Chapter 409

Song Chunjiang remembered that when he joined the party, he swore to the party flag: "I am a farmer's child..."

In a flash, decades have passed, and their children have also embarked on this road. Sometimes they can't help themselves in politics. However, as long as you want to climb up, some mistakes are inevitable, but as long as you can hide and be careful, although tired, you can move forward low-key.

Unexpectedly, he lost to his son in the end.

Looking at his excited wife, song Chunjiang didn't speak. He just stood at the table, picked up a lighter, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and let the smoke curl around his fingertips. Finally, fatigue and disappointment appeared on his deep face.

"I'm sorry, Chunjiang. I've lost my manners." Mrs. song took a deep breath and whispered, "why don't I call and ask?"

Song Chunjiang didn't speak. He knew that his wife still didn't want to give up for his son.

And he kept the last trace of dignity of the Deputy Secretary of the municipal Party Committee

Maybe she can't see hope and will go home.

Mrs. song dialed Zhao fan. After a long time, she finally got through. Mrs. song trembled and said, "Xiao Zhao, you now..."

"There's a traffic jam. I said it's strange. I haven't come yet."

"Er... I haven't served yet. How can it be cold? Xiao Zhao, drive slowly. Don't worry. Lao song and I have nothing to do. We'll talk casually and wait for you, um... Um... OK, I'll see you later!"

Song Chunjiang was disappointed at the beginning. Listening to the conversation between his wife and Zhao fan, he began to raise hope slowly. Then his hands trembled slightly behind him, and his mood fluctuated. He could almost see it on his face.

Mrs. song was even more unbearable. She even felt that her heart was about to jump out of her throat. After hanging up the phone, she almost lost her attitude, covered her face, wept with joy, facing song Chunjiang and sobbed: "old song, he's coming, he said he's coming, he's coming soon..."

"Waiter, change the dish on the table again. It's cold!" Song Chunjiang patted his wife on the shoulder, then slowly lowered his body, and his calm and calmness returned to his face.

However, the two fingers of his cigarette trembled slightly, which showed that he was very restless.

About ten minutes later, Zhao fan finally opened the door of the private room and came in. He looked apologetic and said helplessly, "Deputy Secretary song, Mrs. song, I went out at 8:30. Who knows that I met a traffic jam on the way. I'll punish myself three cups later and make amends to you."

With a faint smile on his face, song Chunjiang nodded gently, looking unfathomable.

Mrs. song waved her hand, smiled softly and said, "Xiao Zhao, everyone will encounter a traffic jam or two when going out. We will, understandably, and it's only more than ten minutes."

Zhao fan observed secretly that these two look like normal now. They are worthy of being characters who have been in officialdom for many years. They can also be said to be born good actors. I think they will be more or less disappointed just now?

It was more than disappointment. If the waiter hadn't changed the dishes and cleaned the ground again, Zhao fan wouldn't think so.

There was more than one good actor. Next, Zhao Fanzhen drank three cups in a row and was respectful. He was modest and cautious in the face of Mrs. song's praise. Song Chunjiang occasionally interrupted. The three talked and laughed happily, which was completely different from having dinner together for the first time.

Of course, song Chunjiang and his wife don't say anything about Song Tao, and Zhao fan can't take the initiative to mention it.

Otherwise, he will lose the initiative in an instant. Anyway, it is them, not himself, who are worried.

After a few glasses of Baijiu, Mrs. Song Chunjiang's face appeared a red glow. At the same time, she also saw the casual hint of Zhao Fan's eyes. She thought that the boy was very calm. It seemed that his family could only be sold to the Luo family.

Thinking of this, Mrs. song raised her glass again. She didn't know whether it was true or pretended. She looked at Zhao fan in a low voice and said, "Xiao Zhao, I also have a son who is not a few years older than you, but my son is not as good as you."

Zhao fan's heart moved and he wanted to talk about business!

In a complete mess of Mrs. Zhao Fan, Mrs. song looked at her face and smiled. She waited for what she was going to say. Then she sighed and then said, "Xiao Zhao, you know, I am good at everything. I can't compare with you. You can see that you are half a Jin of white wine, and your face is not red, but you can't breathe. My son is not able to do that." Zhao Fan said, "I'm always drunk."

"As a result, when he was drunk in a mess, he would make mistakes. However, he had a poor memory, often drank fragments and forgot a lot of things."

"These days, he finally remembered these things. He really regretted it. He went to Xihua city from the provincial capital to find Lao song. At that time, when Lao song knew this thing for the first time, he scolded him loudly and asked him to be frank and lenient and turn himself in."

"Xiao Zhao, I know your family background, and I don't mean to offend you. Unfortunately, your mother died early, but if she is still alive, can she ignore you?"

"Poor parents all over the world, Xiao Zhao, I really don't know what to do. Please help me and show me a way out."

I was most afraid of the sudden silence of the atmosphere. As soon as these words were spoken, the three people in the private room were as motionless as statues.

Song Chunjiang was carrying a glass of Baijiu in his hand.

Half a ring, Zhao fancai gently raised his glass and said, "Deputy Secretary song, Mrs. song, let me toast you."

The two men quickly took up the Baijiu, and drank with Zhao Fan, and then looked at Zhao fan with some expectation.

After that, Zhao fancai whispered, "I'm dissatisfied with you two. Before I came, I called president Luo and was scolded by president Luo."

"He said that vice governor Luo is a very independent person. I hope I can adhere to the principle and don't annoy vice governor Luo."

In an instant, song Chunjiang and Mrs. song's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

"Pa!" Even the wine in Mrs. song's Cup didn't hold steady and fell on the table.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Zhao, I'm a little rude..." but Mrs. song quickly responded. Although she couldn't hide her disappointment, she still whispered: "I see. Anyway, thank Xiao Zhao. You can help me make that call. I've already..."

However, before she finished, Zhao fan waved his hand and whispered, "before president Luo hangs up, let me not turn off my phone tonight and wait for him to call. He will personally intervene in this matter."

"Buzz!"

Like a deep-water bomb, this sentence exploded in the minds of song Chunjiang and Mrs. song, allowing the couple to see hope in an instant.

Luo Cheng personally asked, things will certainly turn for the better. You know, the legitimate people of the urban Luo family of the investigation team speak from the top, can you not turn a blind eye from the bottom?