0009 12 Idiot
After hearing this, Ling Qingyun also put his hands behind his back and looked at Secretary Xue.
The two exchanged glances, remaining silent for a while before Ling Qingyun finally spoke: "Is it possible to arrange... What are your thoughts on the Chinese team?"
Secretary Xue lowered his head and swept the grass with his foot. "As long as it's not embarrassing, it's fine. After all, it's a sporting event, fairness and impartiality are the most important." He smiled and turned completely to look at Ling Qingyun. "Do you think this can be done?"
"The president has been in office for nearly five years. As long as there is no major opposition, it will definitely be done. Besides, it is also good for economic development, so it is something that everyone is happy to see."
Secretary Xue frowned, sighed, and shook his head. "That's the problem. The government spends most of its budget on aid to Africa, the purchase of advanced weapons, and a series of diplomatic activities. It seems a bit out of touch with reality to dedicate the whole country to hosting a football match."
"But now the country urgently needs a large-scale event that can stimulate the economy. In addition to providing real financial support to the national economy, it is more important to enrich the people's spirit and give them motivation."
Ling Qingyun fully understood the chairman's meaning, nodded and said to Xue Yan'an, "Secretary Xue, don't rush, take it one step at a time." After saying that, he smiled and patted Xue Yan'an on the shoulder, "When we have the meeting on Monday, I'll bring it up first, see what everyone thinks, and write a report while I'm at it."
Secretary Xue smiled with satisfaction, "Nothing in this world is simple. This is only the first step in the Long March of the Red Army." Then she turned around, took the teacup from Ling Xingzhi's hand, took a sip, and looked at him, saying, "How have you been lately? Busy?"
Ling Xingzhi neither denied nor admitted it, responding to the questions from his superiors and elders with a faint smile, "Routine administrative affairs, the military parade is about to begin, and various military regions are also heading to Beijing, busy, but not busy."
"Hmm, not bad," Secretary Xue finished his tea and picked up his own teacup. "We definitely need to tighten security for the military parade. How's the Ministry of State Security doing? Any progress on the spies... agents lately?"
"Most of the activities are economic, while the others are minor and the Ministry of State Security hasn't made any major moves."
Secretary Xue's expression turned serious. "The Chairman attaches great importance to this military parade. In addition to amending the Constitution and the Chairman's re-election, the Two Sessions next year will focus on demonstrating the demeanor of a great power and a strong military."
Ling Xingzhi nodded, "Okay, I guarantee I'll complete the mission."
Leaving the golf club, the car drove along Chang'an Avenue, passing the Forbidden City.
Ling Xingzhi tapped his finger on the car window. "Father, it's one thing for China to want to host the World Cup, but it's another thing whether FIFA will allow us to host it."
“Why wouldn’t they allow it…” Ling Qingyun sighed after hearing this. “These kinds of organizations are such a hassle. FIFA is not under the jurisdiction of any government; all they care about is money.”
"Anything that can be solved with money isn't a problem."
Ling Qingyun chuckled, his face trembling with laughter. "Qatar bribed FIFA to hold the World Cup in winter. That wretched place's specialty is oil, and pure gold keeps springing up from the ground. It cost them over 200 billion. If China were to host it again, the budget would be a problem."
The amount of money each country spends on the World Cup is increasing year by year. Although the United States spent less money, it was because their country has many large stadiums. As for China, apart from the Bird's Nest and Workers' Stadium in Beijing, Shanghai does not have a large venue suitable for hosting the World Cup.
Ling Xingzhi, however, did not take it seriously. "Hosting the World Cup is a long-term project. Every year, more than a billion yuan is taken from the national treasury for construction, which can also stimulate the economy... In fact, it can be considered as doing a lot with a little money."
Ling Qingyun frowned. "Then what do you suggest we do after the World Cup? Tear down the stadium again? There aren't many concerts in China to begin with, and the few singers we've promoted are all mediocre. Who can hold up this venue?"
Ling Xingzhi and his father looked at each other. "Then let foreigners come to China to hold concerts, and at the same time cultivate our own domestic cultural and entertainment market. Let capital intervene less. If we let capital continue to run rampant, not to mention the direction of public opinion, the cultural foundation of the country itself will disappear sooner or later."
"Hmph, you idiot, you wish!" Ling Qingyun cursed and turned to look out the window.
Ling Xingzhi stopped, turned his head to look at the car window, and saw his own face reflected in it. He gave a mocking smile.
After a while, the car arrived downstairs at Ling Qingyun's house. "Don't make any rash moves before I take action!"
Ling Xingzhi watched his father get out of the car, the smile on his face vanishing. Just then, his phone rang. He glanced at it, answered, and it was his assistant, Li Qingshan. "Secretary, Zhou Xiye has a younger brother, Zhou Pei, who's in the Beijing Military Region..."
After hearing his report, Ling Xingzhi hummed in agreement and hung up the phone.
