Chapter 657

Seeing the smile on Cheng Zhanjun's face, Deng Zhangli's heart stirred; there must be some good news.

The other committee members also exchanged glances, their minds beginning to calculate: what had happened?

But seeing Cheng Zhanjun's expression, they knew it was definitely a good thing.

Jiang Minglang suddenly felt uneasy, having a very bad premonition.

Chen Zhaoru picked up his teacup and took a sip: "Comrade Zhanjun, if there is an urgent matter, you can go handle it first; we will rest for a while."

Cheng Zhanjun shook his head with a smile: "I have no business; it was a call from the Development Commission, asking you to return to the capital immediately."

Chen Zhaoru was taken aback: "Asking me to return to the capital immediately?"

Cheng Zhanjun nodded: "Yes!"

Chen Zhaoru's expression changed, "Everyone, rest for a moment. I'm going to make a call; we will continue the meeting when I return."

Watching Chen Zhaoru leave, Cheng Zhanjun chuckled, picked up the cigarettes in front of him, handed one to Deng Zhangli, and then lit one for himself.

The conference room suddenly became silent. If there weren't a very major issue, leaders sent down for inspections would absolutely not be suddenly called back.

What exactly had happened? Everyone was pondering and guessing, but no matter how big the matter was, for Jiangzhou, it was temporarily advantageous.

As for whether the official approval could be obtained, they were very worried, but with provincial leaders personally pushing for it, the hope was still great. After all, the Development Commission was not Chen Zhaoru's alone.

After waiting for about seven or eight minutes, the office director once again walked quickly into the conference room: "Secretary, Director Chen has left."

Cheng Zhanjun smiled, glanced at Deng Zhangli, and the two stood up and walked to the window, soon seeing Chen Zhaoru and his people hurriedly getting into their car.

Jiang Minglang's expression changed several times, but he soon returned to normal; he also walked to the window and looked down at the floor below.

"Director Chen left so hurriedly; it seems the matter is not small." After saying this, he looked at his wristwatch: "It's almost noon; let's go to the cafeteria to eat together."

"Good!" Cheng Zhanjun nodded, turned around with a smile, "Let's go. The cafeteria slaughtered a pig today; I asked the head chef to steam all the pig blood."

"I just love eating steamed pig blood; let's go, let's go."

"What dishes are there?"

"Pork feast, there's plenty to eat today."

The tense atmosphere from the meeting just now vanished into thin air. Whether it was Cheng Zhanjun and Deng Zhangli, or Jiang Minglang, it was as if nothing had happened, and they walked out of the conference room chatting and laughing.

After eating, Jiang Minglang returned to his office, his expression immediately turning gloomy.

After racking his brains and busying himself for such a long time, in the end, it was all for nothing.

He was unwilling to accept it. Jiang Minglang pulled open a drawer, took out half a pack of cigarettes, and lit one.

He didn't usually smoke, but when he was seen smoking, it proved his mood was very bad.

Jiang Minglang's brows were tightly furrowed, leaning against the back of his chair, looking up at the ceiling without moving.

He didn't know how much time had passed when the cigarette in his hand burned to the end and scorched his hand.

With a start, his hand shook, he threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and then came back to his senses.

He stood up, then immediately sat back down, grabbed the phone, and quickly dialed a string of numbers.

Soon the other party answered, and Jiang Minglang said: "Big brother, did something happen in the capital?"

The other party was Jiang Minglang's own big brother, Jiang Mingye: "I haven't heard of anything happening; what's wrong?"

Jiang Minglang said: "Something went wrong with the Jiangzhou matter. Halfway through the meeting, Chen Zhaoru received a call from the capital, immediately asked him to go back, and he left very hurriedly."

Jiang Mingfan was silent for a moment: "I'll ask; wait for news!"

At this time, Cheng Zhanjun was also holding the phone: "Zhanfeng, did something happen in the capital?"

The fourth son of the Cheng family, Cheng Zhanfeng, said very puzzledly: "Something happened? What happened? I haven't heard!"

"Strange!" Cheng Zhanjun said: "Jiang Minglang's ambition is not small; he planned to deny the Jiangzhou southward expansion plan, so he invited Chen Zhaoru to Jiangzhou to set up obstacles for us.

It's just that halfway through the meeting, Chen Zhaoru had just bared his teeth when a call from the capital came, asking Chen Zhaoru to return to the capital immediately. That old thing left very hurriedly, without even saying goodbye, so I was wondering if some major event happened in the capital."

Cheng Zhanfeng said: "I'll ask; wait for my call."

Cheng Zhanjun agreed and hung up the phone.

Deng Zhangli, sitting on the sofa, looked over: "How is it?"

Cheng Zhanjun shook his head: "Calm and tranquil."

Deng Zhangli frowned: "That shouldn't be; it's really strange."

Cheng Zhanjun pondered for a moment: "There must be something; let's wait."

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In the capital, Zhou Andong came out of the Beijing Hotel, An Jing standing by his side, with eight men standing straight behind her, wearing navy blue uniforms, with numbered brooches pinned to their chests, and the four big characters "Golden Shield Security" printed on their backs.

"Everything is arranged; I'm leaving first, I won't come over tonight."

"Go ahead!" An Jing waved her hand.

Zhou Andong got into the car, first went to meet Director Zhang to reshoot the advertisement, which was finished in an hour. Then he went to Caishikou, where the huge advertisement for Xurishang Iced Black Tea, featuring the youthful and beautiful Jiang Yuyue, always attracted the gazes of passersby.

"Dongzi!"

Old Uncle Zhou Xiaoli saw Zhou Andong and walked over quickly: "When did you get back?"

Zhou Andong said: "I got back on the night of the 3rd."

"Dongzi!"

Old Aunt Yang Xiujie came out from a row of single-story houses in the south.

"Old Aunt, when did you get here?" Zhou Andong asked.

Yang Xiujie said: "It's been about half a month."

Zhou Andong said: "I remember, Anwen is taking the college entrance exam this year, right? Why didn't you wait until she finished the exam before coming over?"

Yang Xiujie said with a smile: "At home, I just cook and wash clothes for her and Anxue; I'll go back when she takes the exam."

Zhou Andong asked: "Are you staying with my grandpa and grandma?"

"Yeah!" Yang Xiujie said: "If I don't stay with your grandpa and grandma, who would I stay with?"

"Alright then!" Zhou Andong had no choice; anyway, it was less than two months until the exam, and with his old uncle here alone, it really wouldn't work without someone to take care of him.

Yang Xiujie said with a smile: "Anwen said she wants to get into a university in the capital and study in the same city as her big sister."

Zhou Andong smiled: "You tell her, as long as she can get into a key university in the capital, I'll give her whatever she wants."

Zhou Xiaoli said: "It would be good enough if she could get in, let alone a key one."

Zhou Andong knew that Zhou Anwen's studies were quite good, but this time for the college entrance exam, she didn't perform well. Originally, she was going to repeat a year, but the family's economic conditions didn't allow it, so she could only go to a junior college.

However, in this life, it didn't matter; without economic problems, if she didn't do well, she could just study for another year.

Yang Xiujie said: "She does quite well in regular exams, and the teachers also say that Anwen will definitely be able to get into a good university."

Zhou Andong said: "Some children have poor psychological quality; they study very well usually, but as soon as they walk into the exam room, they panic, which affects the exam."

Yang Xiujie said: "Anwen is carefree, like a tomboy; she isn't even afraid of snakes, would she be afraid of an exam?"

Zhou Andong smiled; actually, in his previous life, it really was just that Zhou Anwen was under too much pressure and didn't perform well.

"I'll call home tonight and chat with her."