Chapter 907 Human Relationships

When Zhao Jianhui came, the wedding had already been held. The ground in front of Tiangongyuan was covered with bright red firecrackers and paper scraps, circling on the ground with the breeze, looking full of joy. [.Com text]

Just now, the car was hundreds of meters away from Tiangongyuan, and the roadside was full of cars of various colors. Among them were private cars, but more were government-grade cars. A rough calculation was that there were hundreds of cars parked on the roads on both sides. Even if there were only one person in the car to attend the banquet, there were probably dozens of tables.

The social atmosphere is still like this now, as if it would be strange if it is not. Besides, Hao Guotao is now the top leader of Xilin District. His family has lived in Xilin for a long time, and his relatives and friends are much old, so the scene will naturally become more grand.

The old couple of Hao Guotao and his son and daughter-in-law were standing at the entrance of the hotel to welcome the guests. When they saw Zhao Jianhui and Li Wen get out of the car, they were stunned. They thought they were really afraid of anything they came, why did he really come?

"Secretary Hao, I'm going to get married and Zhixi. Don't you say anything about such a big thing? We are colleagues who have worked together in the team. No matter what, I'm going to have a wedding banquet." Zhao Jianhui walked over with a smile.

When he heard this, Hao Guotao quickly pulled his wife and led his son and daughter-in-law to greet him: "Secretary Zhao, aren't you afraid that you will not disturb me? Look at me, please come in and ask me..."

The bride and groom probably heard of Secretary Zhao. Seeing his father and mother's expressions a little restrained, he immediately knew that Secretary Zhao was the Secretary Zhao who was rumored by citizens these days. Although the two did not work within the system, they also knew what kind of authority and momentum the deputy secretary of the provincial party committee represented. He could come to have a glass of water and wine with him, and he was afraid that his wedding would become the best in Xilin. In the future, he would be able to overshadow his own limelight. I am afraid that it would be difficult to find any money he spent.

Lao Hao's son is a little taller than his father, and looks similar to Hao Guotao, only a few fewer streaks on his face than Hao Guotao. The bride is not tall, but she is very pretty. She is wearing a bright red wedding dress and delicate hair like petals. Her outfit is similar to each other, so she is still a little beauty.

While walking in, Zhao Jianhui smiled and said, "As for the local customs, Li Wen, take out the prepared red envelopes. Secretary Hao, I am not bribing you, mainly to congratulate a pair of newcomers, that's a little bit of a little."

Li Wen quickly took out two red envelopes, Zhao Jianhui took them and was about to hand them to a couple of newcomers, but when he glanced over, he found a table behind the hotel gate. Two people sat behind the table, one with a leather bag under his armpit, and the other with a red account book on the table in front of him. What ordinary people call a wedding cabinet is for collecting gifts from relatives and friends to register and register.

Zhao Jianhui smiled, then gently placed the red envelope on the table, and smiled at Hao Guotao, "Since you have set up a red cabinet, then register and record it according to the rules... Comrade, why are you standing there? Remember to write my name on it. This is a relationship between relatives and friends. When my son got married, Secretary Hao would have to pay it back. Secretary Hao, I remember that according to our Xilin customs, when returning gifts, it would be more gifts than I have now, right?"

The person who was in charge of the money picked up the red envelope, opened it in front of Zhao Jianhui, the person who was in charge of the accounting picked up the pen, and asked casually: "What's the name, how many..."

Zhao Jianhui laughed: "I'll write it myself. I haven't practiced calligraphy for a long time. It's like you're writing itchy. I originally prepared two copies, one pair of newcomers and one person costs 660 yuan, which is a good omen..." As he said, he took the brush and wrote his name upright.

Hao Guotao's face turned slightly red. He was originally uneasy when Zhao Jianhui was able to come, but Zhao Jianhui was willing to give a wedding gift, which made him a little happy. In this case, Secretary Zhao was not here to find fault.

However, Zhao Jianhui actually recorded the wedding ceremony in accordance with the rules, which brought Hao Guotao not only a surprise. This scene made him quite a bit. Although many people are friends of his son, who knows if they make friends with his son because his son has a son who is the secretary of the district party committee?

I just looked through the gift list briefly and found that the income has exceeded six digits. If anyone with a heart knows, it may be a problem sometimes.

However, now all the problems have disappeared with Zhao Jianhui's cash. As long as Zhao Jianhui is in Jiangnan Province for one day, no, such a young deputy secretary of the provincial party committee, who knows how far he can go in the future? Even if Zhao Jianhui is transferred from Jiangnan Province, no one will be willing to risk offending Zhao Jianhui to investigate his own affairs.

That thousand yuan is just a form. The three words Zhao Jianhui appear on the gift list. This is a real gift. Even if his handwriting is written in a very ugly way, it is worth a thousand gold, and it is hard to find a thousand gold.

