Chapter 390: Mao Ping's calculation

Lin Xiaoxi called to invite me to accept an interview with the county TV station.

I refused without hesitation. The TV station is the best place for people to become famous. How many leading cadres want to show their style on TV. Unfortunately, resources are limited, and not everyone has such an opportunity.

Lin Xiaoxi was very surprised by my refusal, and after confirming my refusal again, she actually became angry, shouting at the microphone: "Chen Feng, what do you mean?"

I laughed: "What do you want to interview me about?"

"We interview you, naturally we have our reasons. You think we are full and have nothing to do!" After Lin Xiaoxi went to Hengyue City with me during the Chinese New Year, her attitude changed 180 degrees.

In the past, she might have held the mentality of a gentleman towards me, but now she has a friend's mind towards me. Between us, there is no concept of leader and being led.

"Work has no achievements, how can I accept an interview," I said: "Wait for a year or a half, and then talk about it, okay?"

Lin Xiaoxi hung up the phone angrily, I held the receiver and smiled silently.

At noon, I didn't want to eat in the cafeteria, so I prepared to walk on the street, and by the way, find a small restaurant and eat a bowl of rice noodles.

Just out of the County Party Committee compound, I met Mao Ping coming in a hurry, and when he saw me, he shouted exaggeratedly: "Chen Feng, Chen Feng."

In the public eye, my big name was called by others so arrogantly, and I was very unhappy in my heart. I couldn't get angry, so I had to pretend not to hear it and walk forward.

Names are particular, and calling people's names is even more particular. It is not that any place can call others' names directly. Especially those who have a little official position, it is very taboo for others to be so impolite.

This is a characteristic of our culture, don't blame me.

Mao Ping is a town mayor, he wouldn't know the taboos of officialdom. He shouted so loudly, nothing more than to leave an impression on others that his relationship with me is extraordinary.

Mao Ping shouted a few times, seeing that I didn't respond, turned around and chased after me, dragged me, and laughed with his eyes slanted: "Leader, I'm calling you."

I asked coldly: "Anything?"

Mao Ping didn't care about my indifference, and said with a drooling face: "I came to you specifically."

Mao Ping's appearance, I was not surprised at all. Mao Ping is a person who can move when he hears the wind. Recently, Chunshan County is going to engage in tourism development with great fanfare. Among the towns below, who doesn't want to share a piece of the pie?

The Mao Shi Town where Mao Ping is located happens to have a reservoir and a stele forest. These two places are the treasures that Liu Misi likes.

I originally sealed this news, and before the eight characters were written, I didn't want to cause too many complications.

Mao Ping had a dog nose, and he actually smelled the taste. I know clearly, if Mao Ping didn't come to me, it would be that I looked at him wrongly.

"I heard that someone wants to invest in our Mao Shi Reservoir?" Mao Ping asked me nervously.

"Who did you hear from?" I didn't change my expression.

"Little brother, don't hide it from me. It's spreading outside."

"Things that are hearsay, you believe it too?" I mocked him.

"Better to believe it exists than not. I believe it! Empty holes don't come with wind!" Mao Ping smiled and handed me a cigarette.

"Since you believe it, just believe it slowly," I said, leaving him behind and walking to the street.

I am the newly appointed Deputy County Magistrate, except for some cadres who know me, walking on the street, I am just an ordinary commoner.

Mao Ping followed me closely, muttering while walking: "Have you eaten? If not, let's go for a drink!"

I laughed: "Town Mayor Mao, drinking at noon, not working in the afternoon?"

Mao Ping laughed indifferently: "Drinking is my work. Especially drinking with leaders. Like you, Big County Magistrate Chen. Give me face or not."

I didn't have much deep friendship with Mao Ping, but after all, we calculated Deng Hanyu together, so we count as people on the same road.

"Let's not drink, let's just go eat something. I have a meeting in the afternoon," I said, taking him to the food street.

Chunshan County is not big, but there is a food street.

In the food street, all kinds of snacks are available. Chunshan County is inhabited by Han, Yao, and Miao, each ethnic group has its own delicacies, and when they gather together, it becomes a river of ethnic delicacies.

