Qi Tongwei: Sign-in relationship started during student days

Chapter 885 The History of Mandarin Fish

"Single digits!" Qi Tongwei snorted and laughed: "Governor Zhao, you have been deceived by Long Fuhai!"

Zhao Anbang didn't believe it, "I saw it with my own eyes, how could it be fake?"

"What you see with your own eyes may not be the truth."

"Then tell me, what is the truth?" Zhao Anbang was a little annoyed, thinking that Qi Tongwei was being unreasonable.

The provincial party committee leaders are not fools. They cannot rely on the favor of the provincial party committee to wrongly accuse a senior official and the top leader of a city.

Qi Tongwei recounted what he had seen and heard, and concluded that the renovation project of Tianzhou Coal Mine was imminent.

"A year ago, there were hundreds of mining accidents, big and small. People were treated like dirt, and a life was worth only a few thousand yuan. It was Comrade Ruijin who worked hard to promote rectification, which led to the little progress we have today. And then, Long Fuhai made a big deal about it, and you were recognized as a role model."

Zhao Anbang frowned after hearing this, and his voice became much higher. "Can you guarantee that what you said is true? This is no joke."

Zhao Anbang knew that Qi Tongwei had a good relationship with Sha Ruijin, and he felt a little suspicious, suspecting that the other party was exaggerating the facts.

"This is the scene I personally witnessed half a month ago. I guarantee with my Party spirit that every word is true.

If you don't believe me, ask someone to investigate. Don't go to the city or the district, just ask people in the nearby villages and see how many people have lost their loved ones buried there over the years."

Zhao Anbang believed it a little, snorted and said: "Okay, this Long Fuhai, if the situation is true, I will skin him alive!" He paused, then slowed down his tone and said: "Okay, I got it, I will have someone investigate.

In addition, you should also be well behaved during this period.

"Old Pei will be back soon, and as soon as he returns, the Provincial Party Committee will resolve your issue of acting mayor, so you have to be patient with some things."

Qi Tongwei knew that Zhao Anbang was worried that he would cause trouble and exaggerate Long Fuhai's prostitution.

"Governor Zhao, don't worry. I, Qi Tongwei, do have a good sense of the overall situation. No matter what, this is an internal conflict within Hanjiang. I will definitely not bring shame to you and Secretary Pei."

"That's good."

……

Two days later, Pei Yihong's private plane slowly landed at Hanjiang East Suburb Airport.

Pei Yihong walked down the gangway with Cao Hongguang and his wife, who were dressed simply.

Zhao Anbang, who had been waiting for a long time, walked quickly forward to Huabei.

Zhao Anbang shook the other person's hand and said, "Old leader, you look like an old comrade returning home to visit relatives."

Cao Lao laughed and scolded: "You kid, after all these years, you are still so outspoken. What do you mean by like? You are just an old comrade who has returned to visit relatives."

The three giants of Han River gathered together and regarded him as the protagonist, which made Mr. Cao very happy.

The elderly, especially those who have retired from power, want someone to praise them so that they can feel that they still retain power.

"Yes, yes, then we welcome the old comrade to return home to visit relatives." Zhao Anbang said with a smile, but he was thinking in his heart, I just don't know what kind of relatives this visit is about.

After a few greetings, the convoy quietly drove towards the city.

After checking into Hanjiang Hotel.

Zhao Anbang wanted to take the opportunity to ask Pei Yihong about the situation, but Pei Yihong waved his hand to stop him: "Eat first, and then we can talk about business after you are full."

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the three giants of Hanjiang turned down all their work and accompanied Cao Hongguang to enjoy his first meal in Hanjiang at Hanjiang Hotel.

Such high-level courtesy was not only due to Cao Hongguang's identity and deep friendship with Pei Yihong and others, but also because of his reputation in Hanjiang.

Cao Hongguang was good at showing favors. When he was in Hanjiang, he was very kind to his subordinates, and many people received his favors.

During his tenure as Minister of Industry, he used his power to promote the industrial development of the Han River.

