817: C817 Moe

C817 Moe

Liao was still happy when he received the news that he was the mayor, but after knowing that Yang Guoyong had become the secretary of the city council, his face darkened.

Yang Guoyong was not transferred away.

Doesn't that mean he will be under Yang Guoyong in the future? The mayor appeared to be on the same level as the city secretary, but the party commanded everything, and the city secretary was in charge of all government affairs.

"Why didn't he move out?"

Liao Liao gritted his teeth and stared into the eyes of the Minister Huang, wanting to know the answer. He had a trace of anger in his heart, but he did not express it very clearly as he looked at Minister Huang.

Minister Huang slowly lit up a cigarette and puffed out a thick cloud of smoke. Don't you understand that you've been a government official for so long? "

I, your father, am not knowledgeable about the way of balance, but the condition that we agreed upon previously was not this. As the mayor, he was the one who sent down the secretary of the Municipal Party, making it easier for him to deal with those who don't have any actual authority. However, Yang Guoyong had been ingrained in Dragon City for a long time, so she was much stronger than me, the Deputy Mayor.

At that time, he would definitely be suppressed.

Liao Liao did not show his anger as he calmly said, "What do we do next? If Yang Guoyong is the secretary of the city council, it will be inconvenient for me to do anything. "

The Minister Huang smiled slightly and said enigmatically: "Could it be that the secretary of the city council won't make any mistakes?"

Liao Liao thought for a moment before suddenly raising his head with a look of shock on his face. He shouted, "You guys are preparing to do something to him …"

Minister Huang shook his head and shrugged: "Alright, Mayor Wen, it's late, I will go back to the hotel to rest. That's right, Department Head He will be coming down tomorrow, get ready. "

Liao Liao's expression kept changing as she watched his back. After pondering for a while, she grabbed an ashtray and ruthlessly smashed it onto the ground. She said angrily, "You've gone too far. You've used me as a gun. How dare you?"

The boss simply looked down on him and didn't invest too much resources. Otherwise, the current situation wouldn't have happened and the opportunity would have been wasted. He also didn't know where Yang Guoyong got her strong relationship from. Not only did he not transfer her away, he even went a step further.

"Yang Guoyong, I won't let you get away with it."

"And you."

Liao revealed a sinister smile.

At a teahouse.

After Yang Guoyong and Hee Zhennan drank three cups of wine, their expressions did not change. The two of them had walked up from the bottom, and had pretty good alcohol tolerance. There was no feeling of drunkenness.

While sighing, Yang Guoyong thought of something and took out her phone. She smiled: "I'll call Yang Ping and see if he has the time to come over."

Hee Zhennan nodded and said, "I must."

He sighed in his heart. If not for Yang Ping, she probably wouldn't be as strong as Hee Zhennan today. She might even be Secretary of the Ji Committee for a few years, but she definitely didn't have the qualifications to go up.

As the secretary of the city council, Yang Guoyong would definitely pull him over once she became a deputy mayor. As for the managing director, she would need to work hard, but since Yang Guoyong had already promised, there would definitely be no problem.

laughed: Yang Ping, are you free to come out? We are at the same place.

"Right away."

With that said, Yang Ping ended the call.

Yang Guoyong looked at Hee Zhennan and smiled: "We'll be there soon."

After a while, Yang Ping arrived at the teahouse. Seeing the two's red faces, she congratulated them: "So it's a promotion, congratulations!"

Yang Guoyong personally brought a stool for Yang Ping and poured wine for him. The two of them spoke from the bottom of their hearts, not putting on an act at all. Yang Ping felt guilty and immediately relented, but Yang Guoyong forced him to do so. He could only sit down and say thank you, asking what the situation was.

The situation had been anticipated, but not confirmed.

When Yang Guoyong finished telling them about the news that was coming down from the organizational department of the provincial government tomorrow, she frowned: "So you're saying, Wen Feng is still the mayor?"

Yang Guoyong nodded, and said seriously: "Wen Feng's relationship with him is not simple."

Yang Ping chuckled.