The car drove for a long time before finally stopping in front of her house. Ling Xingzhi didn't get out of the car; she leaned back in her seat with her eyes closed. The driver and Chen Ran didn't dare say a word, waiting silently.
After a long while, the sound of high heels was heard, followed by knocking on the car window. The window rolled down, and Wei Luochen's face appeared. "Secretary Ling, you're thirty-five now. You can't still be that little kid who goes to the brothel for comfort after being scolded by your father!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Ran and the driver, Du, hurriedly got out of the car. Wei Luochen opened the other car door and sat down next to Ling Xingzhi.
Ling Xingzhi didn't open his eyes. "I have no intention of going to see her."
"Then why don't you get off the bus!"
Wei Luochen immediately followed up with his question, his tone aggressive.
Ling Xingzhi slowly opened his eyes, turned his head to look at Wei Luochen, and said, "I'm thinking about something."
"What is it that you have to think about in the car?" Wei Luochen asked nervously.
Ling Xingzhi shook his head, pushed open the car door, and said, "Let's go back."
Wei Luochen got out of the car from the other side, but before he could turn around, he saw Ling Xingzhi open the driver's side door and drive away the next second.
"Order! Execute! Cease!"
Wei Luochen ran a few steps in her high heels, twisted her ankle, and watched the car disappear from sight. Tears welled up in her eyes.
Ling Xingzhi drove very fast, ignoring traffic lights. He didn't want to go find Kong Lingqi; he didn't want to see anyone right now. But for some reason, as the car drove past Renmin University, he saw Zhou Xiye walking along the roadside with a tall boy.
She was also holding flowers in her arms.
When the driver stopped the car, a policeman in the distance walked over, intending to tell him that parking was not allowed there, but walked away after seeing the license plate.
He lit a cigarette and watched the two people strolling in the distance. At that moment, he was filled with images of the two of them having sex, her warm vagina enveloping him.
Her little acts of resistance were also quite interesting; their lovemaking was like a battle.
Thinking of this, Ling Xingzhi smiled and took a drag of his cigarette.
Once everyone was out of sight, Ling Xingzhi stubbed out his cigarette, turned the car around, and drove towards his house. Pushing open his door, he saw a stark contrast of black and white, cold and impersonal, as if no one lived there. He enjoyed his own world, the stark contrast of black and white, his shoes carelessly tossed aside.
One wall in the living room is covered with vinyl records, and there's also a huge speaker.
He pulled out a vinyl record, turned on the music, and the sound of the speakers almost shook the dust in the air, filling the quiet home with elegant symphonic music. Ling Xingzhi hummed the music, took a bottle of white wine from the wine cabinet, and poured himself a full glass.
He tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, then walked to the bedside and plopped down on it.
The sound of the symphony was deafening, like it was shattering eardrums.
What happened today is nothing compared to the demonic acts of Ling Qingshan, which are far more terrifying than the word "idiot." They are a nightmare he cannot escape, a hell he cannot flee from.
Ling Xingzhi stayed alone in his apartment for two days, and apart from drinking, he didn't eat anything.
The next morning, at the morning meeting, each department reported on the latest progress regarding the military parade.
After finally finishing the report and covering most of the meeting's content, Ling Xingzhi showed no sign of adjourning. Smiling, he sat at the head of the table and asked everyone, "Has everyone eaten breakfast?"
Such is the nature of their actions; their behavior is unpredictable, and their moods are impossible to fathom.
Li Qingshan smiled and nodded, "I've eaten. What about you, Secretary?"
Ling Xingzhi nodded and changed the subject, "How many stadiums are there in Beijing now? Besides the Bird's Nest, where else can you find a stadium with a capacity of 50,000 or more?"
The people at the meeting shook their heads and said no, so Ling Xingzhi asked again, "Are there any vacant lots left in Beijing? Or unfinished buildings?"
There were many more. The meeting lasted for another half hour before it ended. Afterwards, Li Qingshan went to Ling Xingzhi's office and poured him a cup of tea. Ling Xingzhi took out a red box from the drawer next to him and pushed it to Li Qingshan, saying, "This tea was given to you by Secretary Xue."
Li Qingshan looked at him. The tea that Secretary Xue gave him must have been top-quality, so why did he give it to him again?
Ling Xingzhi waved his hand, "Take it, first help me look at the places in Beijing, and then..." He thought of Zhou Xiye, "Contact the directors of the Beijing offices, Shanghai, Shenzhen, Guangzhou, Taiyuan, Shijiazhuang, Shenyang... Qingdao, have these directors hold a meeting and have a meal together."
Li Qingshan nodded and wrote it down. As he was leaving, Ling Xingzhi called him back, "Wait, add the one from Xiangtan."
"Huh?" Li Qingshan was puzzled for a moment, then composed himself and walked out. He was just told to keep an eye on Zhou Xiye, and now she's being added to the meeting?
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