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

This time, the car he rode in looked ordinary, but its specifications were not lacking.

After the convoy left the city and entered the main road, the road suddenly became wider.

Looking out the car window, Chu Shijun saw that he hadn't encountered any other cars for almost ten minutes after the previous intersection, and couldn't help but say, "Wentao."

"Secretary Chu, please speak."

Ye Wentao, in the passenger seat, quickly turned his head.

"What's going on with this road?"

Ye Wentao understood immediately. The road was well-built and led directly to the city center, but there were no cars on it, which was obviously abnormal.

After thinking about where he was going today, he glanced at the solemn-looking driver and hesitated, saying, "Secretary Chu, this road was built nine years ago by Nanyun Group in conjunction with the Tianhe Municipal Government."

"At the time, we considered that there was little foot traffic here, and there were no tourist attractions or farmland. Also, it was because that person had retired and said that the previous road was a bit broken and inconvenient to travel, so... Over time, it became a special passage that was agreed upon by convention."

"hehe"

Chu Shijun smiled inexplicably upon hearing this, "Do you have any photos of this road from before?"

"Yes, I took the picture before. Please wait a moment."

Ye Wentao took out his phone, operated it for a moment, and then handed it to the back of his head, saying, "Secretary Chu, take a look."

Chu Shijun took the photos and looked at them. There were more than a dozen photos, including the original road and photos of construction and renovation.

His gaze lingered on the original road, which showed no signs of being dilapidated.

"They really know how to spend money."

He handed the phone back to Ye Wentao and continued, "Who was the leader of Tianhe City at the time?"

"It was Governor Zhao. He was the Party Secretary of Tianhe City at the time. After the road was completed, he took office as the Party Secretary of Zhencheng City. Two years later, he also became the full-time Deputy Party Secretary of the province. The mayor at the time is now the Deputy Director of Daibiao and will retire soon."

Ye Wentao answered quickly.

Regardless of whether he knew these things before, he immediately made a note of them after becoming Chu Shijun's secretary.

"it is good."

Chu Shijun nodded slightly, said no more, and gazed quietly out the car window with his deep eyes.

Before long, an area surrounded by small hills came into view.

The low hills rise and fall, embracing the dwelling firmly like a natural barrier, with ancient trees forming a forest, their branches and leaves lush and verdant.

This road leads directly to the foot of the mountain, where security is provided.

The convoy did not stop upon approaching and drove straight in without hindrance.

At this moment, a shuttle bus drove out from the front and led the way.

Upon seeing this, Chu Shijun's gaze deepened.

The convoy slowly drove into the area surrounded by hills and finally stopped in front of an impressive old house.

As soon as Ye Wentao opened the car door, he saw Gu Yucai step out alone with a gentle smile on his face. After Chu Shijun got out of the car, Gu Yucai's sharp, eagle-like eyes subtly sized him up and down.

Chu Shijun did the same, walking up to the other person.

Gu Yucai, standing in front of the door, leaned against the terrain, exuding a sense of superiority.

Neither of them spoke, they just stared at each other from above and below.

The atmosphere instantly became tense after the engines of several cars stopped running.

Ye Wentao, who was standing next to the car, swallowed hard and boldly stepped forward, standing half a step behind Chu Shijun.

Gu Yucai glanced at him, then looked back at him. After a dozen seconds, he slowly extended his hand and said with a smile, "My lord, what a rare guest!"

He then pointed to the steps in front of him, "I have difficulty walking, so I need to avoid stepping on uneven ground."

"Hehe, it's alright. I'm young, so I should respect the elderly."

Chu Shijun smiled faintly, and instead of extending his hand immediately, he walked up the steps to the door, looked at Gu Yucai with level eyes, and shook his hand firmly.

Gu Yucai's pupils contracted for a moment, then returned to normal. He nodded and said, "That's true. It's good for young people to walk up and down stairs more often. Please!"

"please!"

The two walked through the gate together, with Ye Wentao following behind.

"Speaking of which, I didn't expect you to come this time. I originally thought that you would continue to send people to say that you were busy with work."

"You've invited me several times; it would be unreasonable for me to refuse again."

"hehe"

Gu Yucai smiled and led the two into the inner courtyard.

As I walked through a corridor, the sound of opera drifted to my ears: "I watched him build a magnificent mansion, I watched him entertain his guests, I watched his mansion collapse..."

Chu Shijun narrowed his eyes and said with interest, "You also enjoy listening to Kunqu opera?"

"Retired and with nothing to do, I usually just listen to some music to pass the time. Sit down."

Gu Yucai shook his head, sat down, glanced at Ye Wentao, and pointed to the table next to him. "This must be Comrade Wentao, right? Could you please make us some tea? I heard that Shijun likes Xianhao tea, and I happen to have some prepared here."

"You flatter me."

Ye Wentao quickly went to brew tea. The water was already prepared, and he soon placed the tea on the table in front of the two of them. Then he walked to the corridor door and waited silently.

"This young comrade is quite clever."

Seeing this, Gu Yucai smiled with satisfaction and turned his head to say, "Shijun, you can tell the tune from the music. Do you usually study it?"

"There was some discussion."

"Oh? Which genre do you prefer?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Chu Shijun said directly, "I can't say I particularly like any particular school, but I do have a couple of songs that I like."

"For example?"

"for example……"

Chu Shijun glanced at the small box next to the radio, got up and rummaged through it. "What a coincidence, you happen to have one here."

He then switched to the tape and pressed play.

Soon, a song started playing on the radio. After listening to a few lines, Gu Yucai's expression changed.

"...Singing of rise and fall is endless, lamenting sorrow is boundless. The desolate landscape of Daguli fills my eyes! I only await the plucking of the strings to convey my melancholy, to write of my anxieties in a different tune, to slowly recount the tales of the Tianbao era..."

He silently reached out and pressed the pause button, his voice slightly somber as he said, "In prosperous times, we do not sing mournful songs."

In response to this, Chu Shijun simply smiled slightly, offered no reply, and took out a cigarette, gesturing to it.

……

*Slap*

*Slap*

Gu Yucai took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Shijun, speaking of which, I even held you in my arms before. You should call me Uncle."

"Oh?"

Chu Shijun's heart skipped a beat. Was this an attempt to play the emotional card?

"In 1969, we went to celebrate your birthday. You were two years old then. Your parents were busy, and you saw Uncle Dong holding you. He was only a teenager at the time," Gu Yucai said with a look of reminiscence. "I held you for a while in the middle of the celebration, but you were very restless and kept crying and shouting."

"More than forty years have passed in the blink of an eye. I've witnessed your journey all these years, and I never imagined you'd reach this point. You're truly a force to be reckoned with!"

"Hehe, compared to you, I still have a long way to go, and I need to keep learning and accumulating experience."

Chu Shijun said calmly.

"Yes, being good at learning is a good thing."

Gu Yucai nodded, then changed the subject: "Shijun, it's not easy for you to be in this position. There are countless things to do in the province. There's no need to take some trivial matters too seriously, as it will only cause more trouble."