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

"Of course, I'm not saying this specifically to criticize you. You have to stand up straight when you're being punished. This is the last time I'm telling you, you need to change your old ways."

"Governor, rest assured, I will definitely make changes. Please supervise me and my colleagues."

Even if Chu Shijun hadn't said those words, Li Dakang would still have to change his ways; otherwise, the punishment he received would be like a sword hanging over his head, ready to fall at any moment.

"While I'm in Handong, I can keep an eye on you. Even after I leave, you should still take the supervision of your comrades seriously."

Chu Shijun immediately turned his head away.

"Comrade Xiaofeng, are you confident you can take on this task?"

The two were startled. They were the kind of people who always kept their words to themselves, so they knew there was a lot of information in those words.

Yang Xiaofeng was so overwhelmed by this unexpected windfall that he realized Governor Changsheng was right: after all, the clouds will part and the moon will shine.

"Governor, rest assured, I will definitely be able to supervise Comrade Dakang and help him develop Jingzhou's economy to a higher level."

Li Dakang, standing beside him, looked on with envy. How wonderful! He and Yang Xiaofeng now had something to look forward to.

After thinking about his future, he tentatively asked, "Governor, could you take me with you? I also want to see the outside world. If you take me with you, you can better supervise me."

"Just do your job well. Where you're transferred is up to your superiors. Everyone wants to follow me, but can I take them all with me?"

Chu Shijun neither agreed nor refused.

Li Dakang understood. He stood guard and, if he really wanted to leave, he would ask Zhong Zhenguo to intercede for him.

He didn't say anything more, planning to contact his father-in-law later.

Now he suddenly realized that having a good father-in-law is a blessing. As for the rest, who cares about being shameful? Anyway, the most shameful one is Hou Liangping, who operates the sewing machine.

On the other side, Chu Shijun lit another cigarette, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly asked, "Tell me, do you think there's anything wrong with my usual actions? Or is everything I do right, wise and correct?"

The two exchanged a glance and silently smoked.

"See, you still don't dare to answer, because I'm still here, right in front of you."

Chu Shijun got up from his chair and walked to a corner of the courtyard, where a pomegranate tree stood, the only remaining plant after the weeds had been cleared.

At this time, the tree was covered with bright red flowers.

"This tree was planted by my father when I was still in Huayang. I only learned about it after I came back. He said that since I was going into politics, I should be as successful as this pomegranate flower, with my original aspiration burning brightly and my beliefs unwavering."

He turned around and looked directly at the group of people in their direction.

"You dare not answer my questions, but when I am gone, future generations will dare. Whether I am good or bad, whether my actions are right or wrong, history will judge me, and history is always written by the people."

"After more than 20 years of work, I have not yet disgraced myself, but what about the future? I cannot guarantee it."

"So, I will continue writing. When I have some free time, I will write a book, including my life story, my experiences, my strengths and weaknesses, so that future generations can read it."

"If by then, my strengths will account for 60%, then this journey will not have been in vain."

Chu Shijun kept his word.

After reading this book, a famous historian, after careful consideration, wrote down the eight-character evaluation: "Wen Da Yao Shun, Wu Zhi Han Tang".

"Okay, we've talked long enough today. Now that you've said what's on your mind, you can sleep well tonight."

"Everyone, go and rest. We'll set off back to Handong early tomorrow morning."

"Xiao Li, you four should rest too. There are always people around here, so don't worry."

Xiao Li and his three companions looked at each other and nodded. After arriving here, they had indeed discovered hidden sentries in several nearby locations.

"Governor, we're right here. Just call us if you need anything." Xiao Li handed Chu Shijun a small black cube with a button on it.

"Okay, I'll put it next to my pillow."

Chu Shijun and the others entered the house, washed up briefly, and then went to their respective rooms.

Xiao Li moved a single bed and slept outside Chu Shijun's room.

The other three were on the second floor, on the sofa in the lobby, and in the car outside the courtyard.

……

Around 9 p.m., the lights were still on in Li Dakang's room.

He thought of what Chu Shijun had said, hesitated for a long time, and then sent a message to Zhong Zhenguo: Dad, are you asleep?

I waited for several minutes, but there was still no reply.

Just as he was about to turn off the lights and go to sleep, the phone rang.

"Dakang, what's up? Didn't you go to Qin Province for an inspection and research trip with Comrade Shijun?"

Zhong Zhenguo's deep, powerful voice came through the phone, and the sounds of a door closing and a lighter being lit could be faintly heard.

"The research just finished, I'm going back tomorrow, I'm getting ready to sleep now."

Li Dakang lit a cigarette, then hesitated before asking, "Governor Chu was just chatting with us and mentioned that he's going to make a move?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then a voice suddenly asked, "You want to come along?"

"I can't hide it from you; I have this idea."

Li Dakang told the truth.

"Heh, what you're thinking is all out in the open for me. I know exactly what you're thinking."

Zhong Zhenguo said calmly,

"What did he say?"

"Let me stand guard."

Standing guard?

Zhong Zhenguo narrowed his eyes on the other end of the phone, then smiled. He was putting the problem to them.

After thinking for a moment, he got up and left the study, went downstairs, and knocked on his father's door.

Li Dakang listened to the voice coming from the phone and waited quietly.

About ten minutes later, after he had lit three or four cigarettes, Zhong Zhenguo finally spoke.

However, it wasn't an answer, but a question.

"Dakang, do you know why I tried to match you up with Xiao Ai?"

Li Dakang remained silent, knowing full well that there was no need to answer.

Sure enough, Zhong Zhenguo said, "Originally, we paid a price for that bastard in Handong, but we managed to withdraw safely."

"But often, the choice isn't in your hands."

"Do you know why he came to Handong?"

"Zhao Lichun".

Li Dakang said quickly.

"Yes, but not entirely. You may have heard that he's going to Baiyun."

Zhong Zhenguo neither confirmed nor denied the statement.

Li Dakang's pupils contracted; he wasn't a sandbrush, and he understood immediately upon hearing this.

Damn it, I spoke too soon. I can't go, I can't go.

In a battle between powerful beings, he would have been cannon fodder in the past!

"Dad, it's getting late, you should go to bed early."

Thinking of this, he immediately prepared to hang up the phone, pretending that nothing had been said.

"I'm not sleepy yet."

Zhong Zhenguo said calmly, "You're the one who wants to go through the past, and you're the one who doesn't want to go through the past. Is there such a good thing in the world?"

"I just talked to Grandpa Xiao Ai, and he also said that if you do something, you have to stick to it to the end, and if you don't do it, you have to learn to be patient."

"But to endure, you need to be open-minded and resilient. Dakang, can you hold on?"

Li Dakang's lips twitched slightly.

If we really need to be patient, then we're talking about his punishment: a one-year and six-month disciplinary period followed by a three- to six-month probationary period.

It may not look long, but for them, there are only so many spots.

If you start too late, and you get too old, you'll miss out on everything.

Even if it's brought up again later, it will be a situation where you have to clap and raise your hand, and you still can't not clap or raise your hand.

Besides, once you leave the meeting room, who cares who you are?

Li Dakang asked himself a question.

Given his personality, he wouldn't be able to endure it.

Are you suggesting he follow Zhao Lichun's example and try to take a gamble?

If that were the case, he might suddenly have a heart attack.