Chapter 431 Business and Politics

Chapter 431 Business and Politics

Chapter 431 Business and Politics

Old Chen was quite reliable in his work. After two days, Chen was called over to have dinner with Guo Jiamao.

"Guo Jiamao" is Lao Chen's roommate in the Party School, the former deputy mayor of Fanshan District, and the soon-to-be deputy director of the Provincial Capital City Communications Administration.

"I heard that the Fanshan District Government directly cleared out Lao Guo's office today."

Chen Peisong sighed on the phone: "Old Guo must be in a bad mood. It was he who took the initiative to suggest going out for a drink."

“This is too absolute.”

Chen was quite surprised.

Not to mention the system, even in ordinary workplaces, everyone pays attention to "leaving a way out for others", at least they have to save face.

However, the practice of clearing out someone's office before they are officially transferred is clearly a sign of a falling out and the company is not afraid of retaliation.

Of course, the chance of Guo Jiamao taking revenge is very small.

Again, when county leaders are transferred to the municipal bureau, it is almost impossible for them to get ahead unless they take down the top leader.

Because the opportunity for promotion will never fall to an "airborne soldier".

Chen Peisong explained the whole process clearly so that Chen could understand Guo Jiamao's current mental state and avoid saying something wrong that might cause trouble.

For example, he inadvertently praised the unity of the leadership team of the Fanshan District Government.

Guo Jiamao probably thought that Chen Zhe was trying to trick him.

"It's just a quick meal."

Chen Peisong reminded: "Don't bring cigarettes, alcohol or gifts, that would seem too deliberate."

Chen understood what his father meant. Although Guo Jiamao had been suppressed, his political intelligence was still there. If he showed that he "wanted something" when they met for the first time, it would make him wary.

"No more gifts of cigarettes and alcohol."

Chen thought for a moment and said, "I'll go home first and find you two pieces of clothing to bring back."

"Haha~"

Old Chen smiled on the phone. This kid is really smart now!
Why clothes?

When you meet, you can say, "Dad, these are the changes of clothes you asked me to bring."

This reason is both reasonable and logical, and it also makes sense for him to stay for dinner.

……

At around 7 o'clock in the evening, Chen appeared in front of the Party School gate holding clothes, and soon two figures came out.

One is Lao Chen.

The other person was actually a few years younger than Lao Chen, and looked to be in his early forties.

He is of medium build, slightly overweight, with a beer belly. Although his expression is a little listless, when he glances ahead inadvertently, he still flashes a bit of sharpness and majesty.

Chen thought that even though he was suppressed to this extent, he still had a lot of spirit. One could imagine how high-spirited he must have been when he was the district leader.

After all, a man in his early forties who is a real director should be able to look and feel impressive!
However, judging from his temperament, Guo Jiamao should be a strong leader. In a system where people are treacherous but have hidden agendas, he will most likely offend some people because of his work.

But Guo Jiamao, who was at the center of the wave, didn't notice it. When these offended people united as one, under the manipulation of a certain leader (whose rank should be higher than Guo Jiamao), they sent him directly to the Party School for study.

Although Chen Zhuo has never worked in the Fanshan District Government, he has rich experience, and the whole thing should be roughly like this.

“So, the system is not a place that emphasizes individualism.”

Chen Zhuo sneered in his heart, then changed his expression to a cheerful one, and walked towards Lao Chen: "Dad~"

"Here he comes."

Chen Peisong responded, and then introduced Guo Jiamao beside him: "My son, I mentioned to you before that he is a freshman at Zhongda Lingyuan."

"Oh?"

Just as expected, Guo Jiamao heard that this sunny and handsome tall boy was actually Chen Peisong's son.

There was no scrutiny in his eyes, just a casual look.

After a moment, he smiled and commented: "You can see some similarities in the outline, but Lao Chen, your son is much more handsome than you."

"I'm already this old, what's the point of talking about being handsome or not?"

