Chapter Thirty-Two Father and Daughter

  Wei Gang was tightly held back by Zhao Jianguo and others, and in the end did not make any excessive moves. He turned around with a gloomy face and left. Li Shengli, an honest man, also knew that this feud had gone too far. Without seeing them off at the door, he looked at their backs and worriedly asked: "Will they bring about big trouble? Wei Gang is not a good guy..."

  The night wind mixed with coolness blew across his face, and he warmed his hands in his pockets, jumping up and down like an ordinary young man, laughing: "This weather is really cold... Uncle Li, rest assured, after saying this, I can naturally handle Wei Gang!"

  The first day of Qinghe Doujiang's opening was a complete success, except for the small unstable factor of Wei Gang. The harvest was extremely good reputation and explosive popularity. Many customers who lived nearby came to ask about business hours, which made Xu Yao and Ning Xiaoying extremely happy. For the first time, they experienced the hardships and joys of doing things, a feeling that couldn't be learned in school.

  A few people went to Fengming Building for a celebratory dinner after closing in the afternoon. Wen Qianmu watched as the two women took a taxi away, then turned around and complained to Li Shengli: "In a few days, I'll have to find two employees, otherwise relying on these two young ladies, I'll have to mortgage my next life."

  Li Shengli couldn't help but want to laugh, just now at dinner time, Wen Qian was forced by two little girls to agree to countless unequal treaties, such an employee would make all bosses cry in two days.

  After returning home, Wen Huai Ming had already returned. He didn't say much, but pointed at Wen Rong's nose and sighed: "You, you..."

  With a flattering smile, she asked: "What did your boss say? Didn't he praise me at all?"

  "'And indeed, I did brag a bit,' Wen Huiming seemed to have remembered something, suddenly stood up, walked back and forth in the living room for a few steps, and then stopped abruptly, staring at Wen Can and asked: 'Wen Can, were you intentionally doing that today? What exactly do you want to do?'"

  What I want to do now is really can't tell you!

  Wen He didn't answer, but instead asked: "How's the situation at Qinghua Factory?"

  "What else can we do?" As soon as he mentioned this, Wen Huiming got a headache and forgot his previous question. "The municipal government encountered great resistance, they insisted on following the established plan to sell the Qinghua factory to Fan Hengan, saying that they should adapt to local conditions, take into account the current situation, and mechanically apply the policy, which is a crime against the people."

  "Hmm, the hat is still worn quite high." Wen Ze didn't expect that the joint document of the five ministries and commissions including the Ministry of Finance and the Planning Commission, "Several Opinions on the Reform of Central and Local State-owned Enterprises during the Ninth Five-Year Plan", had already been issued to the municipal level. Qingzhou was still ignoring it and doing its own thing. However, this is not surprising, as hypocrisy is a common phenomenon in official circles. There are policies from above and countermeasures from below, and domestic affairs are often messed up like this.

  "It's okay," Wen Yueming said with a lack of enthusiasm, and Wen Ruan comforted him: "From the initial absolute disadvantage to the current stalemate, Xu Fuyan has at least gained the strength to fight back. Moreover, he still has an ace up his sleeve in the provincial capital, so Dad, you don't have to worry too much."

  Wen Huaiming let out another sigh and said helplessly: "Let's hope so, one step at a time."

  The No. 1 courtyard of the municipal party committee is located at 17 Chunxi Road, a two-story villa with front and rear courtyards, lush trees, and tender green ivy crawling up the walls like a grid. Through the fence, a small pavilion can be seen behind the house, next to which are two plots of cultivated land. This is the most mysterious and attractive place in Qingzhou, where successive secretaries of the municipal party committee have resided, accompanied by power, status, glory, and extreme machinations.

  Xu Yao slipped into the house, holding a pair of small leather shoes in her hands, intending to sneak upstairs. Xu Fu Yan, who was reading the newspaper on the living room sofa, rustled the paper, and Xu Yao's face immediately fell. She turned around with a sulky expression, walked over to Xu Fu Yan, threw the shoes far away, and sat down beside him.

  Xu Fuyan's stern face didn't have a hint of a smile, he pointed to the opposite side and signaled Xu Yao to sit over there. Xu Yao pouted, let out a cold hum and moved over, biting her lip and not saying a word. Xu Fuyan's wife was the director of pediatrics at the First People's Hospital in the province, and her work unit was still in Guanshan, the provincial capital. It would take some time for her to come to Qingzhou, but Xu Yao insisted on following her over, so Xu Fuyan had no choice but to agree.

  As a result, Xu Yao was almost as free as a bird in Qingzhou, which led to her daily visits to No. 7 Courtyard to hang out with Wen Qian, taking buses all over Qingzhou, and eventually, the two became acquainted and shared joys and hardships together.

  Waiting for his daughter to admit her mistake, it seems like a 21st-century thing. Xu Fuyan helplessly folded up the newspaper and smiled warmly: "What's wrong? I haven't even settled accounts with you yet, but you're already throwing a tantrum?"

