Chapter 112

Qiao Wei also had something to say.

"Why you?" she asked.

Huang Zengyue looked at her for a moment with his hands in his trouser pockets, turned around, and refused to answer the question.

Qiao Wei stood up and grabbed his arm.

As long as people are alive and breathing, they will naturally have various emotions with other people around them, deep or shallow.

Friendship, trust, dependence, like, hate, suspicion, good or bad, all.

In the past year and a half of working together, even people like Qiao Wei gradually let down their guard and began to trust Huang Zengyue.

Of course, it may also be that Secretary Meng's trust in Huang Zengyue influenced her.

People are always accustomed to trusting the judgment of stronger people.

In the officialdom, it is obvious that Secretary Meng has more experience and skills than Qiao Wei. After spending a long time together, Qiao Wei gradually got used to trusting Secretary Meng's judgment.

Not to mention the cooperation and communication between her and Huang Zengyue, helping each other and trusting each other.

No matter from which angle, this betrayal is infuriating.

Huang Zengyue turned his head to look at her.

Qiao Wei gritted her teeth: "He values ​​you the most."

Because he values ​​you, he gives you power. How can Huang Zengyue do so many things? It's because Secretary Meng lets him share his power.

Qiao Wei only shared a little, and she was able to easily arrange for Gangzi to enter the technical school. Huang Zengyue shared more, so naturally he personally benefited more.

Glasses cannot hide people's eyes.

Huang Zengyue's eyes and mouth were full of sarcasm.

"You think so highly of me?" he said, "Why don't you marry your daughter to me?"

Qiao Wei let go of her hand in astonishment.

"You..." she said, "You and your lover are not..."

Huang Zengyue and his lover were not only high school classmates, but also childhood sweethearts. One is a writer, the other is a painter.

Whenever he mentioned family and spouse, he always seemed to have to praise his wife a few words.

Qiao Wei's impression of them as a couple was that they were very loving and had a good relationship.

"The three of us are classmates." Huang Zengyue answered her confusion, "There are only two high schools in the county. She is Meng Zuoyi's third daughter, and she and we are in the same class."

But Qiao Wei has already integrated into this era. She asked: "Are you and her in a relationship?"

Love at that time was not like in later generations. In real big cities such as Beijing and Shanghai, there may be a few truly free loves. But in small counties and towns, a man and a woman cannot start a relationship without a matchmaker or the consent of both parents.

Sure enough, Huang Zengyue paused and said: "I have told her that she will ask her father for it. As long as her father agrees, we can confirm the relationship."

Qiao Wei asked: "Did the secretary break up the two of you?"

This matter, this past event, is only known to the two parties involved. Even his wife doesn't know.

Because as Qiao Wei knew, young men and women cannot start a relationship without a formal introducer or parental consent.

In fact, there has never been a confirmed relationship between Huang Zengyue and that "she". Boys and girls in this era were not so open. Two people could not interact publicly and rarely acted alone.

The so-called love is when he holds her hand and she holds it when handing out homework, and they let go a second later.

He is at one end of the classroom and she is at the other end of the classroom, and their eyes meet in the air.

This cannot be known by others.

When graduation was approaching, she promised him that she would go back and tell her father that she liked a boy and let her father agree to their relationship.

But when I saw her again, she had changed her mind.

She followed her father's arrangement and went to work in Lin City. She followed her father's arrangement, met the right person, established a relationship, and got married six months later.

Secretary Meng's three daughters all married in Lin City, and all married into high-class families.

When the youngest daughter came to express her feelings to her father, her father did not agree.

Of course, she was a little naive at that age. The youngest daughter begged her father and told him that the boy was really talented.

But his family was much worse than hers.

Secretary Meng said, then you should be mentally prepared. When your father is gone in the future, you should go to your sisters' homes more frequently. Don't go empty-handed, bring something every time. Be tactful, bend to your brothers-in-law and their families, serve tea when you should, and say nice things when you should.

Ask for help in a proper manner.

The youngest daughter was stunned: Why should I ask for help?

The father looked at her with pity: If he marries a daughter-in-law of your background, his elder brother, his second uncle, his third uncle, his cousin, his nephew, and his nephew will all have to come to you for help when they are transferred to work or when their children go to school.

Go and see what those people are like outside our house, look more and learn now.

There are often people wandering outside our house.

They stand at the door with a smile on their faces, bend deeply, and hold gifts in front of them, but not only can people not enter the door, but even the gifts cannot enter.

Even so, the smile on their face is not reduced at all.

This is also a skill, the father said, you have to learn it, and you have to learn it now. If you want to choose such a person, from now on, you must learn to bend to people and smile at them like this.

The father easily broke down the little daughter's defense.

Children from cadre families have seen much more than ordinary families since childhood.

Innocence faded away quickly.

She chose to follow her father's arrangement, to meet, to date, to get married, and walked the same path as her sisters.

Qiao Wei simply didn't know how to comment on this matter.

"You call this breaking up? The ambiguous period of high school kids' vague affection is over. When you reach a certain age, there is no need to break it up, it will naturally break up."

"You, Huang Zengyue, you are the father of three children!"

"That was many years ago!"

Huang Zengyue said, "You don't understand."

