Chapter 1400

The north wind is blowing, the snowflakes are drifting.

The snowflakes are drifting, the year is coming.

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Seeing Tong Huaiyu wrapped his cotton-padded coat tightly, bent over, and walked forward against the biting north wind.

It felt as if the song "The North Wind is Blowing" was playing in his ears, especially since there were no streetlights here.

It had snowed all day yesterday, and he was walking with deep and shallow steps, having just fallen twice in a row.

"Plop!"

Seeing Tong Huaiyu slipped and fell heavily to the ground again; he wanted to cry.

Physical pain was nothing; psychological trauma was what was painful.

He felt he was even more miserable than Yang Bailao, and couldn't help but hate Zhang Zuo to the bone.

He crawled up and roared angrily: "Zhang Zuo, I won't..."

"Plop!"

This guy lifted his foot, just took one step, and fell heavily to the ground again.

"... let you off!"

Seeing Tong Huaiyu was tearful, lying on the cold snow, looking up, roaring the last three words unwillingly.

Then he stubbornly crawled up and continued to walk forward against the whistling north wind.

His face hurt as if it were being cut by a knife, and his hands were frozen numb, even if he put them in his cotton coat pockets, it didn't help.

He knew that if he went on like this, he would probably freeze to death, so he gritted his teeth, opened his legs, and started running.

It didn't take long for his body to heat up, and his frozen numb hands also eased up.

Just like that, running and walking, it was almost dawn when he finally reached the city; he stood by the side of the road, looking at the bright streetlights, and really cried.

That sadness was as if his whole family had died, and he had also contracted a terminal illness and was not long for this world.

Citizens getting off the night shift, whether walking or riding bicycles, saw a man wearing a big cotton coat, with messy hair and a face full of exhaustion, standing there crying.

One by one, they shook their heads and sighed at the hardships of the world and the difficulty of life. Thinking of themselves, although it wasn't ideal, at least they were getting by, and it was definitely better than the man standing there crying.

At this time, an auntie carrying a cloth bag walked to Seeing Tong Huaiyu's side and patted his arm.

"Young man, cry, cry, as long as you cry it out, the grievances you've suffered will vanish. Although the night is very cold, when the sun rises, the cold will naturally retreat; by then, you will feel that wherever there is sunshine, there will be warmth..."

Saying this, the auntie took two hot steamed buns out of her cloth bag and stuffed them into Seeing Tong Huaiyu's hands.

"These are the ones I just bought, from Wang's shop, they are delicious. After you finish eating, the sun will come out. You are still young, what's a few falls? Just get up, shake yourself off, and keep walking; there's no hurdle in this world that can't be crossed."

The auntie left; she came very suddenly and left very gracefully.

And Seeing Tong Huaiyu was still stunned and hadn't reacted; he looked at the two buns in his hands, feeling the somewhat hot temperature.

He looked at the auntie's back, which had already walked far away, then looked up, watching the fish-belly white appearing in the east.

"The sun is coming out."

Seeing Tong Huaiyu took a fierce bite of the bun, then wolfed down the buns.

Having walked and run for several hours in the cold wind, he was not only tired but also really hungry.

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Jiangzhou!

Xiong Zhaoming shook his dizzy head and got out of bed, swaying.

Last night he called the city TV station to question them, but they didn't pay any attention to him and hung up the phone directly.

This almost made him vomit blood; I am, after all, the Deputy Director of the Provincial Department of Industry.

You, a prefecture-level city TV station, even if the station director is high-ranking, at most it's a deputy department level, yet you dare to give me a cold shoulder.

But he was helpless; there was no subordinate relationship, so even if they gave him a cold shoulder, he could only stare blankly.

He hadn't slept well all night, trembling with fear, and his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes.

This guy came to the restroom and splashed his face with cold water.

This made his somewhat dizzy head clear up quite a bit.

Then he thought that this was Jiangzhou, and the interview was broadcast on the Jiangzhou TV station.

The provincial leaders couldn't see it at all, so what was he afraid of?

Thinking of this, the depression in his heart dissipated, and a smile appeared on his face.

"I was really scaring myself."

Xiong Zhaoming suddenly radiated brilliance, and the whole person became spirited.

"Gurgle!"

His stomach growled; after watching the news last night, this guy felt as if the sky had collapsed.

The whole world was gray, and he didn't even eat dinner last night, and he didn't feel hungry all night.

Now that he had figured it out, his mood relaxed, and hunger immediately struck.

"A day's plan lies in the morning; eat something good in the morning."

Xiong Zhaoming had no burden in his heart, his spirits were good, and the smile on his face kept hanging there.

After washing up, he pushed the door open and came out, and then saw everyone standing at his door.

Each of them had a worried look on their face, which moved Xiong Zhaoming very much.

It is said that husband and wife are birds of the same forest, and when disaster strikes, they fly separately; couples who share the same bed are like this.

Not to mention just superiors and subordinates; he really didn't expect that after such a big thing happened, his subordinates would all gather at the door waiting for him.

"Sorry to worry everyone," Xiong Zhaoming said with a smile: "It's okay, let's go, let's go eat."

"It's over!"

Everyone shouted in their hearts; Department Head Xiong was still laughing and had the mood to go eat, so his mind must have gone wrong.

"Department—Department Head, are you okay?" a young man asked.

"What could be wrong?" Xiong Zhaoming waved his hand: "Let's go, I'm starving."

A group of people looked at each other, their worried expressions deepening.

Xiong Zhaoming walked a few steps, found that the others hadn't followed, stopped, looked back, and smiled again.

"I know what you are worried about, there is really no need," Xiong Zhaoming was truly moved: "Think about it, this is Jiangzhou, the news was only broadcast on the Jiangzhou TV station, how could the provincial leaders see it?"

Everyone really hadn't thought of this level; upon hearing Xiong Zhaoming say this, their eyes immediately lit up.

Department Head Xiong's words made a lot of sense; the one that broadcast the interview was only the Jiangzhou City TV station, not the provincial station, so what was there to worry about?

Thinking this way, everyone laughed, and a woman flattered him.

"Oh my, the Department Head really has great wisdom; if it were me, even if I broke my head, I wouldn't have thought of this key point."

"Exactly, exactly!"

Everyone echoed, Xiong Zhaoming listened, and a proud expression flashed on his face.

"Stop flattering me, let's go quickly."

A group of people crowded around Xiong Zhaoming and walked toward the restaurant; just as they arrived at the entrance, Xiong Zhaoming saw someone walking out from inside.

He was about forty years old, thin, wearing glasses, and looked extraordinary.

Xiong Zhaoming's feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to take a step, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Department Head, what's wrong?" the woman who was flattering him asked strangely.

Xiong Zhaoming's throat rolled, looking at the middle-aged man who was getting closer and closer, using all his strength to squeeze out a voice from his throat.

"Director... Director Chen, why are you... here?"