No matter how powerful one's background was, if one did not have the corresponding strength, they would be abandoned. Yang Ping saw it very clearly. In the army, you are extremely close. If you don't have great power, it won't be long.

"Do you want to hear a song?"

While the three of them were talking, a little girl walked over and asked. She was quite good-looking, in her early eighties, with a oval face, big eyes, and plain clothes. She was holding a guitar, blinking her big eyes and keeping a smile on her face.

Yang Guoyong and Hee Zhennan wanted to reject him, but when Yang Ping spoke, she asked: "What song can I order?"

The girl saw that a customer had picked up a song, and her pretty face finally revealed a hint of joy. She took out a book and said, "This is a song that I wrote, you can pick it up as you like. If you want to hear other pop songs, I can sing too."

"What are you doing here?"

Just then, the Tea House Owner ran over hurriedly. He was scared to death when he found out that the girl had actually ran over to Yang Guoyong's side. He was the mayor. What a big official! If something happened in the teahouse, the teahouse would probably close down tomorrow.

He wanted to scold the girl, but was stopped by Yang Ping, who said: "I allowed her to come in."

Apparently, she had been here before and knew that the customers in the teahouse belonged to the rich. It was much safer and more relaxed than the stands outside. However, the owner refused to let them in, afraid of disturbing the customers.

The boss looked at Yang Guoyong.

He felt that Yang Guoyong was the boss here.

Yang Guoyong looked at Yang Ping.

Tea House Owner was shocked, he secretly thought, who is this, he is even more arrogant than the mayor, he can be considered a businessman, his eyes are still good, I can see that Mayor Yang values the young man in front of him a lot, she immediately smiled and said: "So it was you who asked for this, my fault, my fault, all the wine tonight is free, it's considered as an apology."

Including him, Yang Guoyong and Hee Zhennan thought that Yang Ping had her eyes on the singing girl, and laughed without saying a word. They liked to do it when they were young.

It was a pity that no one was spared by the passing of time.

Yang Ping casually flipped through the girl's song list, and discovered that she had not heard many of the songs, so she asked: "Did you write all of these?"

The girl nodded shyly.

Yang Ping laughed: "What's your name?"

"Mengmeng."

Yang Ping laughed again: "Such a pleasant name. You can do it. "

Seeing that there was a deal to be had, she was overjoyed. So, she picked up the old wooden guitar and began to play and sing. Yang Ping was shocked when the first note came out.

This voice was ethereal and full of spirituality, just like Wang Fei's. It was extremely recognizable.

The name of the song is Apple.

The music was full of sadness and desolation, and in the midst of the Meng Meng's voice, it was vividly performed. It was as if everyone saw an old father setting up a stall in the middle of the night, shivering from the cold in order to buy an apple on Christmas Eve.

The song ended.

Only after a long while did everyone come back to their senses.

Yang Guoyong thought back to the time when she was at the Yang family, where she did not have to bear the price and relied on herself for everything. In order to give him a good future, her parents had been ridiculed and humiliated by the direct disciples. It was truly not easy for him to reach where he was today.

Hee Zhennan thought about his old father at home. He wondered how his body was and how he missed him.0

Yang Ping sighed lightly and said, "You sang very well." Although the lyrics weren't that great, it was still a piece of unpolished jade. After being sculpted, it would definitely shine brilliantly.

Tea House Owner came back to reality and saw that the three of them liked the girl's song, he quickly said: "Singing is too good, little girl, do you believe this, in the future you will come to my teahouse to sing, one thousand yuan a day."

One Thousand Yuan!

Meng Meng almost cried out. One thousand yuan a day meant thirty thousand yuan a month. Three hundred and sixty thousand yuan a year. This was an astronomical figure for her family.

If she agreed, she would immediately become a high-income person.

But she hesitated.

Because the boss's eyes weren't right.

Haha!

Just as Meng Meng was hesitating, an arrogant voice rang out. "Beautiful girl, I'll give you one hundred thousand yuan a month. How about I take care of you?"

Wen Taiping brought a group of young masters and walked in, with greedy eyes, they stared straight at Meng Meng's full body.

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