He touched his chest: "There is a thorn that has been stuck here."

You've been abandoned.

You've been abandoned.

"I'm just asking you, does the secretary know about this?" Qiao Wei asked, "I mean, does he know that the person his daughter mentioned is you?"

The muscles on Huang Zengyue's cheek moved slightly.

"She arranged the job for me," he said, "We all know it tacitly."

The romantic relationship had never been established. She said she had considered it and felt it was inappropriate.

He didn't pester her. Everyone was calm, no one lost their temper, no one was hysterical.

It seemed peaceful and friendly.

Maybe they couldn't start a relationship, but after all, they were classmates and friends, not lovers, but more than friends.

She introduced him to her father.

No one broke the news. The gentle and calm young man had the talent to know when to advance and when to retreat. The deep and experienced leader had the vision to appreciate people.

Especially in the eyes of a man like Meng Zuoyi, what is love? Love is a matchmaker arranging a meeting, a reply in three days, and getting to know each other after a few months.

It is not some vague ambiguity. Love is not as important as a man's career and ambition.

A good man will not take the vague goodwill in the youthful atmosphere of his youth too seriously. When the opportunity comes, a man should of course choose the opportunity.

He admires his talent and calm character, and he gives him the opportunity.

When his performance makes him satisfied, he begins to promote him.

The young man with an ordinary family background and ambition is destined to rely on him.

Even Huang Zengyue admitted that although he has always hidden that thorn in his heart, if there is no other way to go, he will certainly let himself bow his head, bend his waist, and follow this man loyally.

Maybe the pursuit will last a lifetime. Maybe when the man retires, he is still in his prime and has to visit the old leader from time to time with gifts.

The thorn only hurts him occasionally in the middle of the night when no one is around. He thinks with his eyes closed, am I worse than others? Why was I abandoned?

But what can you do when you don't have the strength to overturn the table? Just bear it.

There is no other way to go.

...

Who would have thought that the way would come after the changing situation.

Shanghai set an example for the whole country.

Huang Zengyue saw it clearly that another way that did not exist at all appeared out of thin air.

The lower class overthrows the upper class.

The abandoned person can turn over and step on the enemy.

The thorn buried deep in his heart can finally be pulled out.

I am no worse than anyone else.

Qiao Wei felt powerless as she watched Huang Zengyue leave.

She rubbed her face hard and went back to the office.

There was no proper work to do at this time.

The office was in a mess. Secretary Meng's office door was open, and the inside was turned upside down.

Everyone just stayed in the office out of habit, because they didn't know where else to stay.

Seeing Qiao Wei coming back, everyone seemed to have a backbone and came over to ask: "Qiao Wei, what are we doing now?"

Qiao Wei glanced at Huang Zengyue's empty desk.

She opened her drawer and took out tea leaves: "Have some tea."

Everyone looked at each other, but it seemed... really... there was nothing else to do except drink tea.

Forget it, let's have some tea.

With one hour left before the end of the workday, Qiao Wei cleaned up her desk and put on her backpack: "Let's go, see you tomorrow." After

she left, everyone followed suit and left one by one.

The office was suddenly empty.

No one was in charge.

Who cares?

Just take care of your own business.

Qiao Wei returned to the town and saw several young people in green military uniforms running down the street as soon as she got off the car. They all wore red armbands.

Qiao Wei stared at the backs of those young people going away.

She led Yan Xiang home.

They came back so early today, who knew there was someone at home. Yan Lei was already at home, and Secretary Gao, Mayor Xie, and Director Fang were all there.

Seeing her, the men in the yard all stood up.

"Qiao Wei, why did you come back so early? What's the situation in the county now?" They asked in unison, "How is Secretary Meng?"

It was obvious that they had already received the news.

Only Yan Lei said, "Have a drink of water first."

The men stopped talking awkwardly.

Qiao Wei asked Yan Xiang to go back to the house to play, took the teacup handed over by Yan Lei, and drank half of it.

Yan Lei took the teacup and said, "We all got the news. Secretary Meng was arrested last night. The commander asked me to come back and wait for you to see if you have any news."

Secretary Gao and others were also waiting eagerly. They also got the news, but they didn't know what the situation was today.

At this time, the advantage of having someone in the county was revealed - Qiao Wei could bring back first-hand news, fresh and warm.

Qiao Wei told everyone what happened in the county today.

None of the men in this yard are naive. Everyone knows that Secretary Meng's throne has collapsed.

After all, this wave of movement spread from the provincial capital to the cities, and then to the counties. This situation has happened many times in the provincial capital and cities.

Even now, there is a trend of stirring in the town. Everyone is in danger.

Qiao Wei thought of the young men and women with red armbands across the street when she got off the car just now.

She raised her eyes: "Xiahekou must be stable. The military families are all here. If the town is unstable, the hearts of the military families are also unstable."

She didn't say more.

But Yan Lei understood.

If everything around you is in chaos, your heart will easily follow suit.

There are so many people in the military region, and the base is large. If a few people with ideas stand up, they might incite something.

The troops must not be in chaos.

First of all, we must not let the lower river mouth cause chaos.

The couple exchanged glances and stood up.

"Let's go, Secretary, Mayor, Director." Yan Lei said, "Let's go see the teacher."