Chapter 137: Finding the roots

"dad!"

Fang Jiayi watched Fang Zhenhua and Zhao Changfeng fight against each other, and shouted unhappily.

Fang Zhenhua shook his head and sighed, "Girls look outward, girls look outward!"

Fang Jiayi's face turned red and she quickly said to Zhao Changfeng: "Changfeng, why don't you let my dad see the things?"

Zhao Changfeng then woke up and quickly put the big box of things in his hand on the coffee table in the living room. The other party said, "Uncle Fang, these are local specialties from our hometown. They are not expensive, but they are very suitable for middle-aged and elderly people to nourish their bodies. Uncle Fang can try it. If the effect is good, I will bring it to you from home."

Fang Zhenhua picked up the box of iron stick yam and looked at it, and said with a smile: "No wonder the girl always calls you, Mr. Zhao, you really know how to save. But I just like these local specialties, especially this iron stick yam, which hasn't been eaten in a few years."

Zhao Changfeng hurriedly said, "Uncle Fang, don't worry, these iron stick yams were shipped directly from the place of origin by my father, and they are definitely authentic."

Fang Zhenhua nodded with satisfaction and said easily: "It's good to be authentic. I've nourished my body and just played military fist."

Zhao Changfeng's face turned red and he didn't dare to answer the conversation.

Fang Jiayi stamped her feet next to her again and shouted: "Dad!"

Fang Zhenhua quickly smiled and said, "Okay, let's not talk anymore, let's go to the table for dinner."

After all, he is the commander of the provincial military region. The area of ​​the Fang family's restaurant is much larger than that of the living room of ordinary families. In the center of the restaurant is a vermilion red rosewood dining table, and four red rosewood high-back dining chairs are placed around the dining table.

Two young orderly soldiers were standing straight beside the dining table. Seeing Fang Zhenhua coming in, they hurriedly saluted: "Commander Fang!"

Fang Zhenhua nodded and said, "It's time to have a meal."

Two orderly soldiers hurried in and brought the dishes from the insulated box.

The dish is very simple, two meats and two vegetables, and a large bowl of seaweed egg flower soup is taken away.

Fang Zhenhua smiled and said, "Changfeng, I didn't expect that Uncle Fang is more stingy than you, are you? Come and have a meal."

Fang Zhenhua's wife has passed away for ten years and he has never remarried. Fang Tianlei moved out after getting married, and he and Fang Jiayi are the only ones in the family. Sometimes when Fang Jiayi doesn't come back to have a meal, there are actually only Fang Zhenhua and two servants left in the family. In fact, Fang Zhenhua is a very lonely old man.

While eating, Fang Zhenhua didn't say anything. This was exactly what Zhao Changfeng wanted, and he also ate without saying a word. Fang Jiayi was so angry that she kept kicking him under the dining table, asking him to say a few words to show off in front of her father. Zhao Changfeng was unmoved, and looked like he was concentrating on eating, and nothing seemed to have happened.

After dinner, Fang Zhenhua said to Fang Jiayi: "Jiayi, go to the living room to watch TV. Let Changfeng talk to me to the study for a while."

Fang Jiayi knew that things were at a critical moment, so she nodded obediently and went to the living room.

Fang Zhenhua said to Zhao Changfeng, "Changfeng, let's go." He said that and got up.

Fang Zhenhua spoke in an uncontroversial tone from beginning to end, and did not seek Zhao Changfeng's opinions at all.

Zhao Changfeng followed Fang Zhenhua uneasy and arrived at the study room on the second floor.

Fang Zhenhua's study is also very large. It is facing the door of the study. There is a desk of boxwood. Since ancient times, it has been said that boxwood is not finished. It is mostly carved into small handicrafts. There are basically no finished furniture products. It is mostly used for embellishment in the use of classical furniture. Because of the slow growth, boxwood wood is extremely delicate, but it is still difficult to have large materials because boxwood grows slowly. It is mostly used to inlaid with high-end mahogany or process it into extremely fine carvings. It can be said that boxwood is extremely difficult to make large pieces of furniture. If it appears, it must be a treasure. Of course, with Zhao Changfeng's eyes, he naturally does not understand the preciousness of this boxwood desk.

On the wall behind the desk is a poem by Mao Zedong, "Qinyuanchun? Snow" written in cursive script. The bold calligraphy is accompanied by Mao Zedong's bold and grand poems, which complement each other. Next to the cursive banner, a sword is hanging diagonally, which is exactly in line with Fang Zhenhua's identity as a soldier.

Not far from the boxwood desk are two bookcases. Zhao Changfeng glanced at it. Most of the bookcases are mainly military works and political theories, while there are almost no other books.

In a corner of the study, there is a round glass table, on which is a pot of lush Clivia, and next to the glass table are two genuine leather sofas.

The floor of the study room looks very bright because the orderly staff is often waxing, and can almost reveal a shadow.

