Chapter One

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  After the municipal party committee meeting, Chen Yun returned home at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night. As soon as he got out of the car, he found that something was unusual at home. In the past, when attending meetings and social events until this time, the lights at home had already been turned off. Three days ago, when he entertained the German delegation's representatives and returned home at this time, his elderly mother, son, wife Hu Jinwa, and the little nanny were all asleep. But what was going on today? The third floor of their own home was brightly lit, as if it was still quite lively.

  After entering the house, he finally learned about the situation. Chen Yuntian originally wanted to say that as the municipal party secretary, this was not appropriate. However, seeing his elder brother and sister-in-law from the countryside had arrived, and his mother gave him a stern glare, he could only swallow his words.

  After sitting down on the sofa, Tian Tingyu brought tea. Chen Yuntian took a sip and said: "Since mom has made up her mind, and big brother and sister-in-law have come all the way from afar... then let's do it."

  The old lady was delighted: "That's right, you should do what you need to do. Let your elder brother handle this matter."

  Big Brother, a farmer, said something with philosophical flavor: "You are the governor, superstitious about this thing, can't not believe it, also can't fully believe it. Wen Rong's body is not good, we don't talk about superstition, don't burn paper, just knock on a dry father and the problem will be solved."

  Sister-in-law continued: "This is right. We'll listen to mom, brother you go to work. My husband and I will take care of the rest."

  "This is a big fortune, if you run into a toilet cleaner, would you also invite him in?" Hu Jinyao asked with deep meaning: "This, this is appropriate?"

  "What's wrong with that?" The old lady said: "That is also fate!"

  "This isn't the problem." Chen Yuntian raised his doubts: "The key is, will there be any problems with this. For example, who is going to take care of it? Is it reliable or not?"

  Chen Yuntian has been in officialdom for a long time, what kind of thing hasn't he experienced? Some things haven't happened to him personally, but they have happened to others.

  That year, when he first came to Lanhe City as secretary, there was an incident where superstition was used to lure cadres into the water. A contractor named Fangyuan Construction Company wanted to contract the construction project of the Municipal Radio and Television Center, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get in touch with the newly appointed Director of the Municipal Radio and Television Bureau, Su Qianli.

  At this urgent moment, Jiao Yinwen, the No. 1 host of Lanhe TV Station and the No. 1 beauty in Lanhe Radio and Television System, arrived.

  Jiao Yinwen was a fellow townsman of Bao's and spoke very casually: "I have a way to make you take down the Director of the Radio and Television Bureau."

  The foreman's eyes suddenly lit up, and he grabbed the hand of Female Host No. 1: "Yinwen sister, if you help me get this project, I'll give you a reward of 200,000!"

  Bao Gongtou drove the car, taking Jiao Yinyin more than 100 kilometers out of town to the countryside. Bao Gongtou urged Jiao Yinyin: "You'd better tell me, what's the point of coming to the countryside? Is the home of the Director of Radio and Television here?"

  "Don't be in a hurry, impatience can't eat hot tofu. Pull your car over and slow down." Jiao Yinyin pointed to a rural residential area on the left front side and said: "Do you see? Why are there so many cars in that place?"

  "That's right." The foreman was also surprised: "They are all small cars, what's going on?"

  "Turn left in the morning, go straight inside, and stop the car in front of the tallest building."

  The contractor drove past many cars and discovered a new continent: "Strange, just look at this high-end car and you'll know, it's not a big shot, it must be a leader!"

  The car stopped beside several cars in front of the building, and a young man opened the door: "Secretary Zhou is at home, please come in!"

  Jiao Yinwen got out of the car and walked straight forward. Bao Gantou followed closely behind, his mind full of doubts, as they entered the grand and luxurious courtyard. Jiao Yinwen led Bao Gantou to the second floor, to the reception room of Zhou Dagui, the Party Secretary of Hou Shan Village. Inside, many people were smoking and chatting.