Chen Peisong waved his hand and explained, "There's no change of clothes in the dormitory. I'm too lazy to go there, so I asked him to send a few pieces over."

"Okay, go back to school. Your uncle Guo and I are going out for dinner."

Chen Peisong took the clothes and pretended to "drive away" Chen Zhuo.

"what?"

Guo Jiamao subconsciously said politely: "Since you are here, let's have dinner together. It's not a formal social event anyway. That Chen..."

Guo Jiamao opened his mouth and then remembered that he didn't know the name of Chen Peisong's son.

This is normal. Generally, when talking about one's family members, people would only say "occupation, age, school or work" etc., and rarely introduce their names first.

But this is not a very important thing. Chen Zhe's current identity is just a simple college student. In the eyes of a leader like Guo Jiamao, he is no different from a child.

"That Chen..."

Guo Jiamao casually said, "Your father and I are going to have a couple of drinks tonight, why don't you join us to moisten your throat!"

There was also a hint of commanding boldness in his tone.

Chen Zhe can drink a lot, so he can have a few drinks with Deputy Director Guo.

But, they came to Lao Chen to complain and relieve their boredom.

As a junior, it’s okay for me to just eat, but it doesn’t seem appropriate to hold a cup.

How do you say a toast?

Should we comfort Lao Guo and tell him not to lose heart and to cultivate some other hobbies, such as mountain climbing, photography, calligraphy, etc.

After all, if there is no major accident, your career will be over!

Guo Jiamao was able to get up and leave on the spot.

Therefore, Chen Zhuo did not intend to express himself by drinking tonight. He thought about it and said:

"Uncle Guo, I'm not very good at drinking, but I'm good at pouring. Just drink it up with your dad, and I'll help you pour the wine."

"what?"

Chen Zhuo's response was somewhat beyond Guo Jiamao's expectations.

He had heard Chen Peisong mention before that his only son was a freshman at Zhongda Lingyuan College and that his college entrance examination score was high enough to be admitted to Peking University, so he thought he was a talented academic master.

I didn't expect that this opening would be full of "Tai Chi" flavor.

What is the "Taste of Tai Chi"?
It seems like an answer, but it also seems like no answer, and yet it hasn't offended anyone.

Guo Jiamao is very familiar with this "taste". The director of the Fanshan District Government Office often says such words that offend no one.

When Guo Jiamao looked at Chen Zhuo again, there was obviously a little more seriousness in his eyes.

"Mr. Chen, what's your son's name?"

Guo Jiamao asked specifically.

"Uncle Guo, my name is Chen Zhe."

Chen took the initiative to introduce.

"Chenzhe?"

Guo Jiamao felt that he seemed to have heard this name somewhere before, but he didn't have a deep impression of it, as if it was just a fleeting glimpse.

Guo Jiamao kept this question in mind. Although he was tough, he was not reckless.

Chen Peisong entered a private room in a nearby Hunan restaurant with decent decoration and ordered a few dishes and a bottle of Jiujiang double-distilled tea.

"Hey!"

Guo Jiamao picked up the wine bottle, turned it around in his palm for a few times, and sighed.

I don’t know if he was thinking about it, he used to drink Moutai and Wuliangye, but now he has “fallen” to the point of drinking Jiujiang Double-distilled Liquor.

When Chen Peisong was working on the streets, he often dealt with small businesses, so he was not unfamiliar with this local liquor from eastern Guangdong.

Chen Zhuo did just as he said, pouring wine for his father and Guo Jiamao in a serious manner, but he didn't drink a sip himself.

"Xiao Chen, you really don't want to order some?"

Guo Jiamao asked with interest.

"No, I have something to do tomorrow." Chen shook his head shyly, looking like a junior who couldn't stand the teasing of his elders.

Guo Jiamao smiled and nodded, then watched Chen Zhuo slowly pour the Jiujiang double-distilled liquor into the wine bottle in the most standard manner.

What is the “most standard way to pour wine”? It is “crooked, crooked, mean, despicable and vulgar”.

