creek crossing bridge

The next night, Lin Anqiao and Lin Anlan set foot on the high-speed train to Beijing.In recent years, China's high-speed rail industry has developed quite rapidly, and the myth of [-] kilometers per hour is no longer a problem.Compared with the planes that require various delays, the high-speed rail is also a good choice.

Anyway, it takes more than two hours to get to the finish line.The night is still long enough to be spent wantonly.

Moreover, the first-class treatment of the high-speed rail is even several times better than that of the plane.

"Qiao Qiao, my dad should be fine?" Lin Anlan frowned, looking nervously out of the window where the scene was moving fast.

"Perhaps..." Lin Anqiao leaned weakly on the backrest, not daring to look at Lin Anlan.She never told Lin Anlan about the conspiracy of the second uncle.

So what if I tell you, it's not just adding an enemy for no reason.And what about hatred.The basic overall situation has been decided, and the only way to go is the last road of fighting for relationships.

"But I think there should be no problem. I have an appointment with Director Zhang." Lin Anlan seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and his brows slightly relaxed.

"Director Zhang?"

"The director of Beijing's Public Security Bureau." Lin Anlan grinned, his tone full of pride.

"You can do it," Lin Anqiao shrugged in disbelief, "I can make appointments here."

"It's costing me a lot of contacts, isn't it!" Lin Anlan's internet celebrity face glowed.

There seemed to be a glimmer of hope for things to turn around.Lin Anqiao didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed, or to sing praises hypocritically.

Outside the window, the fast high-speed train passed through the sunny day and came to the cloudy and cloudy day.Looking at the rows of daylilies galloping by, you know that you have entered the north.Lin Anqiao leaned against the window, admiring the scenery with staring eyes, but she didn't know what she was thinking.

It doesn't match the overall style of Beijing, and the slightly desolate Fangshan District comes into view.At this time, the sky was completely dark, as arrogant as a bucket of black paint splashed into the sky.Lin Anqiao was just about to close her eyes and take a rest, but the flickering lights of the skyscrapers far away caught her attention.

Beijing still hasn't changed much.If you have to say that it has changed, it will be more prosperous.

In the whole of China, I am afraid that there is no city that dares to say that it can be more prosperous than Beijing.Such a modern capital is like a giant, not only itself, but even the entire Luoxi city is as insignificant as a grain of rice millet.

After leaving Beijing South Railway Station with Lin Anlan carrying suitcases of all sizes, the driver who had been waiting there early was already ready to go.There are also orange taxis neatly lined up around, which is more comfortable for obsessive-compulsive disorder than a checkerboard.

After getting into the car, Lin Anqiao felt a wave of drowsiness sweep over him.She closed her eyes in a daze, and the "big underpants" of the CBD, the TV tower, and the torch-shaped building flashed in front of her eyes... Although it was late at night, Beijing seemed to never rest , the traffic is so busy, it seems that there is another world between heaven and earth.

The sky and the earth are running non-stop, non-stop... Before he knew it, Lin Anqiao fell into a dream.

Early the next morning, Lin Anqiao got up and quickly washed and dressed.Today is the important dinner at noon, with Director Zhang.

Although Lin Anqiao really didn't want to go, because the thought of going to this kind of dinner would burn her cheeks.She felt that like Tao Yuanming, she didn't want to get in touch with anyone in the officialdom; if she did, she felt an uncomfortable feeling of being tainted by smoke and dust.Why do you want to collude with these 'heroes'?Lin Anqiao kept torturing herself, but she couldn't give herself an answer no matter what.She even wanted to pretend to be sick and not go, but thinking of Lin Anlan's helpless but proud look, she dared not not go.

I was born in Linyuanhui.So from birth, these things are preordained.The scenes of large and small business gatherings and customs smuggling in the past flashed up, which made Lin Anqiao feel a little headache.

then go.Lin Anqiao put on the well-fitting suit and looked in the mirror. His tall and thin figure almost didn't look like a man, but like a pole.

The suit trousers ordered last year are already baggy.At this time, Lin Anqiao realized that she was getting thinner and thinner, and couldn't help laughing.She shrugged at herself in the mirror, stuck out her tongue, and turned away.

The dinner this time was set at Quanjude, because Lin Anlan had inquired from some unknown source that Director Zhang liked to eat roast duck.All this can be found out, Lin Anqiao couldn't help being secretly surprised but dumbfounded.

Sitting in the quiet and luxurious private room, Lin Anqiao felt sweaty palms—even though it was midsummer, the air conditioner was fully turned on.

The sound of the heartbeat is clear.Lin Anlan next to him was obviously nervous, and his eyes were erratic with the gift box at hand.I have seen the big world before, and I have seen important people, but I have never seen such an important person.

All the future will be decided by this dinner.

As the heavy soundproof door slowly opened, a middle-aged man walked in.The man was dressed in formal attire, tall but not mighty, but his body gave off a very strong feeling.Director Zhang waved his arms straight, with his head held high.

