Chen Jiancai hadn't expected him to refuse so decisively, but he understood what Xu Xiangyang was thinking.
He wasn't optimistic about the plan either, since there weren't enough drivers available, and if another one were transferred away, they would be overwhelmed with work.
"Okay, I understand. You can go back now. I'll talk to Director Liu about this." He nodded and told Xu Xiangyang to go back.
It seemed that Director Liu was just asking, so if Xu Xiangyang didn't want to go, then he wouldn't go.
Xu Xiangyang, however, had no idea what was going on. He guessed that perhaps after helping out yesterday, Director Yang thought he was a promising talent, and therefore wanted to poach him…
That's unlikely.
Actually, Director Liu heard it from others; Director Yang had taken him to a meeting yesterday.
Asking Xu Xiangyang was just a whim. If he wanted to be a secretary, that would be even better, but if he didn't, no one would force him.
As the day went by, Xu Xiangyang lived in constant fear, worried that Director Yang would take a liking to him and make him his secretary.
After all, he is very talented, so it's normal for his superiors to think highly of him.
It turned out his worries were unfounded; apart from Mr. Chen mentioning it to him in the morning, no one else asked him about it.
Xu Xiangyang felt relieved. As long as he wasn't made to be a secretary, he was willing to agree to anything.
In his past life, he also frequently socialized with his boss, but it wasn't as formal as it is now.
He would never be a secretary anyway; he'd rather be a grain handler.
That evening, Xu Xiangyang rummaged through his wardrobe in his space. It was full of clothes he had found. He washed them and put them away in his wardrobe, as they were his size.
I can't dress poorly for the party tomorrow, especially since Qian Wenqing said they're all powerful and influential people.
In that case, the worse you dress, the less respect people will have for you.
After thinking for a moment, Xu Xiangyang took out a gray Zhongshan suit. This color made him look younger, and he paired it with a white shirt.
After he closed his clothes, he definitely looked different. If he hadn't said anything, everyone would have assumed he was from a wealthy family or something.
But thinking about Liu Feng, he felt that he couldn't possibly be dressed any better than Liu Feng, could he?
However, Liu Feng dressed very well at the last class reunion, so I guess he won't be any less so this time.
Xu Xiangyang put the clothes away with peace of mind, then fixed his hair. It had been a long time since he'd had a haircut, and his hair had grown quite long.
He tentatively parted his hair in a 3:7 ratio, then made the top of his head a little fluffy, making him look like a young heartthrob from later generations.
Um……
As expected, handsome people look good no matter what.
After showing off for a while, Xu Xiangyang went to take a shower and have dinner. He planned to get up early tomorrow and get a haircut.
Hair that's too long won't do either; it has to be at least past the eyebrows but not the eyes.
The next morning, Xu Xiangyang went straight to the barbershop and, following his instructions, the barber frowned as he finished.
"Yes, yes, that's it." Xu Xiangyang proudly showed off his work. The effect was great; he just needed to get it styled when he got back.
The barber shook his head; he couldn't see what was so good about it. A buzz cut was much neater, wasn't it?
When Xu Xiangyang stood at the entrance of the grain bureau, Liu Feng was already stunned.
This kid has changed a lot in just one day?
Whether I should say it or not, Xu Xiangyang is quite good at dressing up. Although he hasn't been exposed to any trends, he has seen plenty of young and handsome men.
When you go out for social events, you go to bars or similar places where all the men are handsome, not to mention celebrities.
So, even if I haven't dressed up, I've still seen it.
Liu Feng felt quite uncomfortable; he had to admit that Xu Xiangyang was good-looking.
Gone is the destitute state he was in school; now he looks incredibly spirited.
"You're here." He walked over and greeted them.
Seeing that he was dressed well, Xu Xiangyang breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, saying, "Brother Feng, I just arrived too."
The two walked towards the bus stop, talking as they went. On the way, Liu Feng asked him about his hairstyle out of curiosity.
Xu Xiangyang was embarrassed. He had already blow-dried his hair, and since there was no hairdryer available, he couldn't very well teach others how to style their hair.
"I just woke up like this after a nap, probably from the pressure. I didn't expect it to work so well." He chuckled, managing to brush it off.
As expected, Liu Feng didn't ask any more questions, and the two of them took a car to a small courtyard.
There are several Western-style buildings nearby, but they have been sealed off. Judging from the seals, they were put up in the last couple of days.
It's likely that Xu Xiangyang has been at work the whole time, so he has no idea what's going on outside.
Seeing that there were still people protesting in the street, he turned his head away and refused to look. Even if he did look, he couldn't help, and it would only make him feel bad.
Liu Feng, however, was not surprised. Although he had not joined the Red Armband team, he had seen this kind of scene before.
He knocked on the door of the courtyard, and after a short while, a man in his twenties opened the door.
Seeing it was him, he smiled and said, "We've been waiting for you. Come in."
Xu Xiangyang, who was standing nearby, also saw it, but didn't ask any questions.
There were three houses in the courtyard. Three people went into the main house, where people were talking.
The place was bustling and lively inside, a stark contrast to the somber atmosphere outside, making one feel very relaxed.
"Hey, Liu Feng's here. Come on, have a seat." A short-haired man waved to him, then noticed another person next to him and asked, "And who is this?"
Liu Feng took the initiative to introduce himself, "This is my high school classmate, and also my current colleague, Xu Xiangyang."
"Come on, Xiangyang, let me introduce you. This is Wu Hao, our childhood brother."
Xu Xiangyang smiled modestly and took the initiative to say, "Hello, Brother Hao."
Wu Hao nodded, and judging from his clothes and appearance, he didn't say much, but he didn't look down on him either.
Xu Xiangyang noticed a young man next to him who looked very familiar.
Suddenly I remembered, wasn't this one of the secretaries I met when I went to the meeting with Director Yang that day?
The man also noticed Xu Xiangyang; he looked familiar, but he didn't ask.
Xu Xiangyang took the initiative to walk over and said in a low voice, "Hello comrade, we've met before, at the municipal government."
The man realized that Xu Xiangyang's attire was different today than it had been that day. However, he still recognized him and nodded. "My name is Cao Yajun."
Xu Xiangyang didn't know which leader he was the secretary to, but he knew that the people who went that day were not ordinary leaders.
He was very enthusiastic towards Cao Yajun, chatting casually without asking about work or anything about the place.
Most people won't ask too many questions easily; if you know the answer, someone will tell you. Asking around and asking questions will only annoy people, and they won't want to come back next time.
"Come on, let's get together!" Wu Hao called out, and several people sat at a table. Some went to play mahjong, while others played cards.
Xu Xiangyang: Σ(°△°|||)︴
this……
Gambling?
He thought the party was just about eating and drinking, but he ended up playing mahjong and cards here?
He learned something new; city people really know how to have fun!
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