It means pouring wine into the cup with a slightly tilted surface, and letting the wine flow along the inner wall of the cup to the bottom. This makes the person pouring the wine appear calm and relaxed.

There are also "full of evil" and "turn over a new leaf" at the end, which means to straighten the tilted wine glass after filling it.

These are all rhymes used at the drinking table. In Chen Zhuo's opinion, they are not bad habits, but they are definitely not cultural treasures.

Young people just need to remember it as a social rule.

"Uncle Guo."

For the first glass of wine, Chen Zhuo placed the almost overflowing cup steadily in front of Guo Jiamao.

At this time, if Guo Jiamao still couldn't see that his roommate's son was not an ordinary college student, all his efforts would be in vain.

However, Guo Jiamao did not ask rashly. He drank with Chen Peisong, picked up hot dishes, and told anecdotes within the system.

Most of them have some romance involved. For example, at the end of last year, there was a female CEO of a state-owned enterprise who was dismissed. She climbed up the ladder by relying on her body.

There is also a retired secretary who became an official because of his father-in-law, so he is very henpecked.

Lao Chen and Lao Guo are both cautious and smart people. They basically only talk about the gossip about those leaders who have "retired" or "fallen from power", and never talk about those who are still in office.

Chen Zhe felt that he was enjoying the conversation, and the two middle-aged men were talking excitedly, and soon finished a bottle of white wine.

Chen Zhuo immediately put down his chopsticks and served them more food.

Guo Jiamao blushed and squinted his eyes as he watched the wine bottle being filled up bit by bit. He suddenly asked half-jokingly, "Chen Zhe, who do you think has a better alcohol tolerance, me or your dad?"

"what?"

Chen was slightly stunned.

If I answer this to Lao Chen, it seems to offend Guo Jiamao, although he may not care.

If I answer Guo Jiamao, it would seem a bit servile.

The 5000 million loan would arrive soon, and given his status as one that could be traced back at that time, Chen Zhuo did not need to be humble to a director-level leader, although Guo Jiamao could play some role in the "reply" project.

Chen's eyes moved and he said:

"Actually, I don't know how much my dad can drink. Anyway, I've never seen him drunk. But I can tell that Uncle Guo should be able to drink with him until the very end. I'll go get you two plates of food to go with the wine."

After saying that, Chen Zhuo walked out immediately.

Very decisive, not giving Lao Guo any chance to reconsider himself.

"Ding~"

In the box, Guo Jiamao clinked glasses with Chen Peisong again, and the glass wine glasses made a pleasant sound when they collided.

"Old Chen, is your son a cadre in the Chinese University Student Union?"

Guo Jiamao asked curiously.

Guo Jiamao has been a leader for many years. Like Song Zuoming, he has his own logic for identifying people.

Even though we have only met for a short time, the comprehensive qualities that Chen Zhuo has demonstrated will definitely make him a well-known figure among college students.

"This one……"

Old Chen seemed to have heard Chen Zhuo say that he was now the deputy director of the Student Union's Propaganda and Coordination Department.

"He should be the deputy minister of a department."

Chen Peisong said modestly: "College students' fighting and playing is probably just like playing house."

"You can't say that."

Guo Jiamao shook his head. "In a school like Zhongda, the president of the student union has a huge advantage in taking the civil service exam and the postgraduate entrance exam. Your son's position as deputy minister is not the upper limit. Try to work towards the position of president."

"He is not interested in this, and..."

Old Chen waved his hand and said, "He is not as serious about studying as he was in high school. I don't know if he will fail in the future."

"You don't have to be a good student to be the president of the student union."

Guo Jiamao picked up his glass and clinked it with Chen Peisong again: "Just like when we are officials, the more capable we are, the higher our official position will be?"

This statement is a bit unreasonable, but combined with Guo Jiamao's experience, it seems understandable.

Chen Peisong sighed, picked up the wine bottle and filled it up for Lao Guo.

