Lao Tzu is a toad

Chapter 279 Siheyuan

On the second day of the first lunar month, the formerly crowded Zhao family mansion was almost completely wiped out. Fortunately, it was not the trees that fell and the monkeys scattered, but went their separate ways or went back to their own homes. Qi Dongcao, Huang Ruiyang, and the younger generation of Jinhai elites from the family all followed Zhao Taizu Going to Yanjing, the seawater desalination project is too huge. There are as many as a dozen ministries and commissions that need to be linked with Yanjing alone. There must be no mistakes in any link, and it needs to be carefully managed step by step. It is hard for the outside world to imagine such a huge impact on the entire body of Jinhai. The strategic plan, Zhao Taizu, was completely handed over to a woman who was not yet 25 years old. Even though this comet-like rising female business star had an impressive record in previous cases, most business critics thought that Zhao Taizu was too childish. Abandoning Wang Houde, a group of veterans who are mature, prudent, and well-connected, inevitably some economists speculated whether Zhao Taizu had a gap with senior executives such as Shifo, and it would be difficult to have the honeymoon state that Bole knew each other like glue.

Zhao Jiadi followed Wang Banjin to Yanjing, and the two drove a BMW 7 series in exchange. Zhao Jiadi first went to ts city and met a pair of parents before driving to Yanjing. Zhao Jiadi’s impression is that apart from being big, it’s a big city. The people there have big hats, some have a big tone, and some have a big heart. The offices of ministries and agencies covering their faces in the alleys, this is the background and city hall that match the red capital. TS is not far from Beijing and Tianjin, but Zhao Jiadi has been here very few times. It was better to change the car. Wang Banjin, however, rooted his ass in the passenger seat recklessly, sorted out the photographs stored on the computer, dug out his favorite masterpieces, and carried the computer to Zhao Jiadi, ignoring the driver's nervousness on the highway. Feeling, Zhao Jia was furious for the first time, he couldn't bear it, and finally swears, "Wang Banjin, you go away and cool off, if you bother me again, I will die with you."Wang Banjin curled his lips, realizing his conscience, and finally let Zhao Jia go first.Finally arrived in Yanjing City safely, Wang Banjin called his mother Wang Zhuyun to report the itinerary, and then Wang Banjin gave directions blindly, making Zhao Jiadi go on the wrong road for at least half an hour,

After trekking through mountains and rivers, they came to the street that Zhao Jiadi was familiar with. This area can be regarded as the line from Muxidi to the south gate of Yuyuantan.

Wang Banjin brazenly said that my sister's sense of direction is pretty good. Zhao Jiadi didn't bother to pay attention to it, and stopped the car silently. There must be no parking spaces on the street outside the courtyard, and it was crowded with military or government license plates. The car with the windshield alighting certificate is particularly eye-catching, and the exhibition is average.But most of these cars are in the price range of 40 to 20 yuan, and many are even below 50 yuan. On the contrary, it is rare to see more than [-] yuan. Occasionally, a few good cars of the Land Rover Mercedes-Benz S-Class have relatively mediocre license plates. Jiadi got out of the car and carried a box of tea leaves, it was as simple as that. The tea leaves were old tea from the mountain village that he brought from Guanyin Village. feel good.

Zhao Jiadi was held by Wang Banjin's arm, and walked slowly. The most impressive license plates he saw along the way were two Audi A6s, one from the general staff, and the other from Beijing G6. The origin of the story was told in the past, as always with acrimony: "Actually, some brands were picked off from scrapped cars, and they were not sold in the computer. This car license is funny to look at, and it has been expired for many years, and I am still reluctant to take it off. Have you seen this Land Rover with the A82 section? Hong's father, who is the boss of the State Grid, was reluctant to part with it. He originally installed it on the Audi A2. Later, Han Hong rolled all over the ground and wanted to pass it. It’s genuine, but unfortunately our family doesn’t have many, and it’s not good. My uncle may be the most promising one, but he is only at the deputy ministerial level. Fortunately, he is a real power department, so he finally gained some face. Look, this Beijing 8 is him Be careful, second uncle's daughter, Wang Yanni is the most snobbish girl, you will not be ridiculed by her later, you should be mentally prepared. Besides, Aunt Mei treated me badly because of her sneaking away to Shanghai last time. If you have grievances, you have to speak up for me."

Arrived.

At the entrance of the courtyard with red lanterns stood Wang Zhuyun and Aunt Mei in festive attire, and some men and women, Zhao Jia was the first one who didn’t know each other. He glanced at the Spring Festival couplets on the gate. They were written with brushes, obviously written by the old man of the Wang family. , The pen is strong and vigorous.Seeing Zhao Jiadi and Wang Banjin, the smiles of Wang Zhuyun and Aunt Mei are obviously much more sincere, while the rest of the Wang family members are very symbolic, and most of them look at the uninvited guests of the traitor Zhao family with scrutiny, but they all hide it better. As for the superficial, there was only a young girl standing next to the elegant middle-aged man, staring at her, not even the slightest bit of kindness.Zhao Jiadi called Aunt Mei and Aunt Mei one after another, and Aunt Mei helped introduce them. The people standing at the door were all members of the direct line of the Wang family, especially Wang Qingping, the mainstay of the third generation of the old Wang family. He shook it lightly, and he can be regarded as a typical example of rising to the top by taking advantage of the great wind of cadre rejuvenation. The youngest group of high-ranking officials in China, elite bureaucrats with knowledge and technology, graduated from Peking University with a doctorate, and he has a Confucian demeanor. Half of his tutoring background was accumulated through his own hard work, but it was not official, or even official.

