Chapter 51 The Secretary-General's Nephew [Eight Updates]

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"This, brother, are your sons also in Wuzhou?" Zhang Weidong asked, but he hoped that their children would be as far away from Wuzhou as possible. It was better to go abroad, so as to save them from meeting each other.

However, Zhang Weidong is doomed to be disappointed. When Bai Rong heard Zhang Weidong mention his son, he finally came to his senses and asked Tan Zhengming, " By the way, did you ask Yongqian to come back today?"

"Scream, it's such a big thing to worship Wei Dong today. How could I not ask him to come back? However, this boy is now a big official and doesn't pay attention to his words, saying that he may not be able to get back at night. Listen, what is this? What's more big than his homage? Is it possible that he has been an official, but I have not been an official? He also put on airs with me. When Tan Zhengming saw Bai Rong ask, he suddenly felt dissatisfied.

"All right, all right, it's not that you don't know that your son is now the head of the municipal party committee. You have to get involved in everything, and it's understandable that you can't get rid of some things. Besides, isn't Wei Dong a teacher in our school now? Are they afraid that their uncles and nephews will not have a chance to meet in the future? Bai Rong gave Tan Zhengming a strange look.

It's better not to meet. When Zhang Weidong saw that Bai Rong also mentioned his uncle and nephew, he had a headache. Please, I'm only 23 years old this year. Even if my brother is middle-aged, he will always be in his 40s! Zhang Weidong complained in his heart.

"All right, all right, just protect your son. He has nothing to do. He is afraid that I will talk about it when he comes back. Now the officials are different from what we used to be. They are still public servants of the people. As long as they don't ride on the heads of the people, they will be grateful to the people. Yongqian climbed to the position of the secretary-general of the municipal party committee at a young age. If I didn't give him more knocks, it would be too late to make a big mistake and eat a gun. Tan Zhengming retorted unconvinced, and his tone couldn't help but show a trace of helplessness and lamentation for this social phenomenon.

When Bai Rong heard the words, he opened his mouth to refute a sentence or two, and finally closed his mouth, with a slightly worried expression on his face. Now the domestic economy has developed, and the people's living standards have also improved, but at the same time, the morality and style of the people, especially politicians, are constantly going downhill.

Zhang Weidong was young and had been living in the ivory tower. He was relatively simple in thought. For a moment, he could not deeply understand the heavy feelings of the two old people worrying about the country, and he didn't know how to interrupt. When he was depressed, a clear voice came from outside the house.

"Dad, don't you have such confidence in your son? Knocking and eating guns. People who don't know think I'm a big corrupt official!"

With the sound of his voice, a well-dressed middle-aged man came in with a briefcase.

The middle-aged man has a thin face, a long figure, and a very similar appearance to Tan Zhengming, with a faint momentum of not being angry and arrogant.

China's officialdom system is very complicated. Don't say that people outside the officialdom sometimes can't figure it out, let alone foreigners. They can't understand why there are local party committees in addition to local governments in China, and why party secretaries at the same level have more power than county magistrates and mayors at the same level.

Although Zhang Weidong has been concentizing on study and practice all year round, and is not very clear about the level and power of government officials, he still generally knows that the secretary-general of the municipal party committee is a relatively large official, and also knows that according to the normal promotion of China's officialdom, a person has to I have grown a lot of gray hair. So when Zhang Weidong saw that Tan Yongqian was only about thirty-six or thirty-seven years old, he was still very surprised.

Tan Yongqian is much younger than he thought, both from the perspective of officialdom and his father's age.

"If you are really a corrupt official, do you think you can still walk into this door?" Tan Zhengming suddenly straightened his body, stared at him with his eyes, and said seriously.

Tan Yongqian was obviously a little afraid of Tan Zhengming. Seeing this, he hurriedly looked away, quickly glanced past Zhang Weidong, and looked around again.

"Dad, didn't you say you were going to say goodbye to a martial arts master today? Where are the people? Have you left yet?" Tan Yongqian said with doubts on his face.

"Where are your eyes? Didn't I see your uncle sitting in front of you?" Tan Zhengming immediately looked dissatisfied when he heard the words.

"He?" Even Tan Yongqian had seen a lot of big winds and waves. Looking at Zhang Weidong, he was still dumbfounded.

Wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, she is smooth, white and clean, at most in his early twenties. At first, Tan Yongqian thought which student in the school came to visit his old man? After all, his father is a senior in academia and the old principal of the school, and many people visit him every year. But he never thought that the young man in front of him, who didn't look like a long hair, would be the object of his father's worship today. Doesn't he have to call him uncle?

Fortunately, Tan Yongqian didn't know that his father once had the idea of worshipping the young man in front of him as a teacher, but Zhang Weidong did not agree. Otherwise, Tan Yongqian would not only be dumbfounded now, but probably crying directly.

"He, what is he? Have you been an official for a few days and look at people's eyes to the sky? He is your father's homage brother Zhang Weidong. Give your uncle a cup of tea. Tan Zhengming seemed to be more dissatisfied this time, and his voice was much louder.

"Don't, don't, let's pay each other. Secretary-General Tan just called me Wei Dong. How dare Zhang Weidong let their father and son continue the conversation and hurriedly interrupted.

"No way. Wei Dong, don't look at my brother. I'm so knowledgeable and have been an official, but I dare not forget the rules of my ancestors for a day. You and I are brothers. If you are a brother one day, you will be a brother all day long. How can this generation be so chaotic? Tan Zhengming said with a serious face.

Zhang Weidong looked at Tan Zhengming with a serious expression and had a headache. But what's more troublesome is Tan Yongqian. Not to mention that he is now in a high position, it is difficult for him to call a young uncle alone, not to mention that he is still a member of the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee, the Secretary-General, and a deputy department-level cadre of the real power faction. If it is spread, it will not make people laugh if he calls a young man uncle.

Alas, how old the father is, the more like a child. In the past, those martial arts brothers also forget it. Anyway, they are all old men of seven or eighty. Call uncles, just uncles, but how can you be brothers with a young man this time? If you call me brother, just call me brother. Why do you have to pull me in? It's really a headache! Tan Yongqian complained secretly in his heart, but it was not easy to say this to Tan Zhengming, so he had to turn his eyes to Bai Rong for help. He knew that the most powerful person in this family was his mother. If his mother really competed, his father would have to obey unconditionally.

"Yongqian, this time is different from before. Your father and Wei Dong kowtowed in front of the Guan Gong statue. Bai Rong understood the meaning of asking for help contained in Tan Yongqian's eyes. But this time, not to mention that Zhang Weidong is a real strange man, the old man seriously put an incense burner in the study this time. Bai Rong, who has lived with Tan Zhengming for most of his life, also knows that the old man is serious this time. If Tan Yongqian dares to hesitate any more, I'm afraid he will really get a slap.

Although Tan Yongqian devoted himself to his official career, he basically fished for three days and basked the net for two days in martial arts. Later, he didn't practice at all. After all, he was born in a martial arts family and received traditional ideological education from an early age. Naturally, he knew that if people in martial arts kowtowed in It's really like a brother. If the other party's parents pass away in the future, he will have to be filial like his children.

So as soon as Tan Yongqian heard his mother say that his father and Zhang Weidong had made incense and kowtowed in front of the Guan Gong statue, he knew that he could no longer hesitate to procrastinate. Otherwise, the old man might beat him with a stick as soon as he got angry.

Forget it, just scream. Tan Yongqian said in his heart that he would hide far away when he saw him in the future. But when I thought of a powerful deputy department-level cadre who wanted to hide from a small untidy future student, I felt a burst of aggrieved and depressed.