, coming to this place to eat?"

"Yes, I made an appointment with my idol to have dinner here, and unexpectedly I bumped into you." As she spoke, she stretched out her delicate hand and pointed lightly: "Let's go, let me introduce you, where is she?" …”

Looking along his finger, Zhao Jianhui saw Lin Xuanling sitting at a round table. Today she was wearing a black tube top gauze dress, and her white shoulders looked even more sparkling under the light. Seeing Zhao Jianhui looking over, Lin Xuanling smiled sweetly, raised her little hand and waved gently at him.

Of these two girls, one is the daughter of a wealthy man and the other is an international supermodel. I can't believe that the two of them actually got together.

Yan Ruirui reached out and took Zhao Jianhui's arm, and the two of them walked to Lin Xuanling. Lin Xuanling had already stood up and said with a slight smile: "" She touched Lin Shihui's broad shoulders and said.

"What a coincidence. I didn't expect to see Director Zhao here again. Come, sit here." Lin Xuanling stood up and diligently pulled up the chair for him, which made Yan Ruirui a little surprised. "Lin, you seem to be particularly in awe of Director Zhao?"

Lin Xuanling smiled softly: "This is not called awe, this is called respect. My career plays a large role in the mainland. If I want not to be bullied in the mainland, I have to have a good relationship with senior officials like Director Zhao. OK."

"Oh, it seems that your respect for me is limited to the hat on my head?" Zhao Jianhui said after sitting down and staring at Lin Xuanling.

"I don't deny this." Lin Xuanling nodded lightly: "Outsiders think I am very beautiful, but in fact I also have many situations that I have no choice but to do. Just participating in some social activities that I don't want to participate in these two days are very tiring both physically and mentally. . But I have no choice. As long as I want to live in the mainland, I need to give some people so-called face."

"I don't understand what you are talking about? Zhao, are you wearing any hat on your head?" Yan Ruirui said while tilting her head, as if to find the hat Lin Xuanling mentioned on Zhao Jianhui's head. .

"Don't look for it. I don't have a hat on my head. What she said is just a metaphor. Do you understand the metaphor? It just describes that the power in my hands and my interpersonal relationships are the hat on my head. Hat." As he spoke, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but sigh: "Ms. Lin, I don't deny that these phenomena you mentioned are happening. It is very common in the mainland, even in Taiwan. In fact, it is not easy to work in any profession. But when it comes to the most risky profession, it has to be an official. There are all kinds of temptations that will test you every day. Whether you are dealing with subordinates or friends, if you are not careful, you will fall into an irreversible trap.”

Lin Xuanling nodded: "Gee, what Director Zhao said makes sense, but today we are friends and there is no exchange of rights or interests. I respect you and let's have a drink."

"Okay, since we are friends, don't always call us 'director' from now on. That would be too foreign." Zhao Jianhui said with a smile.

"Then what should I call you?" Lin Xuanling tilted her head and smiled, revealing a set of snow-white teeth, each one like a scallop and as clear as jade.

"Call me Zhao Jianhui, Jianhui, Xiao Zhao, or Brother Zhao. I think you two are younger than me, right? Then call me Lao Zhao." Zhao Jianhui laid out the napkin and set out the knives and forks for dining. Then he grabbed the wine glass Yan Ruirui placed in front of him and gently clinked the glasses with Lin Xuanling and Yan Ruirui.

"Okay, I'll call you Brother Zhao. A girl's age cannot be told to others easily, but I can tell you that I will be twenty-four years old this year. But you are not allowed to call me Miss Lin. You can call me Lingling like my parents." Lin Xuanling smiled sweetly: "I'm already hungry after working all day. Come on, let's eat something."