In addition to the peaceful Wang Qingping and his haughty daughter Wang Yanni, there is also Wang Banjin's third uncle Wang Qinghe, who works in the People's Daily and holds a low position, and his wife is an executive at China Shenhua. In college, one is Tsinghua University, one is Renmin University, the husband and wife, children and family all have quiet faces, not sharp, and tend to be scholarly. The second generation of the old Wang family is not very popular. Living in the South for the elderly, I have not been in touch with the old man for half my life, and there must be a big knot that cannot be solved. Wang Banjin doesn't like to talk about these things, so Zhao Jiadi has no way of knowing this red family that has been going downhill for three generations. Insider gossip.

He greeted everyone politely, at most he could barely be regarded as neither humble nor overbearing, and there was no more superfluous imposing manner.

Entering the courtyard, the courtyard has a four-entry pattern, which is very exaggerated, enough to show the power of the old man of the Wang family in the political arena.There are four yards alone, the front yard, the middle yard, the main yard, and a back yard.There is a row of persimmon trees in the front yard, and the old banyan tree that Zhao Jiadi remembers most vividly is planted in the back yard. At the moment, there are six or seven families living in the courtyard, most of whom live temporarily during the Spring Festival, just like ordinary red families. The descendants have all moved away from the yard where they spent their childhood and youth, but some families occupying small courtyards in the long-established alleys are in decline, and their yards have all been recovered by the state. In the East Wing of the courtyard, everyone knows that the old man and ancestor of the family dotes on this great-granddaughter the most. After Wang Zhuyun, who was expected to carry the family's revival with Wang Qingping, went to Putuo Island in Zhoushan, Wang Banjin also went abroad to study. The quadrangle courtyards are becoming more and more deserted, which corresponds to the word "Qing" in the name of the third generation.Brothers Wang Qingping and Wang Qinghe all live in the middle courtyard room, the latter is a permanent resident and works in the Qingshui Yamen, and the old man hates his children and offspring making mistakes in economic issues the most. Compared with the house allocated by the unit, the scholar Wang Qinghe is still happy to live in The courtyard house with a lot of books, on the one hand, there is an old man sitting in the town, no one dares to bother him if he is too ambitious, and on the other hand, a pair of children can accept the old man's personal guidance, which is the greatest intangible benefit.

Today is only the second day of the first lunar month, and there are not too many visitors, and tomorrow will be the peak period. The old man has countless disciples, and the old man is only stingy and evaluates him as "the qualifications are mediocre, without talents, only enough to benefit the whole city." Wang Qingping of "One County" has been able to be in the envious position of being on the rise for more than ten years. The onlookers know it well. His protégés and family friends pay attention to Wang Qingping, who is indeed capable. After all, he deserves the word "Wang Scholar" as mediocre.Because most of the people who were judged by the old man as "talent above mediocrity" were big figures who had once sat in the position of vice-level state.

The main courtyard occupies the largest area. In addition to the original stone benches and tables, a table was moved out of the house, and it was full of people. When they saw Zhao Jiadi, they all had meaningful eyes.

Wang Zhuyun asked Aunt Mei to send the pot of tea to the study opened by the old man from the ear room, and she led Zhao Jiadi to the backyard through the side door.

old banyan tree.

Two large celadon vats half a person's height, dozens of blue-red carps are swimming leisurely, and the bottom of the vat is full of large and small coins. This is the custom of the old Wang family. No matter who is in the family or how old Every time he grows older, he throws a coin into the big fish tank.

An old man of seventy years of age came towards Wang Zhuyun and Zhao Jiadi, and Zhao Jiadi's body shook slightly.I probably know who owns the Beijing G6 on the street outside the courtyard, because Zhao Jiadi has seen the old man in front of him on TV, and the department he is in charge of is the most important among all ministerial units, and he can be called the leader.The one who accompanied the old man out of the yard should be the life secretary of the old man, a middle-aged man in his early 40s, who habitually smiled politely, but compared with the slightly rigid and cold smile of Wang Qinghe, a scholar. Zhao Jiadi has seen this on Li Tan's face, but which of the two is better, one is "nearly up to Tian Ting", the other It's really hard to say that he is a "big border official".

The old man greeted Wang Zhuyun warmly, nodded at Zhao Jiadi with a smile, and passed by. His hair was not dyed, and his temples were particularly frosty, which is extremely rare among party leaders.

Under the banyan tree, the old man was lying on a chair to bask in the sun. The reclining chairs were arranged carefully so that the sun would not be blocked by the old banyan tree with dense branches and leaves.

The old man closed his eyes, holding a radio in his hand, and was listening to a report on current affairs on a channel in Yanjing.

Zhao Jiadi stood not far away, looking at the old man on the recliner, who will be a hundred years old by this time next year, unable to speak, some words that were brewed and rehearsed many times before, all forgotten. net.

The old man opened his eyes, looked at Zhao Jiadi who was seated gently by his grandson Wang Zhuyun but was still a bit reserved, and smiled kindly: "Little Baliang, that little guy who doesn't like reading, right?"

(End of this chapter)