After a few more drinks, Chen Zhuo came back from outside and ordered two classic Hunan dishes: "Stir-fried Yellow Beef" and "Yongzhou Blood Duck".

They drank and chatted until after nine o'clock, and Lao Chen and Guo Jiamao seemed like old friends.

When Guo Jiamao stood up to leave, he suddenly remembered the matter of "paying the bill".

This cannot be blamed on him. Lao Guo used to be the deputy district chief. When was it his turn to pay for social events?
Even if the district government hosts a dinner party, there will naturally be an office director or secretary who will quietly handle these small matters.

Guo Jiamao took out his wallet and quickly walked to the front desk, only to find out that a young man had already given money.

"Chen Zhe, how much is the meal?"

Guo Jiamao felt a little embarrassed. It was he who proposed this dinner, so how could he let others pay for it?
Especially a junior.

"Old Guo, don't be so polite."

Chen Peisong stopped Guo Jiamao from returning the money: "This kid is not doing his job properly at school. He has some part-time jobs. He should have some money in his pocket. It's not a problem for him to treat us to a meal."

Lao Chen said this so modestly that Guo Jiamao misunderstood him. He said admiringly, "Lao Chen, you guys have done a good job in educating us! I thought kids from families like ours wouldn't be so shameless as to sell phone cards and credit cards."

These two are the most common part-time jobs in universities nowadays, and you can really make money.

"Chen Zhe."

Guo Jiamao patted Chen's shoulder and said, "Next time, ask your dad to take you to Fanshan to eat at a farmhouse. I have a friend who raises very healthy free-range chickens. Ask him to pack a few!"

"Ok."

Chen smiled and didn't point anything out, just followed behind and accompanied them for a walk.

Chen Zhuo didn't mean to hide his identity.

Not only did he not intend to hide it, he also planned to demonstrate his strength in a jaw-dropping way to lay the foundation for persuading Guo Jiamao in the future.

The opportunity will come soon.

After about 40 minutes, Lao Chen and Guo Jiamao were tired from walking, and they had walked quite a distance. The smell of alcohol on their bodies had also dissipated a lot, so they prepared to take a taxi back to the Party School to rest.

At this time, Chen Zhuo said, "We seem to be in a village in the city. Taxis rarely come here."

"It's ok."

Chen Peisong said nonchalantly: "Walk outside, you can get a taxi on the roadside."

"You guys should take a break after drinking."

Chen Zhuo took out his cell phone and said, "I'll call the company's driver and ask him to come pick me up."

"What? Driver?"

Chen Peisong blinked and recalled when he hired a full-time driver.

But he didn't want to ruin his son's show, so he responded vaguely.

Guo Jiamao was also a little puzzled. Chen Zhe didn't seem like a boastful kid, so why did he sound like the boss of the company?
Guo Jiamao did not express his doubts, as that would have been too unemotional, so he simply chatted with Chen Peisong and observed the subsequent situation.

Fortunately, they have no shortage of topics, including work and social current affairs.

Nowadays, public service slogans such as "Be civilized, host the Olympics" are everywhere, and people can talk about any sport for a long time.

Not long after, a steady and majestic Mercedes-Benz S600 slowly drove into the urban village.

The shiny black car body under the light was out of tune with the surrounding old buildings. Chen Peisong and Guo Jiamao, who were talking, were also attracted and took a look.

They were all worldly-wise leaders, and they did not scream and shout like the young people in the urban villages. They just wondered if the S600 had been driven to the wrong place.

Unexpectedly, the car slowly stopped not far from them, and a rather steady young man came out from the driver's seat.

Chen Peisong and Guo Jiamao looked at each other. They would rather believe that someone might want to ask for directions, and never thought that this was "Xiao Chen's" driver.

"Mr. Chen."

It was not until the young man's respectful greeting that the two department-level leaders, who thought they had seen all the bizarre things in the world, were shocked as if Granny Liu had entered the Grand View Garden for the first time.

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(End of this chapter)