Very Secretary

  Very Secretary-2218 has more energy than energy

Although the old man was old, his thinking was still very clear. Listening to the old man's analysis, Lu Jianhong couldn't help it anymore. He felt a deep sense of guilt in his heart. He was able to speak and hide anything from him. Man, you must never hide from the old man.

  "I made you worry." Lu Jianhong really didn't know what to say.

  Hearing Lu Jianhong speak, the old man's hand holding the wine glass froze in mid-air, and after a while he stared and said, "Can you talk?"

  Lu Jianhong said, "I can't help it."

  The old man suddenly laughed out loud, and said: "Good job, you kept it so tight."

  After hearing what the old man said, Lu Jianhong knew that the old man understood what he meant, and said, "I just want to see how the organization will arrange it if I keep being dumb."

  The old man smiled and said: "You are at the bottom of the boat. If it were me, I would definitely send you to the Disabled Persons' Federation."

  Lu Jianhong was taken aback for a moment: "No way, so cruel?"

  The old man burst out laughing, and suddenly his expression darkened again, and he said, "I've said everything I know, what do you think?"

  Lu Jianhong silently poured a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp, before saying, "I've thought about it, being an official is hard work, and you have to be on guard against all kinds of open and hidden arrows, so it's okay if you don't do it."

  The old man looked into Lu Jianhong's eyes and said, "Is it insincere?"

   "It doesn't matter, I'm really tired, but I'm afraid that I won't live up to your old expectations of me."

The old man smiled and said: "Actually speaking, it is very rare for you to reach the ministerial level before the age of forty. Some people spend their whole lives just hanging around at the department level. It's a pity to keep going. The capital is not peaceful now, and the Han family is showing signs of resurgence. I suspect that the bad news about you was created by the Han family. Mayor, it seems that Xiao Han still doesn't give up."

Lu Jianhong sounded a little funny, "Little Han" is in his sixties, and I'm afraid only the old man can afford to call him that, and said, "I was a mainstay back then, so I'm naturally unwilling to quit the political stage like this, a centipede If you are dead but not stiff, the situation will definitely be worse than it is now in a few years, so of course we have to give it a go.”

  The old man's eyes straightened: "You can see clearly."

Lu Jianhong said: "When I was in Hong Kong, Han Qing approached me once. Han Qing is not the only core. There is also Han Xiaodong, who is the deputy secretary of the Communist Youth League in Qiongjiang, who competes with him. In a stage of internal friction, before the core position is established, there will be no big waves."

The old man said in a deep voice: "But you can't take it lightly. After all, Xiao Han is in power, and he behaves according to the rules, and there are rules to follow, but his younger brother Han Fawang is different. He is in business. There is no profiteering, no business, it is said that the primitive capital accumulation in the early years was very unclean, you must pay attention to this person, and do whatever it takes to achieve the goal.”

   "I'm not afraid of knowing, I'm afraid of not knowing." Lu Jianhong said lightly, "Is your old body okay?"

  The old man puffed up his chest and said with a smile: "You don't understand when you are old and strong?"

  Lu Jianhong didn't leave that night, and talked a lot with the old man. The most talked about was not Lu Jianhong's future political direction, but family relationship. The old man is dying, and what Lu Jianhong thinks about most is to let him enjoy his old age peacefully. Lu Jianhong really can't bear to let an old man worry about his own affairs. Besides, the old man's influence is getting weaker and weaker. The once powerful figure has reached his old age Lu Jianhong still couldn't do it.

  Listening to the old man's heavy snoring, Lu Jianhong's thoughts were so ups and downs that he couldn't sleep. What kind of road will the future lead?

In fact, what Xiao Gao said that day touched him a lot. In a sense, Xiao Gao’s situation is similar to his. If there was no bombing, he would have only one way to go. So he was injured to the end. Whether it is good or bad is really impossible to define. In the same way, Lu Jianhong's language nerves were pressed by the blood pressure in his brain, which prevented him from speaking, so he retreated bravely. It might not be another way out, but Xiao Gao and Lu Jianhong both had a belief in their hearts. There is no right or wrong way, you choose it yourself. Once you choose, you must go on without hesitation, without regret, let alone turning back.

  When it was dawn, it was discovered that a light snow had fallen silently at night, spreading the ground evenly.

  The old man looked good. When Lu Jianhong got up, he saw him doing Tai Chi in the yard, and Tie Nan was standing under the tree with his arms crossed. Like Lu Jianhong, he was still young, and tai chi was so soothing that it was difficult for him to understand the profound meaning of tai chi before he reached his age.

  After breakfast, Lu Jianhong bid farewell to the old man, but he still didn't say anything. This is a secret and needs to be kept secret.

  The old man sent Lu Jianhong out for the first time, stepping on the thin snow, the old man told him to walk well all the way.

  Lu Jianhong also had to meet another person during this trip, which was naturally the vice premier Zhou Qifeng. The news from him is the most official, much more comprehensive than the old man's. After all, he has withdrawn from the political arena, and he has no way to know many things.

  Lu Jianhong did not call Zhou Qifeng, but went directly to the house Zhou Qifeng left him when he was in the State Council.

The house was spotless, and it seemed that Zhou Qifeng would come back to live occasionally. After settling down, Lu Jianhong made a pot of tea, and then made a call to that private mobile phone. Zhou Qifeng heard Lu Jianhong's voice, Unexpectedly, there was no sign of surprise at all, and he said lightly, "Where are you?"

   "The capital, home." Lu Jianhong said these four words.

   "Okay, I'll go there tonight." Zhou Qifeng hung up the phone lightly.

  A bottle of wine, four dishes, very delicate, this was made by Lu Jianhong himself, and he bought the dishes himself, wearing a mask, no one knew him.

  The heater in the room was turned on. Lu Jianhong took Zhou Qifeng's coat and hung it on the hanger. Zhou Qifeng glanced at him and said, "How many people know that you can speak?"

  "Family members, even elders, can keep secrets." Lu Jianhong pulled out a chair and asked Zhou Qifeng to sit down.

  Zhou Qifeng nodded and said, "During your absence, a lot of things have happened, and there are some differences around your arrangement."

  Zhou Qifeng is always so direct, he directly gets into the topic as soon as he comes in.