Chapter 1753

"What do you mean?" Wan Peng was confused: "What did you understand?"

Yang Mei was also very puzzled, but she had her own principles. As long as it was work-related.

If Wan Fuyuan wanted to say it, she would listen. If he didn't want to say it, no matter how curious she was, she wouldn't ask.

Wan Fuyuan shook his head and sat there in deep thought, the expression on his face very tangled.

This matter put him in a dilemma: either offend Zhou Andong or offend Mayor Yang.

After a few minutes, Wan Fuyuan gritted his teeth.

"There are many things in the city during this period. Now Mayor Yang should still be in the office. I'll go to the Municipal Government. You eat by yourselves, don't wait for me."

After weighing the pros and cons, he still chose to go to the Municipal Government. Offending the Mayor was just offending one person.

But Zhou Andong also had Secretary Jian behind him. Offending Zhou Andong was equivalent to offending two people. He could still calculate this account.

What's important was that Yang Mulin wouldn't let his son into Future Culture, nor would he pave the way for his son's future.

But if he gained Zhou Andong's friendship, it definitely wouldn't just be reflected in his son; he would also have benefits.

Not to mention, he was the General Manager of the Municipal Party Committee guesthouse, and the hat on his head was held in Secretary Jian's hands.

"You go!" Yang Mei said: "We'll go home after eating, and we still have to pack Wan Peng's clothes."

Yang Mulin had just returned from outside and was tired for a day. He wanted to go home early to rest, but there were several very important documents that had to be processed tonight.

He sat behind the desk, preparing to drink a cup of tea to catch his breath, when the secretary who had just gone out knocked and came in.

"Mayor, Wan Fuyuan is here, saying he has something important to report to you."

Yang Mulin was very strange. What important thing could he have to run over to find him at this time?

Then he thought of Zhou Andong, who was returning to Guangzhou tomorrow. Wan Fuyuan coming over at this time, wouldn't it be related to Zhou Andong?

But what kind of relationship did Zhou Andong have with Secretary Jian? If there was really something, it wouldn't be necessary to take a detour to find him.

Even if he needed his help with something, he could come over himself, or make a phone call. There was no need to let Wan Fuyuan bring a message.

Yang Mulin tapped the table rhythmically with his fingers, thought for a while, and then said.

"Let him in."

Wan Fuyuan came in: "Mayor!"

"What important thing do you have to come find me so late."

Yang Mulin stood up with a smile and pointed to the sofa.

"Sit down and talk."

The secretary poured them tea and then retreated silently.

Wan Fuyuan knew the Mayor was very busy and didn't dare to talk nonsense.

He concisely talked about Zhou Andong arranging for his son to enter Future Culture.

"After talking, Chairman Zhou said that he would return to Guangzhou tomorrow and asked me to say goodbye to you for him. Originally, I thought that after he left tomorrow, I would find an opportunity to tell you.

But when I was chatting with Chairman Zhou in the reception room, something happened. I think if it's not handled well, it's very likely to cause a big problem, so it's necessary to report it to you personally."

Speaking of this, Wan Fuyuan looked at the expression on Yang Mulin's face, but didn't see anything.

"Just when I was chatting with Chairman Zhou, Dongtai boss Rao Zhanhua broke into the reception room, cursing and saying something about wanting to see who it was, whether they were tired of living, and grabbing a woman from him."

Yang Mulin frowned slightly. He knew what kind of place Dongtai was, and he also understood what kind of person Rao Zhanhua was.

A few years ago, he was still a small gangster, setting up gambling stalls in the village and making money by drawing water. He was also a regular visitor to the detention center.

He didn't know how he got to know that person from the province and recognized a godfather. Sometimes he even doubted whether Rao Zhanhua was the illegitimate son of that person from the province.

Otherwise, if you want to recognize a godson, how many young talents would have broken their heads, why bother to have this kind of relationship with a small gangster.

And this Rao Zhanhua had a big backer, so naturally, he wouldn't lack money. There were people sending it to him, and then Dongtai opened. He hadn't been there, but he also knew what was inside.

It's just that in the current big environment, cities at the forefront of reform and opening up are all the same. How to say it, as long as it doesn't involve drugs, other things, if no one reports them, they are all closed with one eye.

Another thing is the interest chain involved in Dongtai. When it doesn't touch his bottom line, naturally, he wouldn't offend people.

"Continue." Yang Mulin picked up a cigarette and lit it, leaning back.

Wan Fuyuan organized his language: "The General Manager of Dongtai is a woman named Liao Ting, who is very beautiful. Dongtai being able to have such a scale is all her credit.

A few days ago, Chairman Zhou went to Dongtai to play and met Liao Ting, so he invited her to join Yugong Group as Vice President, and Rao Zhanhua followed this Liao Ting to find Chairman Zhou."

Then, Wan Fuyuan repeated the dialogue between Zhou Andong and Rao Zhanhua word for word.

"Chairman Zhou said that as long as he says a word, he will flatten Dongtai tonight. Rao Zhanhua said that if Chairman Zhou doesn't flatten Dongtai tonight, he will make Chairman Zhou disappear from Dongguan tomorrow."

Wan Fuyuan looked at Yang Mulin: "I still know a little about Rao Zhanhua. He is ruthless and can do anything, so I think it's necessary to report it to you."

Yang Mulin closed his eyes, letting the cigarette in his hand burn, and it took a long while before he said.

"Wan Fuyuan, did you guess the intention of Zhou Andong asking you to say goodbye to me for him?"

"I only guessed a little bit." Wan Fuyuan suddenly became a bit nervous.

Yang Mulin opened his eyes and looked at Wan Fuyuan with a smile that wasn't a smile: "Really only a little bit?"

Wan Fuyuan had a bit of sweat on his forehead, but he nodded definitely: "Really."

"Zhou Andong is a good calculator."

Yang Mulin sighed and didn't chase Wan Fuyuan.

Then, holding a cigarette in one hand and grabbing the sofa armrest with the other, he stood up and walked to the window, looking at the blue sky outside.

"Wan Fuyuan, Wan Fuyuan, you are putting me on the fire to roast."

Wan Fuyuan sat there with his waist straight, his throat rolled, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, not daring to speak.

He put the Mayor on the fire to roast. If he dared to defend himself, he didn't doubt at all that Yang Mulin would throw him into the fire to refine him.

So it's better to be an honest quail. Anyway, he had said what he needed to say, and how Yang Mulin would do it in the end had nothing to do with him.

The office suddenly fell into silence. The oppressive atmosphere made Wan Fuyuan feel suffocated as time passed.

Yang Mulin was very depressed in his heart. If Zhou Andong had told him this matter personally, flattening Dongtai wouldn't be anything.

After all, the benefits Zhou Andong could bring him were much greater than that person from the province. Earning Zhou Andong's favor was definitely not a loss, so he wasn't afraid of offending people.