Nominal: Who isn't a son-in-law?

On the other side, Lin Jianguo, who had just humbly apologized to Li Dakang, got into the car with a happy heart.

Secretary Dakang is a good person. He didn't blame him at all. On the contrary, he understood that his job was difficult.

However, his phone rang not long after he started driving.

Looking at the caller ID, he was startled. Why was it that stable boy again?

After hesitating for a long time, he reluctantly answered the call, "This is Lin Jianguo."

"I am Hou Liangping, Deputy Prosecutor Lin. Are you at the procuratorate? We have a note that needs your approval."

Upon hearing this, Lin Jianguo disregarded the other party's rudeness and immediately said, "I'm not feeling well and need to go to the hospital. It's getting late, almost time to get off work. Come to the procuratorate first thing tomorrow morning, that's all."

After saying that, Lin Jianguo hung up the phone. "Approve a note? I'll approve yours, Feng*."

"Go directly to the First People's Hospital. I need to be admitted for examination," he told the driver.

An hour later, an extra bed was added to Ji Changming's ward, which was quite large.

Considering the three men's identities, the hospital staff also arranged for Lin Jianguo to stay here.

"Old Ji, what a coincidence!"

"Old Lin, are you sick too?"

Ji Changming spoke softly because Chen Yanshi was sleeping next to him.

Lin Jianguo nodded. "I have a problem. The doctor said I need to be hospitalized for observation for a while. I said I wanted to be discharged to go back to work, but he said I have to have a check-up and be almost fully recovered before I can go back. Sigh."

"Health is important, but what about work at the prosecutor's office?"

"I've informed Lao Li. He always complains about having little work, so this will let him take on more responsibility."

The two exchanged a glance and smiled knowingly.

……

imperial capital.

A courtyard.

An old man and a middle-aged man around fifty years old were playing chess and smoking, with hot tea beside them.

The middle-aged man picked up his phone, glanced at it, and smiled, saying, "Mr. Yu, it's all settled."

"Can you control your eating?"

Old Master Yu said calmly, and placed a chess piece.

"She's a smart woman, she can keep her hands to herself, but it's hard to say whether that stable boy can control his hands." The middle-aged man took a step forward and shook his head.

"Can't control your hands? Then don't get married."

"Zhong Zhenguo has spoken to me. Bi Ma Wen can suppress Wu Zhi Shan at any time, and they can also cut off their own arm in Bian Xi at any time."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man raised an eyebrow. "The price paid for this is not small."

"Hehe, whether it's saving people but losing land, or saving land but losing people, the Zhong family understands it clearly," Old Master Yu chuckled. "If Zhong Zhenguo doesn't get too deeply involved, he can still move forward."

"Chu Shijun is holding the cards in his hand. When to play them is up to him. Those who are just watching are not allowed to sit at the table; they can only watch."

As he spoke, Old Yu paused in the hand holding the chess piece. "Send a message to Zhao Lichun and tell him to make a drastic decision. He may lose his son, but he still has his grandson. He can change his surname and we won't pursue the matter further."

"Would he agree?"

The middle-aged man frowned.

"Disagree? You underestimate Zhao Lichun. He's more ruthless than you think. Just look at how many scandals he's exposed these past few days, and how many ticking time bombs he's holding. And that Zhao Dagong from Bianxi, he angered Zhong Mingren to the point of hospitalization, and he still wanted to continue reporting to his superiors. If it weren't for Comrade Yihong keeping things in check, things wouldn't be like this now."

Old Yu shook his head and smiled faintly.

"Hey"

"Do you think Zhao Lichun is doing this for his own position? From the moment he arrived, he understood everything. This is just a show for us and for his in-laws. Sons and daughters have no room for maneuver, but the younger generation is clean. He wants to leave a spark, so we'll light this fire for him now."

The middle-aged man nodded thoughtfully. "Fire seed," he said, "a homonym, I suppose."

"Okay, Mr. Yu, I understand."