Even many cadres who came to the capital to do business asked him for help, and he helped them without hesitation.

Over time, it became an unwritten rule among Hanjiang cadres to visit Minister Cao first when going to the capital to do business.

Over the years, he had accumulated a huge amount of favors for Cao Hongguang.

This is why Pei Yihong and others felt it was difficult when they heard Cao Hongguang was coming.

At this moment, the private room of Hanjiang Hotel is located next to the window, and the afternoon sun shines obliquely on the sparkling river surface.

Cao Hongguang and his wife were invited to the main seat, while Pei Yihong and the other two sat on both sides.

Looking at the table full of dishes, Cao Hongguang nodded with satisfaction: "You are thoughtful. It's rare that you still remember what I like to eat after all these years."

Pei Yihong said: "Old leader, you have never forgotten the people of Hanjiang. How dare our comrades in Hanjiang forget you? If I don't even remember what dishes you like to eat, the people of Hanjiang will probably poke me in the spine."

Cao Hongguang laughed, "It passed, it passed."

Yu Huabei turned the table around. "Mr. Cao, I remember you liked mandarin fish the most. I brought this over this morning from the breeding base in Tianzhou that you often eat. Try it and see if it tastes the same."

Cao Hongguang nodded, picked up a piece of mandarin fish belly with his chopsticks, and savored it carefully. "Not bad, not bad. Sweet and fragrant. It hasn't changed at all." He pointed at the fish with his chopsticks and said, "Do you know why I like eating mandarin fish from this restaurant?"

The three of them looked at each other and shook their heads.

"In fact, I really didn't like eating mandarin fish before. I even said I didn't like eating fish at all."

"There shouldn't be any story." Zhao Anbang laughed, and thought strangely of a cadre who liked to eat big carp from the Yellow River.

Cao Hongguang didn't know what Zhao Anbang was thinking, so he nodded and said, "Yes, there is such a story.

That was in 1975, when I was still serving as mayor of Tianzhou.

It should have been around this season, the rainy season. One time, I went to the countryside for an inspection and accidentally got caught in the rain and caught a fever.

The fever lasts for several days.

After the fever finally subsided a little, I still had no appetite. I only ate millet porridge and pickles for several days in a row, and I lost a lot of weight.

My secretary, Long Fuhai, was so anxious that he was running around in circles.

He came to me and said, "Leader, you have just recovered from a serious illness. How can you recover without some nourishment?"

I said I had no appetite and just wanted to eat something light, like some millet porridge.

But the young man still refused to do it and insisted that I change my taste.

I was so pestered that I just said I wanted to eat mandarin fish.

Cao Hongguang put down his chopsticks, a mist forming in the corners of his eyes. "But the conditions were tough back then. Even vegetables were scarce in the medical clinic's kitchen, let alone the precious mandarin fish.

Long Fuhai, who usually looks dull, is incredibly clever at crucial moments. He rode his bicycle dozens of miles overnight and managed to buy a live mandarin fish from a fisherman.

Cao Hongguang paused, his throat trembling slightly.

"That night, I heard a crackling noise coming from the kitchen. I opened the window and saw Long Fuhai squatting in front of the stove, poking the firewood with a branch. Sparks had splashed black spots all over his trouser legs.

The delicious aroma wafted from the pot, making me drool. He turned to see me, grinning at me with a dirty face: "Boss, the fish soup is ready, drink it while it's hot!"

Cao Hongguang stroked the rim of the blue-and-white porcelain bowl, as if he could touch the warmth of forty years ago. "The soup was translucent white, and with one spoonful, the fish was as tender as tofu. I drank three large bowls, and beads of sweat dripped down my forehead. I felt incredibly comfortable."

Long Fuhai stood by and wiped my sweat with a towel. With red eyes, he said: If you are not good enough, I can't continue to be your secretary.

I later learned that he had spent all his monthly salary on that fish. The fisherman refused to sell it, so he squatted on the bow of the boat and waited until dawn.

The muddy road was slippery after the rain. I don’t know how many times this guy fell to buy this fish. I still remember the mud stains on his body.