Fang Zhenhua came to the sofa next to the glass table and sat down, pointed to another sofa and said to Zhao Changfeng, "Sit down."

Zhao Changfeng sat down properly.

Fang Zhenhua said: "Changfeng, now I will give you a chance. You will tell me how you met the girl, how your relationship has reached, and your own situation, including your family background. Remember, there is only one chance, and you cannot lie. If I find out that you are lying, then you will lose the opportunity forever."

Zhao Changfeng hesitated for only half a second, and then he felt that he chose to tell the truth and tell everything east-west Fang Zhenhua.

"Uncle Fang, first of all, I have to confess to you. Although many people think that I have a relationship with Vice Governor Zhao Qiang, I just came from an ordinary working family, and all this comes from a misunderstanding!"

Zhao Changfeng's opening remark surprised Fang Zhenhua. Although he was prepared in his heart, he did not expect that Zhao Changfeng would say that many people thought he had something to do with Zhao Qiang.

"Zhao Qiang? Is it Vice Governor Zhao Qiang?" Fang Zhenhua asked.

Zhao Changfeng nodded and said, "Yes, it is Zhao Qiang, the current vice governor of our Zhongyuan Province. In the eyes of many people, Zhao Qiang is my uncle."

Fang Zhenhua immediately became interested and said hurriedly: "What's going on? Tell me quickly."

So Zhao Changfeng started with him meeting Mr. Zhang Changsuo on the bus, and then talked about how he was misunderstood at school, how he was misunderstood by the deputy county magistrate Cheng Lutong, and how he took advantage of the misunderstandings of the principal and county party secretary to be assigned to the Provincial Government Affairs Administration Bureau. Then he developed all the way and finally became the business manager of the Fund Management Center of the Provincial Government Affairs Administration Bureau. Of course, Zhao Changfeng did not tell the secret that Zhao Linger had won the gold medal. Zhao Changfeng would not let anyone know this secret except himself.

The more Fang Zhenhua listened, the more he became funny, and the more he was more shocked. What Fang Zhenhua was funny was that it seemed that all the coincidences in the world had happened to Zhao Changfeng, and Zhao Changfeng actually walked over smoothly. What Fang Zhenhua was shocked was Zhao Changfeng's scheming. Zhao Changfeng was so young that he had so many scheming. He took advantage of the opportunity that was not an opportunity to others again and again to take advantage of the opportunity that was not an opportunity to take advantage of the situation and now he has become a section-level cadre of the Administration Bureau of Organizations. Now Zhao Changfeng is less than 24 years old. Even if Fang Zhenhua was favored by the old army commander back then, he could not keep up.

"Changfeng, why do you tell me the truth?" Fang Zhenhua was silent for a long time and asked, "The vague relationship between you and Zhao Qiang is your biggest magic weapon for promotion at present. If you tell me, aren't you afraid that I will leak this secret?"

Zhao Changfeng smiled and said, "Uncle Fang, I can't tell the truth to others, but I must tell the truth to Uncle Fang. Because you are Jiayi's father, that is, my elder, I can't lie to the elders."

In fact, Zhao Changfeng dared not lie. What if Fang Zhenhua got up on a whim and went to interrogate Zhao Qiang in person, wouldn’t he be wrong? Since that’s the case, it’s better for him to tell the truth now and can still seize the good impression of honesty and frankness.

Fang Zhenhua nodded slightly. After a long time, he asked another topic: "Changfeng, tell me now what happened between you and the girl."

"Okay, Uncle Fang." Zhao Changfeng said: "Let me think about where to start."

After pausing, Zhao Changfeng said, "Uncle Fang, let's start with my blood donation."

Zhao Changfeng started by donating blood to save the life of Mr. Lin Mantang, saying how he met Fang Jiayi in Lin Xinping's dormitory, how he became friends, and how he met Cai Guofu's son Cai Daming, and how he was framed by Cai Daming. In order to save him, Fang Jiayi had to lie to his brother Fang Tianlei, saying that Zhao Changfeng was her boyfriend, and asked Fang Tianlei to rush into the criminal police team of the Public Security Bureau to rescue him. He kept saying that later Li Enhua wanted to introduce his girlfriend to him, but he had no choice but to ask Fang Jiayi for help, begging Fang Jiayi to pretend to be his girlfriend and refuse Li Enhua's kindness.

Fang Zhenhua's expression was also as clear as Zhao Changfeng's narration. When he heard that his son Fang Tianlei dared to lead soldiers into the criminal police team of the local public security bureau, he couldn't help but be angry and proud. He was angry because Fang Tianlei's behavior was too reckless, and if he was not careful, he would cause great trouble. He was proud that his son inherited his genes of daring to act and took the dignified local public security bureau seriously at all, and rushed in and snatched Zhao Changfeng out.
Chapter completed!