"I also want to remind you that the Jingzhou City Bank is a small fry. It's not a big deal. Even if the stable boy down there can't cause a ruckus in the Heavenly Palace, if he goes too far, he'll be a powder keg that can be ignited at the slightest provocation."

"In this respect, you should learn from Chu Shijun. He clearly distinguished between what struggle means and what serving the people means, and he put it into practice step by step."

As he spoke, Old Yu put the chess pieces back into the bowl, stood up, and said, "Alright, that's enough, I'm done playing."

"Only after arriving here did I realize that if one can clearly distinguish between family affairs, national affairs, and world affairs, and truly practice one's principles, then history's evaluation of one will not be low."

He turned around, stopped, said this sentence, and then put on his clothes and left the yard.

"Family affairs, national affairs, and world affairs are all shrouded in mist and smoke. Rivers surge and flow, officialdom flourishes in times of peace, and the affairs of emperors are fleeting and uncertain. Who can truly see them clearly?"

The middle-aged man chuckled and turned to leave.

……

Handong.

A school.

Two hospital buses followed several other vehicles to the school and parked in the square in front of the teaching building.

The door of the Maybach at the front opened, and Zhao Ruilong, shaking a Coke bottle in his hand, wearing sunglasses, got out of the car, stood with his legs turned outwards, and looked around the school.

Gao Xiaoqin also got out of the car, wearing a red bodycon dress.

On the square, a group of school leaders quickly came over and warmly shook hands with the two.

Behind him, four rows of elementary school students quickly walked out, holding flowers in their hands, jumping and cheering on the spot.

"Chairman Zhao, General Manager Gao, welcome, welcome."

Principal Lu Renyi had a big smile on his face.

"Our school is extremely grateful to your group for providing free medical checkups and food for our students. The students and parents are overjoyed. Knowing you would be visiting our school today, the parents all wanted to see our great philanthropist..."

Principal Lu Renyi kept spouting compliments, never repeating himself, because everyone knew he was the son of the former Party Secretary Zhao Lichun.

In the past two days, Shanshui Group suddenly contacted several hospitals and notified many schools to conduct free physical examinations. They also distributed meat, eggs, and milk, including two eggs, a sausage, and a pack of milk, and none of them were off-brand products. It cost a lot of money.

He didn't think this was Zhao Ruilong's original intention. After all these years, he had never seen it before. He assumed it was Zhao Lichun's idea to let his son do some good deeds.

Therefore, Principal Lu Renyi's attitude was appropriate, giving Zhao Ruilong ample face.

"Hehe, now that my business has grown and I'm making money, I have to give back to the people. I can't do much more, but I can still do things like health checkups and distribute some food," Zhao Ruilong said with a smile, which was different from the praise he received from some officials before, which was only because of his father.

This money came from his own charity work. Well, charity is good; he should do more charity work in the future.

Nearby, staff from the Shanshui Group instructed the reporters they had brought, saying, "Take pictures of the inventory."

Upon hearing this, the reporter nodded and said, "Don't worry, this is the brand that Kashyon used. The photos are very clear and it even has image stabilization."

"Come on, Mr. Zhao, Mr. Gao, and the leaders of your school, please stand together so I can take a picture of you." The staff member stepped forward.

'Click'

The image freezes on the scene of Zhao Ruilong warmly shaking hands with Principal B, a passerby.

"Alright, Principal Lu, let the students come out. We've tidied up the equipment here, that's about it. We still have a few schools to visit," Zhao Ruilong said.

"good,"

Principal Lu Renyi nodded, then turned and instructed, "Make an announcement over the loudspeaker, instructing all grades and classes to come over in an orderly manner according to the pre-arranged plan."

A moment later, a line formed in the square, and people entered the two vehicles in an orderly fashion to undergo medical examinations.

Zhao Ruilong politely declined the principal's suggestion that he sit inside the building, and instead leaned against the car, drinking a Coke.

"Mr. Zhao, should we send a copy of our materials to the Daily News?" suggested a staff member from Shanshui Group.

"What are you saying...?"

"Ring ring ring"

Before Zhao Ruilong could finish speaking, his phone rang.

"Feed".