The food street was an old street established in the Guan Peishan era. The street surface was paved with blue brick stone slabs, and on both sides were rows of door buildings. The door buildings were mostly wooden huts, which were the slums of Chunshan County in the past.

It is said that experts are in the folk. The food street is no exception. On such a small street that is less than a foot wide and less than a hundred meters long, all kinds of ethnic delicacies occupy the whole street.

In the past, this street lived by coolies and scrap collectors, and occasionally there were a few food stalls specifically for these coolies. One day, Boss Liang Tianxing walked here, ate something black, and immediately praised it, so he invited Guan Peishan, and the two tasted it one by one, and finally Boss Liang Tianxing invested money to comprehensively renovate this street, retaining the style of the past, enriching the types of delicacies, and then there is today's street.

Mao Ping and I chose a slightly clean shop and sat down, and ordered two bowls of rice noodles.

As soon as the rice noodles were served, the layer of red oil chili on top first teased the saliva. Heavy oil, heavy spicy, a spoonful of fresh minced meat covered the snow-white rice noodles, and sprinkled with star-like green onions, green and lovely.

Appetite suddenly rose, each picked up chopsticks, stirred, and buried their heads to eat with a "slurp".

The warm sunshine outside was like a thin quilt, and people were eaten by hot, spicy rice noodles, and the whole body was suddenly comfortable, the pores were all opened, and it was incomparably comfortable.

I ate a little reservedly, but Mao Ping was bold and swept away. After drinking the last sip of soup, he reached out and wiped his chin, and started asking about the investment again.

"Little brother, you have to help me," he said, took out a few dollars from his body, turned his head and shouted: "Boss, pay the bill."

I wanted to laugh, Mao Ping, you dog, you rushed to pay for a bowl of rice noodles, if I went to the seafood restaurant in Chengguan Town, would you still shout to pay the bill?

"How to help?" I didn't care at all that Mao Ping rushed to pay the bill.

"First consider our town. Our town has the right time, the right place, and the right people," Mao Ping remembered to express his position, patting his chest.

"Is others different?" I smiled.

"Others are not as sincere as us," Mao Ping said earnestly, with a solemn expression.

"Don't be in a hurry, good things come out slowly," I comforted him and got up to leave.

Coming out of the rice noodle shop, the sunlight hit my eyes directly, and I couldn't help but sneeze.

Mao Ping laughed: "Look, God is taking care of me, otherwise, why would you sneeze out of thin air, thinking it was for no reason."

I couldn't laugh or cry, Mao Ping, you are too good at pulling! I sneeze, what does it have to do with God!

"People sneeze, two things. One is good things, two is others scolding you. I think this sneeze of yours must be a good thing, I am a good thing, isn't it? Look, you just went out and met me," Mao Ping talked nonsense, making me speechless.

After walking a few steps, Mao Ping followed closely, muttering all the time, making me annoyed.

"Old Mao, you say, what do I have to do to help you?"

Mao Ping was stunned for a moment, looked at me with his small eyes, and stammered: "I heard you want to arrange people to go to the United States for inspection?"

"There is indeed such a thing. What's wrong?"

"To say that about the familiarity with Mao Shi Reservoir and the Stele Forest, except for me, I'm afraid no one can compare,"

"What do you mean...?"

"Isn't this to introduce to foreigners? Don't you think I'm the most suitable?" Mao Ping looked at me seriously and said.

"You don't speak foreign language," I laughed.

"Isn't there an interpreter?" Mao Ping followed my laughter with his own. "When national leaders host foreigners, it's all the interpreter's job."

"Can you compare?"

"Comparison can't be compared. The position is different, the purpose is the same,"

"I understand, Old Mao, you want to go to the United States with the group?" I mocked and walked forward with big strides.

Mao Ping ran after me, nervously chasing and asking: "Can I?"

I pondered for a moment and asked: "Really want to go?"

"Want to go," Mao Ping expressed his position again: "I'm not going to play, I'm going to work."

"Understand," I patted his shoulder: "I will consider it."

"Can't joke!" Mao Ping was even more nervous.

I smiled and didn't pay attention to him.

Mao Ping wanted to go to the inspection group, which was expected. And I know that next, there will be more than one person who wants to enter the inspection group. ===== CHAPTER 391 =====