Chapter 1401

The one who came was Chen He, Deputy Secretary-General of the Provincial Party Committee and Director of the General Office, who was looking at his pager and didn't notice these people at the entrance.

He only looked up when he heard someone speaking, and was stunned when he saw Xiong Zhaoming, then smiled.

"It's Comrade Zhaoming, you are also here for breakfast, right? I'll go back to my room to make a call first, and we'll chat in a while."

After speaking, Chen He nodded to the others and passed by.

Xiong Zhaoming's heart fell to the bottom, and the good mood he had just recovered disappeared.

Chen He was the housekeeper of the Provincial Party Committee; since he appeared here, the leaders of the Provincial Party Committee must be here too.

It's just that he didn't know who it was, nor did he know what the leader came to Jiangzhou for; he hadn't received any news at all.

What made him even more terrified was when the provincial leaders arrived and whether they had seen the news broadcast on the Jiangzhou TV station last night.

The others' eyes were drifting, and they didn't even focus when looking at the people around them; clearly, they were all pondering something in their hearts.

Xiong Zhaoming's head was buzzing; it took a long time for him to come back to his senses. Since the provincial leaders were here and he had been bumped into by Chen He,

no matter who this person was, he had to go see them. Otherwise, if Chen He said a word, his impression in the leader's heart would be completely ruined.

Plus the Jiangzhou news last night, he still held a fluke mentality; if he offended the leader, there would really be no room for relaxation.

Thinking of this, this guy cheered up and walked into the restaurant, grabbing a waiter and asking.

"Which private room are the provincial leaders eating in?"

The waiter looked at Xiong Zhaoming vigilantly; she had some impression, as if he were also a provincial leader, but she still shook her head.

"I don't know, ask our manager."

If this were in the past, Xiong Zhaoming would have started scolding, but times were different, and he had to keep his tail between his legs.

"Where is your manager?"

The little waiter said: "In the kitchen."

"Thank you!"

Xiong Zhaoming thanked her politely and walked quickly toward the kitchen.

The others didn't know what to do; should they follow or not?

The woman spoke: "Hey, Department Head Xiong is going to see the provincial leaders; how are we qualified to follow? Let's eat first."

"Yes, yes, yes!" The others nodded: "Let's eat."

Xiong Zhaoming didn't care about the others; seeing the eight characters "Kitchen Restricted Area, No Entry," he pushed the door open without any hesitation.

The roaring sound of the exhaust fan, the humming sound of the diesel stove, and the sound of clanging ladles shouting to serve dishes immediately rushed into Xiong Zhaoming's ears.

And then he saw Wang Zhongqi, standing with his hands behind his back next to the cold dish room.

"Manager Wang!"

Xiong Zhaoming walked over and shouted in a loud voice.

Wang Zhongqi turned his head and saw it was Xiong Zhaoming, a smile hanging on his face.

"Oh, Department Head Xiong, why did you run to the kitchen? Just tell the waiter what you want."

A fake smile appeared on Xiong Zhaoming's face: "Our Department Head called me and told me that the provincial leaders had arrived in Jiangzhou and were staying at our guesthouse. He asked me to come over and see if the leaders needed anything."

Wang Zhongqi immediately understood; speaking of digging a hole to bury Xiong Zhaoming, he had also shoveled a few shovels of dirt.

So when Xiong Zhaoming came, he guessed the guy's purpose.

"The leaders are in the Fendjin Hall."

"Thank you, thank you!" Xiong Zhaoming thanked him again and turned to leave quickly.

Wang Zhongqi gave a light laugh; in his view, Xiong Zhaoming was a grasshopper after autumn, unable to jump for many more days.

The guesthouse's private rooms were all named with words like "Pioneering," "Fendjin" (Striving), "Development," "Journey," etc.

Xiong Zhaoming arrived at Fendjin Hall, stood at the door, took a deep breath, and then raised his hand, just about to knock on the door.

The private room door suddenly opened, which gave him a fright; he hurriedly moved his body aside, then looked up, and his head buzzed.

The one coming out was Song Kaiming, the First Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee, which meant the one who came down was Secretary Jian Zhengxue.

"Hmm?"

As soon as Song Kaiming opened the door, he found a dark figure standing at the door; looking closely, it was actually Xiong Zhaoming, and his eyes narrowed, then a smile appeared on his face.

"Deputy Department Head Xiong, why are you here?"

Xiong Zhaoming bent over slightly, even more politely than when he saw Chen He.

"I led a team down for research two days ago and have been staying here. I just received a call from the Department Head saying that the Secretary was here, so I came over to see if the leader needed anything, so I could run errands."

Song Kaiming was also very polite: "Please wait a moment, Department Head Xiong, I'll go report."

"Good, good, good!" Xiong Zhaoming rubbed his hands: "Sorry to trouble Secretary Song."

Song Kaiming turned and went back, closing the door behind him.

"Secretary, Xiong Zhaoming is here, standing outside the private room."

Jian Zhengxue put down the chopsticks in his hand and wiped his hands with a napkin.

"Let him go back."

"Okay!" Song Kaiming opened the door and went out again, then closed the door: "Department Head Xiong, the Secretary is discussing matters and has to go to the Jiangzhou Distillery for research later, so he asked you to go handle your own affairs first."

Xiong Zhaoming's face turned pale; he knew he was finished.

This was, after all, a restaurant, not the Secretary's office, so even if they were discussing something, it couldn't be anything important.

He, the Deputy Director of the Industrial Department, had come, and according to common sense, he should definitely be seen.

But now he wasn't being seen, which was very likely because the Secretary had seen the news last night.

What made his scalp tingle even more was that the Secretary was going to the Jiangzhou Distillery for research; when he saw that the distillery was still halted for rectification, did he still have a way to live?

Thinking of this, Xiong Zhaoming turned and ran.

"Department Head, where are you going?"

The group of people who were eating were dumbfounded, watching Xiong Zhaoming drift past them like the wind.

"What happened?"

"Don't know."

"Could the Department Head have been stimulated and want to do something stupid?"

"That's really not certain."

"Fuck, what are we eating, chase him quickly."

Everyone put down their chopsticks and got up to chase after him.

Xiong Zhaoming didn't even take the elevator, running down the stairs, and then went out of the guesthouse like a gust of wind, got into a taxi, and sat there panting.

This guy was nearly fifty and fat, so running all the way down really tired him out.

"Comrade, where to?"

The taxi driver looked strangely at the rearview mirror; was this guy chased by a dog?

Xiong Zhaoming stabilized himself: "Go to the Jiangzhou Distillery, the industrial park one."

At this time, the others also chased out, and one guy opened the car door.

"Department Head, where are you going?"

They were really afraid that Xiong Zhaoming would do something stupid; originally, the news last night didn't have much impact on them.

But if something happened to Xiong Zhaoming, and he died, they would really be uncomfortable.

Seeing that his subordinates were so concerned about him, Xiong Zhaoming felt very warm in his heart.

"I'm going to the Jiangzhou Distillery to find Tian Zhuang."

Now it was no longer him handling the Jiangzhou Distillery; the thought of wanting Zhou Andong to apologize to him personally had also disappeared to the ends of the earth.

At this time, what he had to do was apologize to Tian Zhuang; since it was still early, it was not too late to notify the employees to start work.