2859: C2859 Moe

C2859 Moe

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

Yang Guoyong wasn't transferred away.

Didn't that mean that he was going to 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 Ge gritted his teeth as he stared into Minister Huang's eyes, wanting to know the answer. He had a bit of anger in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face as he looked at Minister Huang.

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

I, your father, do not understand the art of balance, but that was not the condition I had agreed on earlier. As the mayor, he was the one who sent down the secretary of the Municipal Committee, and he was easy to deal with without any real authority.

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 Municipal Committee, it would be inconvenient for me to do anything. "

Minister Huang smiled and said enigmatically: "Don't tell me the secretary of the city council won't make a mistake?"

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

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 had gotten his strong relationship from. Not only did he not transfer Yang Guoyong away, he even went a step further.

"Yang Guoyong, I won't let you live a good life."

"And you."

Liao revealed a sinister smile.

At a teahouse.

Yang Guoyong's and Hee Zhennan's expressions didn't change at all after drinking the whole way. Both of them came up from the ground floor and had quite a good alcohol tolerance. There was no feeling of drunkenness.

While sighing, Yang Guoyong remembered something. He took out his phone and smiled, "I'll give Yang Ping a call and see if he has the time to come over."

Hee Zhennan nodded and said, "Of course."

He sighed in his heart. Without Yang Ping, he might not be as strong as Hee Zhennan was today. He might still be a secretary of the Commission for a few years, but he definitely didn't have the qualifications to be on the throne.

As the secretary of the city council, Yang Guoyong would definitely give him a hand. As for the deputy mayor, he was sure of it. As for the managing director, he still needed to work hard.

Drinking slowly and gracefully, the phone finally connected. Yang Guoyong laughed and said, "Yang Ping, are you free yet? We are at the same place."

"Right away."

With that, Yang Ping hung up.

Yang Guoyong looked at Hee Zhennan and said with a smile, "We'll be there soon."

After a while, Yang Ping came to the teahouse. When he saw the blushing faces of the two, he congratulated them, "So you've been promoted. Congratulations."

Yang Guoyong personally for Yang Ping to carry the stool, Hee Zhennan poured wine, the two of them from the bottom of their hearts, without the slightest affectation. Yang Ping felt ashamed and quickly gave in, but Yang Guoyong insisted on doing 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 him about the news coming down from the organizational department of the provincial government tomorrow, Yang Ping frowned and said, "So, Wen Feng is still the mayor?"

Yang Guoyong nodded and said seriously, "Wen Feng's relationship isn't 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 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 Yang Ping spoke up, "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?"

At this time, Tea House Owner rushed over and was scared to death when he found out that the girl had 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 and said, "I let her 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 surprised, and he thought, "Who is this guy? He's even more arrogant than the mayor, he's a businessman, and has good eyesight." Tea House Owner was shocked, and he thought, "Who is he, he's even more arrogant than the mayor, he's a businessman, and his vision is still very good.

Including him, Yang Guoyong and Hee Zhennan, they all thought that Yang Ping was interested in the singing girl, so they smiled 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 found that he had not heard many songs, so he said, "You wrote all of these?"

The girl nodded shyly.

"What's your name?" Yang Ping asked with a smile.

"Mengmeng."

Yang Ping laughed again, "Such a nice 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 was sung.

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 back then at the Yang Family, where he had to rely on himself for everything. In order to give him a good future, his parents were ridiculed and humiliated by the direct descendants, helping him gain a position as a deputy county magistrate in a small city. It was truly not easy for him to reach where he was today.

Hee Zhennan thought of his family's old father. He didn't know how he was and missed him a lot.1

Yang Ping sighed and said, "Good singing." 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 his senses, and he could tell that the three of them liked the girl's song. He quickly said, "This is great. Little girl, do you believe it like this? You can come to my teahouse and sing from now on for 1000 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 walked in with a group of young masters behind him. Their eyes were filled with greed as they stared at Meng Meng's plump spot.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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