Chapter 1397

The elevator went down quickly and soon reached the first floor. The elevator door opened, and Zhou Andong helped Jian Qiu walk out.

"I've said more than once that in twenty years, our country's economy will definitely reach second in the world, and by then, the United States won't be worth a damn."

Does Jian Qiu believe it? Actually, she doesn't, but she really yearns for it.

"I hope there will really be such a day."

Zhou Andong smiled: "There definitely will be."

"Chairman Zhou!" Wang Zhongqi suddenly appeared: "Secretary Cheng and Mayor Deng are waiting for you in Room 308."

Zhou Andong looked up outside; it was already completely dark: "What time is it? Are they not letting people live?"

Jian Qiu said with a smile: "You go, I'll wait for you in the lounge."

Zhou Andong said with heartache: "This has been going on for half a day; let's open a room here, and we won't go back tonight."

Jian Qiu thought about it; her old father was also staying here, so opening a room was fine.

"Alright, let's stay here tonight."

Zhou Andong said to Wang Zhongqi: "Old Wang, open a room on the second floor, and remember to give me a discount."

Wang Zhongqi said with a smile: "Approve a few more cases of special supply Yugong Wine for me, and it's free."

Zhou Andong curled his lip: "You're dreaming."

Wang Zhongqi rolled his eyes at Zhou Andong: "Asking me to give you a discount, you're dreaming too."

Jian Qiu laughed: "You go!"

"Good!" Zhou Andong gave Wang Zhongqi another instruction and turned toward the elevator.

In Room 308, Cheng Zhanjun and Deng Zhangli were sitting on the sofa smoking.

"Is Jian Qiu Secretary Jian's daughter?"

Deng Zhangli looked at Cheng Zhanjun; the tone was a question, but there was no surprise on his face.

This showed that he actually had suspicions in his heart.

Cheng Zhanjun nodded: "So, this kid Zhou Andong is Secretary Jian's son-in-law."

Deng Zhangli laughed, took the ashtray, and flicked the ash: "This kid was already bold; with Secretary Jian backing him, wouldn't he poke a hole in the sky?"

Cheng Zhanjun also laughed: "Secretary Jian hasn't backed him, and he's already poked several holes in the sky."

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The door was knocked heavily, and Cheng Zhanjun shouted: "Come in!"

Zhou Andong pushed the door open and walked in: "Leaders, it's past six o'clock now. You're forcing me to work overtime; are you giving me overtime pay?"

"Yes!" Deng Zhangli agreed very readily: "Come, sit down, let's chat; as long as the chat is pleasant, we'll definitely give you overtime pay."

Zhou Andong sat down helplessly and picked up the cigarette on the coffee table to light one; ever since Jian Qiu became pregnant, he had been smoking less.

"Hoo!"

Zhou Andong took a deep breath and then exhaled comfortably, looking very satisfied.

"Leaders, what's the matter? Tell me."

"Didn't I say it?" Deng Zhangli said with a smile: "Finding you is just to chat."

"Alright!"

Zhou Andong leaned lazily against the sofa; he had gotten up too early today, and after breakfast, he had been sitting in the conference room chatting nonsense.

After Old Jian arrived, they had been tossing about for half a day; Zhou Andong wasn't tired, just a bit sleepy.

Cheng Zhanjun said: "The day after tomorrow, the new secretary is coming."

Zhou Andong sat up straight, his spirits lifting quite a bit: "Is it that fast?"

"His transfer procedures have been completed, and mine are done too, so there's no need to wait."

Cheng Zhanjun was also very reluctant: "Handover the day after tomorrow; let's meet in the evening and chat."

"Can do!" Zhou Andong nodded: "The new boss is coming; it's good to get to know him first. Besides, he has great admiration for the new boss."

Deng Zhangli asked: "What exactly is going on with that Xiong Zhaoming?"

Zhou Andong knew that these two had asked him to come definitely for this matter.

"He wanted to visit the research institute, and I refused." He explained the matter in detail: "The research projects of the research institute are strictly confidential and absolutely cannot leak any information."

Deng Zhangli said thoughtfully: "According to what you said, this Xiong Zhaoming indeed has problems."

Cheng Zhanjun asked: "What did Secretary Jian say?"

Zhou Andong smoked: "Everything else is easy to talk about, but the matter of him wanting to visit the research institute must be investigated clearly."

After the business was finished, Cheng Zhanjun asked: "Are you and Jian Qiu holding a wedding?"

"Yes!" Zhou Andong said: "We'll hold it this National Day."

"Send me an invitation then," Cheng Zhanjun pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray: "If I have time, I'll come."

Deng Zhangli said with a smile: "I'm close by; I can squeeze out some time at noon to come and drink the wedding wine."

The three chatted about family matters for a while, and seeing it was past seven o'clock, the three dispersed.

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Beijing!

Tong Zheng sat in the study, looking up, his eyes staring straight at the ceiling, with tear stains still remaining at the corners of his eyes.

Tong Mingji, the second son of the Tong family, was Tong Huaiyu's biological father.

At this moment, his face was terrifyingly gloomy, and his teeth were grinding.

"The Fan family, I want to make their whole family die without a burial place."

Tong Mingsheng was dead; they only got the news at noon today, and it was notified by the police.

Tong Zheng, this old thing, had been sitting there without moving since he found out his youngest son was dead.

"Dad!"

Tong Shuhua, Tong Huaiyu's eldest aunt, had eyes swollen from crying.

"Go out and eat something; the third one is already gone, if something happens to you, what will happen to this family?"

"Dad."

Tong Mingji also persuaded: "The matter has already happened; thinking more is useless, just go out and eat something."

Tong Zheng groaned long and slowly sat up straight: "Third one, have you cleaned up everything?"

Tong Mingji said: "There is one more who has been hiding in the U. S. Embassy; as soon as the news of the third one's accident gets in, the last tail will definitely be cut off."

Tong Zheng nodded, grabbing the armrests of the chair with both hands, as if he had used all his strength to stand up.

Tong Shuhua hurried over to support him: "Slowly."

"I'm not old enough to be unable to walk," Tong Zheng pushed his daughter's hand away and walked out of the study.

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In the embassy's internal restaurant, a foreigner with yellow hair, whose age couldn't be determined, was eating steak.

At this time, another foreigner walked over, holding a bottle of red wine in his hand.

"Hi, Miller, I've been looking for you for a while."

Miller looked up and saw the guy in front of him holding red wine, his eyes lighting up.

"Dear Brown, you are truly my good brother, knowing that I haven't had wine to drink for several days."

Brown sat down, opened the red wine, and poured a glass for Miller.

"See how it is; I've collected this bottle of wine for more than ten years, and I only felt willing to take it out because you're going back to your country."

Miller couldn't wait to pick up the wine glass and drank it in one breath.