  "Settling accounts? Dad, are you sure you saw me at Qinghe Doujiang today? I feel like your eyes were fixed on Wen Qian that little brat and didn't even glance at me?"

  "Hmm, this attitude is not bad!" Xu Fuyan knew his daughter too well. If you ask her nicely, she might not even respond to you. Now, as long as she's willing to speak up, that's good enough.

  If Wen Chao were here, wouldn't he have to spit blood in anger at this attitude? If it were in Old Wen's house, he would have been beaten to death long ago.

  It's possible for people to be compared to others until they die, but Xu Yaoyue didn't seem to have such awareness and instead said fiercely: "Secretary Xu, what are you doing coming to the store today? Are you following me?"

  Xu Fuyan exclaimed in surprise: "Oh, to launch a preemptive attack and turn the tables on someone, you know how to use such tactics? Xu Yao, I think you've been learning from others!"

  These words were neither light nor heavy, and Xū Yáo's heart was shocked. She must not let Wēn Chéng leave a bad impression on her father. As for why she couldn't, the girl also didn't have a fixed answer in her mind.

  "No way, you see I'm already working hard and studying outside, it's naturally good, can't be any better."

  "Ah, you, you," Xǔ Fùyán shook his head with a bitter smile as he pointed at her, but his tone suddenly changed, "Does Wēn Chéng know about me?"

  "Of course...” Xǔ Yáo was about to speak, but suddenly remembered Wēn Jiǎo's words and forcibly stopped herself, “……I don't know you! Didn't you tell me a thousand times when I wasn't in Qīngzhōu not to reveal my identity outside, to live as an ordinary person's child? I remember it all, rest assured!"

  "Haha, okay, my daughter is the most obedient. However, people's hearts can be complicated sometimes. You think you understand, but what you see is just an illusion. So, sometimes you need to take a closer look and think more, don't be blinded by illusions. Of course, Dad isn't saying those things are definitely fake, it's just that you should be careful..."

  Xu Yao was a strange and clever person, she could hear the underlying tone of her father's words, Ning Xiaocong had already done similar things, in fact, it proved that Xu Yao's vision was more accurate than both Xiaocong and her father. Perhaps this has nothing to do with vision, they look at Wen Qian with their eyes, but she uses her heart!

  At this time, Xu Fuyan was not the one who stood above all, guarding the border and governing a region. He was not the one who calculated everything in the government office, nor was he the one who got caught up in the situation, waving his hands wildly. In front of Xu Yao, he would always be a kind, loving, strict but gentle father. Xu Yao understood his good intentions, felt moved, stood up and sat down beside him, hugged his arm, leaned her little head on his shoulder, gently rubbed her face against his, and said in a low voice: "Wen Yan is a good person, I believe him."

  Xu Fuyan stroked her hair, smiling and saying: "That's natural, my little girl says who is a good person, if not, he also has to be." Xu Yao, with her head down, didn't see the flash of coldness in Xu Fuyan's eyes, and playfully punched him: "You're framing me again, are all officials so overbearing?"

  "What's this supposed to mean?"

  "It's not like you're the boss of that factory today, and yet you've caused a scene in the store after leaving. The soy milk cups were even knocked to the ground." Xǔ Yáo complained, Wēn Qiān and Lǐ Shènglì had kept it from her, but the new employee they had just hired was secretly watching from the side, and as soon as he turned around, he told Xǔ Yáo.

  "Haha, they've suffered a bit of loss. It's normal to have a temper. When doing things and bullying others, one must be prepared to be bullied themselves."

  Xu Yao didn't understand what was said, but she understood what followed.

  "Xu Yao, remember what I'm about to say. Wen Qian is not a simple child, he's clever and resourceful, with courage and wisdom. What's most valuable is that at such a young age, he already has a deep understanding of human relationships and the ways of the world. It's truly unknown how Wen Huai Ming taught his child, it's as if he dares to teach anything! But precisely because of this, you must understand that in my position, there are countless people with ulterior motives..."

  The following words are not something a father or a municipal party secretary can say. Xǔ Yáo, who grew up in an official's family from a young age, was influenced by her surroundings and had a more mature mind than people of the same age. Her expression turned gloomy, and she said in a low voice: "I understand."

  Xu Fuyan burst out laughing and suddenly mussed up his daughter's hair, "Don't be so unhappy, Dad didn't say you can't come and go as you please. As long as you pay attention to your manners, being friends is fine. That kid has some qualities that Dad still appreciates..."

  Xu Yao pouted, pretending to be angry, but her heart couldn't help but think of that boy, who was gentle and refined, yet unpredictable, and no matter what her father thought, he was still him.

  The girl's mind flew to a distant and unknown place, but suddenly there was an inexplicable sense of unease. After the holiday, should she tell Wen Qian about her father's words or not?

  Maybe should, maybe...

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