Lin Anqiao has seen what it means to walk like a pine and sit like a bell. Every step Director Zhang takes is full of righteousness as if he is going to die for the country.Maybe it's from the army.The chief of the Public Security Bureau of Luoxi City was promoted based on his connections. He was an uneducated rogue like his father, and he walked like a pig.Such a comparison makes it more and more obvious that Beijing is a metropolis.

The leaders of the metropolis are full of an indescribable temperament.

"Oh, Director Zhang, you're here!" Lin Anlan put on a flattering face as soon as he saw this big man.Lin Anqiao had seen that expression more or less on everyone in Lin Yuanhui, and felt a little sick to his stomach.

But Director Zhang is different from the general leaders. Seeing this kind of compliment, instead of smiling, he frowned.But he didn't comment on it, just nodded: "Miss Lin, hello."

"Hello." Lin Anqiao also greeted with a forced smile.

"This is Lin Anqiao? I've heard of you before, you are a very capable and smart kid." Director Zhang looked at Lin Anqiao and nodded in praise.

"You really look like a veteran when you walk." Lin Anlan gestured to the waiter beside him to let her serve, and praised with a smile.

No matter whether this sentence is true or not, Lin Anqiao will still feel embarrassed.Because Lin Anlan has been contaminated with the bad atmosphere of Lin Yuanhui, he always uses a particularly strange tone when speaking to important people.She could only lower her head unnaturally.

"Thank you, I grew up in the army." Director Zhang smiled slightly.

"By the way," Lin Anlan said suddenly, and took out the gift box from behind, "This is a little greeting gift for you, please accept it with a smile." After finishing speaking, he walked to Director Zhang's seat.

Chief Zhang raised his thick lying silkworm eyebrows, stood up immediately, and waved his hands quickly: "No, no, keep it, I'll take it."

"Oh, what's the point of this," Lin Anlan said generously, "I've heard that your old man likes calligraphy and painting, so I made this one for you."

Hearing that it was calligraphy and painting, Director Zhang relaxed a little, became more interested, stretched his neck and watched Lin Anlan slowly open the gift box.Lin Anqiao also found it very novel, so she got up slightly and looked at the box.

This is really called doing what he likes, Lin Anqiao is even more dumbfounded.

As the picture scroll slowly unfolded, Director Zhang opened his eyes wide in shock.That was when he carefully squinted his eyes and looked up and down several times, then frowned and looked at Lin Anlan: "Is this a replica or the original?"

"Of course it's the original work. How dare I give you a copy." Lin Anlan said proudly.

Lin Anqiao was surprised to find that Director Zhang couldn't help but put on a sad expression instead of being secretly happy when he heard that it was the authentic work.With doubts, Lin Anqiao looked at the painting, and was almost taken aback—that unique painting style, one could tell at a glance that it was written by Qi Baishi.The vivid shrimp and shrimp whiskers drawn in three strokes or two strokes all prove Qi Baishi's skills.

If this is the authentic work of Qi Baishi, then the value of this painting is at least several million.It's no wonder that Director Zhang is taken aback—but why is he sad?Lin Anqiao was a little puzzled.

"Then I can't accept it anymore," Director Zhang shook his head resolutely, "If it's a replica, I might still dare to take it."

"This is just a painting," Lin Anlan giggled, as clear as a silver bell, "Are you still afraid that the people above will check? This is not a bribe, it's just a little bit of our heart."

After hearing this sentence, Chief Zhang's brows still did not relax.He sighed, and glanced meaningfully at the incomparably precious calligraphy and painting.

"It's really too expensive. I really can't accept it. It's not that I'm afraid of being investigated by my superiors." Director Zhang paused and said earnestly, "I never accept things worth hundreds of yuan or more. I would I'm too old to bear it. A small gift is a kindness, a big gift is a bribe."

"Why..." Lin Anlan froze like a bolt from the blue.

"I'm not short of money, and I don't want to be greedy for your things. You can tell me anything, but I will never take it. I like old man Qi's paintings, but I don't want them. You take them back and keep them for yourself. .”

"Oh...that's good." Lin Anlan was at a loss for words, and could only take back the millions of famous paintings in dismay.

In an instant, Lin Anqiao felt his heart light up.In an instant, she felt a sliver of respect for the middle-aged man opposite, who walked like a pine and sat like a clock, and was also full of hope for this world.Maybe it's just that I didn't have the chance to see these honest officials before, it's not that the whole world is like mud.

After the roast duck was on the table, Director Zhang happily rolled up the cake like a foodie.

"An Lan, what are you looking for me this time?" Director Zhang asked with raised eyebrows while eating roast duck.

"I want to ask about my dad." Lin Anlan was embarrassed to beat around the bush after the conversation with Director Zhang just now.

Lin Anqiao, who was silent the whole time, breathed a sigh of relief for her sister's straightforwardness.

Hearing Lin Anlan's words, Director Zhang frowned into a knot, giving Lin Anqiao and Lin Anlan another sense of foreboding.

"About your father—"