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

"Uncle, may I smoke?"

Chu Shijun took out a cigarette and asked.

Pei Yihong pushed the ashtray over.

After lighting one, Chu Shijun placed the cigarette case on the table, took a deep drag, and said:

"my country's reform and opening up has been going on for ten years. It can be said to be a magnificent process. Everyone is in the torrent. During this period, many people have stood on the front line by their own efforts or luck. On the front line, there is unlimited glory, unlimited temptation, and also unlimited risk. It depends on how we grasp it."

Pei Yihong's eyes lit up, and he picked up the cigarette case, took out a cigarette, and lit it. He was deeply moved by these words. The times create heroes, and heroes are also made in due time. That's the principle.

Some people rise to the top by riding the wave of opportunity, but if they lack the ability to adapt to the changing times and the development of things, they will eventually be eliminated.

In the market, signs of this are beginning to emerge. With the development of the private economy, many insightful individuals have seized this opportunity to amass great wealth.

The scenery, the temptations, and the risks are all present; if you can't grasp it, the tide of the times will sweep you away.

Chu Shijun leaned back and continued, "Looking at the past is far clearer than looking at the future; excitement and confusion are intertwined in everyone's heart."

"By learning from history, we can understand rise and fall. As for how things will develop in the future, perhaps the vast sea of ​​history has already told us the answer. The future prosperity of the Great Xia is inevitable and is the inevitable result of the development of the times. We can see the clue from just one point: population."

"Population?" Pei Yihong nodded, signaling him to continue.

"To be precise, it's the demographic dividend. People are the fundamental driving force behind the development of productivity, from the agricultural era to the industrial era..."

"The vast population of Great Xia is the foundation, the wheels and fuel that keep the car running at high speed. The economic power that can be unleashed from such a huge market is terrifying. From having nothing to standing tall in the East, the power of human beings cannot be ignored."

"However, we must also be wary that the benefits will eventually run out. We cannot over-consume them because of blind pursuit. That's why I mentioned in the book that we must adhere to our fundamental principle—serving the people. This is the foundation and the source."

After listening, Pei Yihong gave Chu Shijun a deep look, his gaze scrutinizing her. He tapped Chu Shijun with his cigarette and said, "Your idea is bold, but also very reasonable. You're destined for politics; one day you'll be in charge of a region. You wrote this book; what will you, as the author, do in the future?"

"Listen to the voices of the people more," Chu Shijun said calmly. "From the moment I chose this path, I told myself that wherever I go in the future, I should visit the countryside instead of just focusing on the superficially prosperous cities."

"If rural people can live a good life and no longer think about moving to the city, then we can say that we have done our job well."

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The study remained quiet for a long time until Pei Qianqian came to call the two of them for dinner.

……

At the dinner table, Pei Yihong changed his serious expression from when they first met, and his smile became very amiable. He even pretended not to see Pei Qianqian making some small gestures and winks.

"Shijun, try this fish. Your Aunt Zhou is the best at cooking fish."

Pei Yihong pointed to the braised carp on the table.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yuwen glanced at Pei Qianqian, who stuck out her tongue.

Chu Shijun did as he was told, picking up a piece with his chopsticks, but almost spat it out as soon as it entered his mouth. Had they put a whole bag of salt in it?

But thinking that it was made by his mother-in-law, he still nodded against his conscience and said, "Delicious, delicious!" Perhaps Old Pei just has a strong palate.

"Is it really that delicious?"

Pei Qianqian blinked, picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth, then immediately spat it out.

'Pah!' 'Pah!'

"It's so salty."

Seeing this, Pei Yihong looked puzzled, picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks, and frowned after eating it. "Qianqian, did you make this?"

"Alright, alright, if it tastes bad, just spit it out. We'll make fish soup tomorrow," Zhou Yuwen said, picking up the fish and heading towards the kitchen. "It's all because of Qianqian. She said she learned a few tricks from her master's wife and is already a master chef. She insisted on showing off her cooking skills to you, her father and boyfriend. She put in too much salt and then blamed me for using a spoon that was too big..."

Before he could finish speaking, Pei Qianqian covered his mouth, her face flushed with embarrassment. "It was a mistake, it was a mistake this time, it definitely won't happen next time."

"Sigh, my precious daughter has never cooked for me at home, but it's different when her boyfriend comes to live with us," Old Pei said sourly from the side.

"How dare you talk about Qianqian while we're eating?"

Hearing this, Pei Qianqian continued to serve food to the two of them without any hesitation. Zhou Yuwen felt a little embarrassed because she had done the same thing back then, as had her sisters.

Isn't this also a form of inheritance?

……

The next day, with Chu Shijun's words still on his mind, Pei Yihong went to the provincial government in high spirits after breakfast. He immediately issued a notice to convene a government meeting and decided to raise the ideological level of some cadres and broaden their horizons.

During the meeting, he had a copy of "The Rise of a Great Power" Volume 10 at hand, wore the watch given to him by Chu Shijun, held a new fountain pen, and spoke with great enthusiasm: "Comrades, our country's reform and opening up can be described as magnificent and sweeping..."

After he finished speaking, Zhao Anbang, the executive vice governor standing next to him, immediately led the applause and exclaimed, "Governor Pei, your speech was truly insightful and thought-provoking. I was deeply moved. Now that reform and opening up have entered a critical stage, the cities are developing well, but what about the rural areas? We cadres have to go and see for ourselves to truly understand."

"Haha, that's not what I said," Pei Yihong chuckled, picking up a book from the table and waving it around. "It's what the author of this book said."

"Oh, is that top student from Han University, Chu Shijun?" A vice governor asked curiously upon seeing the book title.

"That's him! This book is well-written. I heard that Comrade Shijun is also an outstanding member of the Communist Party of China in Handong Province. The history book he's currently writing is also receiving good feedback. Minister Zhou of the Daxia Daily even praised him by name. He still has such a forward-looking vision. What a good comrade!" The Secretary-General of the Provincial Government immediately replied upon seeing that it was this book.

Others might not know, but he, the secretary-general, knew it all too well—this man was the governor's son-in-law.

Although he knew Pei Yihong disliked flattery, he was telling the truth, so there couldn't be anything wrong with that, could there?

Sure enough, after he finished speaking, Pei Yihong said, "That's right, it's what Comrade Shijun said. I was deeply moved after hearing it at home last night, so I brought it here to discuss with you."

At home?

Everyone seized on this word and connected it to the fact that Pei Qianqian was also studying at Han University.

This is a perfect son-in-law!

Everyone here is shrewd; they all know exactly why the secretary-general was praising them so enthusiastically.

However, they couldn't join in the boasting in this setting, since Pei Yihong clearly didn't intend to say anything.