Fudong Aircraft An Guo and Liu Wenjun and his son Hengjiu in the airport waiting hall... www.qВ5.com\\There is a flight to Beijing at 2 pm, and Huang Anguo is going to rush back to Beijing on this flight.

"You can come to the capital to play when you have time in the future." Huang Anguo smiled and said to his old classmate. Although he did not receive much entertainment from the other party during this trip to Shandong, Liu Wenjun was full of sincerity. The main reason was that he could not take time away, and Huang Anguo still cherished the friendship between classmates.

"Yes, I'm afraid of disturbing Anguo's work." Liu Wenjun nodded with a smile. When facing Huang Anguo, he was still a little reluctant. After all, the person in front of him was no longer his simple college classmate, but a director under the General Office of the Central Committee. He had never thought that such a person would appear among his friends and even among his classmates. He thought that Zhang Gongliang, deputy secretary of the municipal party committee, had almost flattered Huang Anguo last night, had made him unable to imagine it. When he thought about the scene at noon today, Liu Wenjun smiled bitterly. He and this old classmate were already separated from two worlds.

I had dinner with Zhang Gongliang last night. Usually, a younger generation like him was not qualified to sit in the same seat as Zhang Gongliang. He was not qualified to integrate into Zhang Shaochen's ***. Zhang Gongliang's high-ranking deputy secretary of the municipal party committee was even more untouchable to him. How could he imagine sitting with Zhang Gongliang for dinner in the past? Even his own father, I'm afraid he didn't expect the opportunity to come so quickly and suddenly, as if he was hit by a pie falling from the sky.

What is even more ironic is that Zhang Gongliang, whom he and his father already thought was unattainable, was not the focus of the table last night. It was his old classmate who became the center. Zhang Gongliang was respectful to him. When facing a person like Zhang Gongliang, his old classmate still had a very indifferent attitude. While maintaining a sense of strange distance, Liu Wenjun vaguely felt that Zhang Gongliang, the dignified deputy secretary of the Lunan Municipal Party Committee, did not seem to be in the eyes of his classmate.

When he went back last night, his father complained a little, and Liu Wenjun could only smile bitterly and explain that he didn't know the identity of this old classmate before. Otherwise, he could not resist such a secret based on his personality. He also hoped that his father could become the district chief as he wished, and he would benefit as well.

If Liu Wenjun said that he maintained a calm and down attitude towards Huang Anguo last night, he felt that his old classmate was too arrogant. When he saw Huang Anguo chatting and laughing with the head of a province at noon today, Liu Wenjun knew that his old classmate was indeed qualified to be arrogant.

"Director Huang. If you have time in the future, you should come to Ludong for more fun." Liu Feng also came to his senses and interrupted at the right time. He was still feeling like a cloud of mist. He was floating all over and didn't know where he was. He came back from the banquet last night and asked his son to ask when the Director Huang would leave. He heard that it was afternoon, and at noon today he wanted his son to ask Huang Anguo to have an appointment with Huang Anguo alone before Huang Anguo left. His son actually had such a big classmate. He was a fool if he didn't make good use of this relationship.

Huang Anguo had something to do at noon and couldn't have dinner together, but he did not refuse the two of them to come and see him off. They rushed to Yuehao Villa at about one o'clock, and happened to meet the governor Zhu Yimao coming out of the villa while talking and laughing. At that time, Huang Anguo and Zhu Yimao finished their lunch and took the initiative to deliver Zhu Yimao to the door. Unexpectedly, they met his old classmate, father and son.

Liu Feng and Liu Wenjun and his son were almost numb at that time. Perhaps they were so excited last night that they didn't know that they had any other ideas when they saw Huang Anguo and Zhu Yimao together.

Regarding the two people who suddenly appeared, Zhu Yimao nodded to both of them with a smile when he heard Huang Anguo's introduction that they were his classmates and father. It is conceivable that Liu Feng and Liu Wenjun and his son were flattered. Even though Huang Anguo was tall and arrogant, he was too far away from the two, and the county magistrate was not as good as the current management. Huang Anguo was the most important person, but he was a person at the central level after all, Zhu Yimao was the one who could directly determine their fate, let alone Zhu Yimao. Even Zhang Gongliang, as long as he expressed his support for Liu Feng, Liu Feng would have less twists and turns to become the district mayor, let alone Zhu Yimao, who was two levels higher than Zhang Gongliang. A department-level cadre like Liu Feng could not imagine that he would have the opportunity to have a close contact with Zhu Yimao, the governor. Especially when Zhu Yimao smiled and said something or two to him, Liu Feng felt that he was still excited at this moment.

Although Zhu Yimao communicated with him for only a few seconds, Liu Feng felt that he had never been so honored in his life. Especially when Zhu Yimao heard Huang Anguo introduce his old classmate's friend, who was also a figure in the officialdom of Shandong, Zhu Yimao asked about Liu Feng's work or two. Liu Feng was so excited that he almost couldn't speak in full.

Although he knew that the scene at that time was Zhu Yimao taking care of Huang Anguo's face and being polite to the two, Liu Feng was still unbearable to excitement. At least he knew that he might have left a little impression in Zhu Yimao's heart. Even if it was just a little bit, Zhu Yimao might not be able to call his name after turning around. But he still felt contented. Not everyone could say a word or two to Zhu Yimao, and Zhu Yimao could also ask about his work slightly. Liu Feng felt very contented. He did not expect to get the relationship between Zhu Yimao, which was too realistic for him. A department-level cadre could not pay attention to him. A department-level cadre who could obtain the support of leaders at the municipal level was enough to ensure that his career would be smooth in the future. He was fifty-four years old and had not bought the hurdle of the deputy department. How could he dare to hope for more in his life?

"Okay. It's time for me to get on the plane. Uncle Liu and Wenjun can go to Beijing to play when they have time. I'll have a little bit of the friendship between landlords." The airport prompt sounded, and Huang Anguo couldn't help but smile at the two of them.

"Okay. OK. As long as Director Huang, you have time, we also have time." Liu Feng nodded with a smile. He was more active than his son.

Huang Anguo looked at his old classmate Liu Wenjun, then looked at his father, and sighed in his heart. He wanted to make this rare college friendship that was gathering again as much as possible without any utilitarian factors. In the end, the reality is not satisfactory. It seems that it is understandable to think about it. If he exchanged Liu Wenjun, wouldn’t he have some utilitarianism? Last night’s dinner, he always kept a proper distance to Zhang Gongliang’s enthusiasm. On the contrary, he held some junior rituals to Liu Feng because of Liu Wenjun. This can be regarded as he did something indirectly for his old classmate, and Zhang Gongliang should also have some tendency towards Liu Feng because of this relationship.
Chapter completed!