Chapter 1392

Although the snow on the city roads had been cleared, there was still a thin layer of ice and snow on the ground, so the car speed was very slow.

Zhou Andong sat in his car, looking at the thickening New Year atmosphere outside the window, and laughed inexplicably.

Jian Qiu tilted her head to look over: "What are you laughing at?"

Zhou Andong smiled and said: "I was thinking about how Comrade Lao Jian didn't seem to recognize me just now, and the scene where he greeted me so solemnly—it just makes me want to laugh."

Jian Qiu rolled her eyes at him: "What, do you want to take a megaphone and shout, 'I am Jian Zhengxue's son-in-law'?"

"Can I really do that?" Zhou Andong looked at Jian Qiu in shock, but his eyes were full of excited eagerness.

"..."

Jian Qiu looked speechlessly at the man she loved to the bone, who sometimes was so childish he made her teeth itch.

"Wife, what kind of expression is that?" Zhou Andong asked a question he already knew the answer to: "Can I or not? Give me a straight answer."

Jian Qiu gritted her teeth: "I want to bite you to death."

Wang Wentian, who was driving in front, kept his eyes straight ahead, but his hand inconspicuously pinched his own thigh hard to keep himself from laughing out loud.

"What!" Zhou Andong looked at Jian Qiu innocently: "Why is there a life-threatening danger in announcing my relationship with Lao Jian?"

"Pfft!"

Wang Wentian couldn't hold it in anymore and let out a pfft, followed immediately by a fit of coughing.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Zhou Andong asked with great concern: "Wentian, did you catch a cold? If so, hurry up and take some medicine; if that doesn't work, go get an injection. I'll give you a few days off."

"No... no!" Wang Wentian's scalp tightened: "I choked on my saliva; I'm fine now."

Zhou Andong stopped joking and asked solemnly: "How are things with that Huang Yali? When do you plan to get married?"

"Huh?" Wang Wentian widened his eyes and said guiltily: "Wh... what Huang Yali?"

Zhou Andong said in annoyance: "You're dating Huang Yali from the Board Office; did you think everyone was blind and couldn't see?"

Wang Wentian gave a silly laugh but didn't dare to answer.

Zhou Andong was very helpless: "Dating properly isn't something shameful; the Group doesn't forbid it, so why are you hiding it?"

Jian Qiu smiled and said: "Have you met the parents? When are you getting married? When the time comes, I'll have the Chairman give you a big red envelope."

Wang Wentian said honestly: "We plan to meet during the New Year; as for marriage, we haven't planned that yet."

"Alright!" Zhou Andong said: "When you get married, I'll be your witness."

Wang Wentian's eyes lit up, and his mouth stretched all the way to the back of his head: "Chairman, you mean it?"

Zhou Andong laughed: "My word is my bond."

At this moment, the car stopped, and Jian Qiu looked at Zhou Andong: "We're here!"

Zhou Andong said: "Wait a moment, no rush!"

And Wu Huilin, Qian Zhen, and the others, seeing that Zhou Andong hadn't gotten out of the car, didn't get out either.

Jian Zhengxue had come in a Coaster; after the car stopped, he was the first one to get out.

But when he saw the tightly closed gate and the palm-sized iron lock, the smile that had been on his face froze instantly.

At this time, the other provincial leaders, Cheng Zhanjun, and Deng Zhangli also got out of the car and were stunned there—what was going on?

Cheng Zhanjun and Deng Zhangli had also been in the Coaster, so along the way, Cheng Zhanjun had been introducing the construction and investment situation of the industrial park.

You could say that in just under two years, the industrial park had reached its current scale, and Zhou Andong deserved more than half the credit.

Thinking of the pig that had arched his own cabbage, Jian Zhengxue, who had been feeling depressed, had been smiling the whole time.

But looking at the tightly closed gate in front of him, how could he smile? This son-in-law has a rebellious streak.

He begged him to come, and now he's locked the gate tight. What's going on? Is there no food for the hot pot in winter, so he's using his father-in-law as a joke?

Cheng Zhanjun and Deng Zhangli looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion—what kind of trick was Zhou Andong playing?

"Oh my!" Zhou Andong walked over quickly, shouting: "What's going on? I called and notified everyone the day before yesterday that the provincial leaders were coming to inspect today; why is the gate locked?"

After finishing, Zhou Andong looked at Wu Huilin with a livid face: "Chairman Wu, what is going on? Please give me an explanation."

Wu Huilin's expression wasn't very good either: "Yesterday afternoon, we were holding a board meeting at the old factory; because the meeting ended too late, I didn't come back, and I don't know what happened. But before I left for the meeting, I specifically instructed them to be well-prepared for the reception."

Jian Qiu pursed her lips tightly: "Look, everyone, it seems like something is posted on the gate."

"Huh!"

Zhou Andong let out a 'huh', stepped through the snow that was deeper than his calves, walking with heavy, uneven steps over to it.

Then he first pretended to look at it, and after a while, he took down the posted penalty notice.

"Leader!" Zhou Andong handed the penalty notice to Jian Zhengxue: "Please take a look."

Jian Zhengxue took it, glanced at the content, and looked at Zhou Andong with a half-smile: "You don't know about this?"

"I don't." Zhou Andong looked at Wu Huilin and the others: "This is too outrageous; such a big matter, and they didn't report it to me—what are they trying to do?"

Wu Huilin nodded: "This matter is too serious; it must be handled strictly."

At this time, Cheng Zhanjun, Deng Zhangli, and the others also read the penalty notice, and upon hearing the words of Zhou Andong and Wu Huilin, the corners of their mouths twitched.

That's enough; the play you two are putting on is too much. With such a big matter, how much nerve would the people below have to conceal it and stop production on their own authority?

Cheng Zhanjun and Deng Zhangli didn't believe such a thing, and Jian Zhengxue believed it even less; no one else would believe it either, but no one broke the facade.

In their hearts, they were all thinking the same question: what kind of wrong medicine did the Provincial Department of Industry take to issue such a penalty to the Jiangzhou Distillery?

"Serious safety hazards"—this reason is too far-fetched, and the eight-million-yuan fine should have set a record for the highest corporate penalty amount, right?

"Secretary Jian, this is my negligence in my work, wasting your precious time." Zhou Andong said with a gloomy face, looking at his watch: "It's already past three o'clock; you and the other leaders have been in the car all day and must be very tired."

"How about this: go to the guesthouse to rest first, and after I investigate the matter clearly, you can come to the distillery for an inspection tomorrow."

Jian Zhengxue nodded expressionlessly and turned to get into the car.

He was also very confused about this penalty notice, but he had already guessed.

Zhou Andong's clumsy performance today was just to give him a reason to deal with some people.

However, it would definitely be impossible to deal with some people based solely on this penalty notice.

In the next steps, this kid would definitely arrange a big show for him.

So he was very cooperative, because he was also very curious about what the content of the next act would be.