  Zhou Dagui saw Jiao Yinyin and came over excitedly to shake hands: "Sister Yin has arrived, a rare guest! Please come in!"

  Zhou Dagui made a gesture at the door, and Jiao Yinwen went in. Zhou Dagui then shook hands with the foreman: "Please come in!"

  Bao Gongtou walked into the inner room under Zhou Dagui's guidance. The inner room was a north-facing corridor, and Jiao Yinwen was standing in front of the last door waiting for Bao Gongtou.

  After the three walked into the large living room with thick carpets, Jiao Yinyin introduced: "Secretary Zhou is my aunt's son, he is older than you, just call him brother... This is my fellow villager, Mr. Du Changhe of Lanhe Fangyuan Construction Company."

  Zhou Dagui said: "The sister brought it, it must be a reliable person, say, what's the matter?"

  Jiao Yinwen pulled out a piece of paper and a photo from her bag: "This is all his information."

  "Alright! Since she's a friend of my sister, I'll give you a discount. Mr. Du, pay 10,000 yuan and we're settled."

  Du Changhe saw Jiao Yinwen nodding at him and took out a card: "This is 100,000 yuan."

  "Ten million is just ten million, bro, this matter can't have any mistakes."

  On the way back to the city, Jiao Yinwen said to Du Changhe: "Fellow countryman, rest assured, just wait for the contract to build the Guangdong Broadcasting Center Building!"

  ……

  A few days later, the director of Lanhe City Radio and Television Bureau, Suo Qianli, disguised himself as a big boss and drove alone to Hou Shan Village to find Party Secretary Zhou Dagui. He asked Secretary Zhou to recommend a most insightful fortune teller for him to guide him out of his confusion. Secretary Zhou said it was no problem, but...

  "But what?"

  "Good goods aren't cheap, boss!"

  "Isn't it just about money? Name your price."

  "This number." Old Zhou stretched out five fingers.

  "Five hundred thousand? That's too much."

  "Boss, I'm asking you, is it expensive? It's worth spending money on. This old lady is a living goddess! So, you get what you pay for."

  "You mean, let the living goddess blind old lady... "

  "Boss, don't underestimate this blind old lady, she's incredibly skilled!"

  "If it were her, we would have made a deal."

  Zhou Daguang, Old Zhou, went into the inner room and turned on the computer. The monitor immediately displayed the following words: The visitor is Su Qianli, Director of Lanhe City Radio and Television Bureau, and Zhou's aunt's "goods".

  Zhou Dagui dialed Jiao Yinwen's phone: "Sister, the 'goods' have arrived."

  "What goods?"

  "Search for thousands of miles."

  "That's great! Old brother, he has a lot of money, when I was transferred to the regular army, he still owed me 40,000 yuan! Take revenge for my sister, at least swindle him out of 400,000 yuan!"

  "No problem!"

  Zhou Dagui sent Su Qianli's information to the mailbox of Huo Shenshen's old secretary, and issued an order: Ten minutes later, receive the "goods"!

  Zhou Dagui came out from the inner room and said to Su Qianli, "Sorry, I have to accompany you to Huashen's place, so I need to hand over my current work."

  Su Qianli said: "Thank you, Mr. Zhou."

  "Don't be polite, once you arrive at our village, you're a good friend of ours!"

  He saw the guests finish their drinks and said: "Let's go there first, if we go late and get surrounded, it will be troublesome!"

  "Okay. Old Zhou, is his home far from here?"

  "Didn't you notice there's a house in front with several cars parked when you came over?"

  "It's been found." Su Qianli said: "Oh, is that her old home?"

  "Yes."

  "Mr. Zhou, take my car."

  "Let's just go our separate ways for now. Who knows, maybe I'll have something else going on later."

  "Alright then. You lead the way."

  Two cars stopped at the side of the two-story building of Huashen's old lady. There were already more than a dozen high-end and ordinary cars parked here.