Does Zhao Jianhui not understand this principle? Looking at the smile on Zhao Jianhui's face, Hao Guotao flatly rejected the idea that came to his heart.

This deputy secretary of the provincial party committee did not understand, but did it deliberately. However, such things can be understood and cannot be said.

"Secretary Zhao, thank you..." Lao Hao stretched out his hand tightly, grabbed Zhao Jianhui's hand, shook it hard and said. "Secretary Hao, don't say the word "thank you" between us, right? I remember when I took over Xilin, you were fifty-four years old, this year should be fifty-seven?"

Hao Guotao smiled and said, "It's fifty-eight years old, and it's time to enjoy two years of happiness..."

Before Zhao Jianhui came to Xilin, Hao Guotao was already the district mayor. If Zhao Jianhui hadn't "grabbed" his position, Hao Guotao might have been promoted to district party secretary. Hao Guotao of that age might have been listed as a member of the Standing Committee of the Listing Committee, and it would not have been resolved that Hao Guotao is still at the level of a department and has not even been treated as a deputy department-level treatment.

Although it is a coincidence or a matter of Zhao Jianhui's unintentional mistake, Lao Hao was not a member of the Standing Committee of the Listing Committee. Zhao Jianhui insisted on staying to attend his son's wedding, and he had to say that he had such an indescribable reason in his heart.

Hearing Hao Guotao's words, Zhao Jianhui patted his back and said, "I have contributed my whole life. I should enjoy a few days of happiness. I think Secretary Hao is still strong, but I can't just think about enjoying a happiness myself and making contributions to the people for another two years."

The two of them went upstairs while talking.

The first floor hall was already full of people. When Hao Guotao and Zhao Jianhui were talking at the door, everyone in the hall was breathing, and the whole hall was coughing and gasping. When the group disappeared at the entrance of the stairs, there was a buzzing voice coming from, and naturally they envied Secretary Hao for his great face.

The guests on the second floor can be said to be a gathering. Except for the close friends at home, the rest are all cadres, but the highest level is the main place, and no one above the deputy department came.

Zhao Jianhui glanced at him and found that there were quite a few officials who were in the area. Zhang Yaping, Li Shangyi, Meng Ru and other members of the Standing Committee arrived, and the other district mayors and secretaries of other districts, but Zhao Jianhui was a little unrecognizable. In addition, they were all the directors of this and that bureaus, some of whom were familiar, and some had a good face. It seemed that Xilin District had experienced considerable personnel changes in recent years.

Although Hao Guotao is the district party secretary at the department level and is considered a very powerful figure among the department-level cadres in Pengzhou. But like his son's wedding banquet, he dare not rush to invite the leaders. Speaking of which, he is also very familiar with some deputy department-level cadres in the city, but people may not attend easily in such occasions.

Chinese people pay very particular attention to some occasions, and there is a saying that it is called self-respecting identity.

Since Zhao Jianhui came to attend the wedding, he should naturally sit in the main seat. Hao Guotao led Zhao Jianhui to the conspicuous large table in the middle. It turned out that Zhang Yaping and others who were sitting next to the table had already come to greet him. For a moment, the voices of "Hello Secretary Zhao" and "Hello Secretary Zhao..." were heard.

Zhao Jianhui shook hands with everyone, smiled and said to Zhang Yaping: "All the guests are here, so don't be too polite, right?" Although he said that, how could anyone be really rude? Besides, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Who can reveal his nose in front of Zhao Jianhui?

Needless to say, there are a few who stand aside and smile with their faces and dare not lean on them.

Just before Zhao Jianhui had just finished sitting, a person hurried in outside, lowered his voice and said to Hao Guotao, who was sitting beside Zhao Jianhui, "Secretary Chen is here..."

"Hmm? Oh..." Hao Guotao was really surprised, but after looking at Zhao Jianhui sitting beside him, he immediately understood. This must have been known by Chen Huijun when Secretary Zhao came to have a wedding banquet. Since all the big secretary can come to give him a face, how could the secretary of the municipal party committee not come to support him?

But no matter who gave this face, Hao Guotao had no reason not to welcome it. So he leaned close to Zhao Jianhui's ear and whispered: "Secretary Zhao, sit down first. Secretary Chen is here, I'll go to the door to pick it up."

However, at this time, how could Chen Huijun ask a big shot to wait for him to pick him up? After he finished speaking, he turned his head and saw Chen Huijun leading the way, followed by Yan Xuejiao, Deputy Director of the Organization Department of the Provincial Party Committee, and Hu Qiushan, Deputy Director of the Propaganda Department.

Behind are Zhao Ruidong, Zhang Guoqiang, Wang Jinxin and other members of the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee.

If there weren't so many people in the hall, I saw it without knowing it, I would have thought that Secretary Chen was leading the Standing Committee to the Tiangongyuan Hotel to convene a Standing Committee meeting.

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