Qi Tongwei at the start: Not relying on Liang Lu, but winning by a single move against Heaven.

After seeing Zhong Xiaoai off, Qi Tongwei's life became much more uneventful.

The conditions in Bianxi were indeed very harsh, but the hardest thing to endure was the loneliness.

Especially in places like the municipal party committee, the daily work is almost the same, which is tedious and boring.

After work, figuring out how to relieve loneliness becomes the biggest problem.

Qi Tongwei made it a habit to have long phone conversations with Zhong Xiaoai every day.

It also became his way of relieving loneliness.

In between, he also wrote four or five letters to Gao Xiaoqin and sent her a thousand yuan.

He didn't dare send too many, not because he was afraid they would get lost, but because he was afraid that his father would misappropriate them.

Gao Xiaoqin wrote quite a few letters, almost one a week.

Her handwriting is beautiful, and her characters are full of spirit.

She told him about her studies and life in detail, down to the smallest detail.

She clearly regarded Qi Tongwei as a close older brother.

Days passed by, and half a year went by in the blink of an eye.

Two minor incidents occurred in between, which can be considered two small episodes.

The first thing is that Bianxi Welfare Lottery actually lost money!

After Cheng Shizhong took control of the lottery office.

The newly appointed deputy director of the lottery office completely copied Qi Tongwei's playing style.

Mobile truck raffles, media promotions, and regular events at the stadium...

At first, everything was normal. The publicity was effective, and lottery sales increased day by day.

However, as the number of events increased, the people participating in the draws figured out the tricks of the trade.

There have even been professional lottery players.

These professional lottery draw participants will keep track of the remaining tickets and the number of prizes.

When the prize amount exceeds the face value of the lottery ticket, they buy all the lottery tickets and take away the remaining prizes.

The newly appointed deputy director of the lottery office completely ignored the situation and made no predictions whatsoever.

Sure enough, as expected, the unexpected finally happened.

At a raffle event held in a stadium, a professional raffle operator took action.

Four or five Uyghur men pooled together 20,000 yuan and booked the entire venue.

These guys were all seasoned veterans; after paying, they didn't even tear up the lottery tickets.

They pointed to the remaining prizes and had them loaded onto the tractor.

At first, the staff didn't pay attention and let them move it.

The remaining prizes were just a few television sets and some bottles and jars.

But as I was moving it, something felt off.

After moving everything off the stage, the group started pushing their motorcycles.

Staff rushed to stop them, and the two sides almost came to blows.

What they said makes a lot of sense.

We've bought all the lottery tickets; any prizes that haven't been drawn are ours.

But the staff knew perfectly well what was going on.

These motorcycles and the Santana weren't prizes at all; they were "actors."

The two sides were locked in a heated argument, and the situation was on the verge of spiraling out of control.

The newly appointed deputy director of the lottery office panicked.

If a real fight breaks out, it will become an ethnic conflict, which he cannot afford to bear.

In the end, they had no choice but to compromise and let the group drive away their motorcycles and cars.

Fortunately in misfortune.

Five motorcycles were left unattended, plus the Santana, resulting in a total loss of 22 yuan.

Well, now this whole event has been a complete waste.

They didn't make any money, and they even got their "actors" fired.

This incident greatly angered Wang Quanyou.

Cheng Shizhong received a scolding, a minor but not insignificant one.

Because of this incident, Cheng Shizhong gained a new understanding of Qi Tongwei.

This kid is truly capable.

The reason is simple: he learned it from Baimaiti.

Qi Tongwei has also encountered this situation.

They handled it very well, anticipating the situation beforehand and preventing the person drawing the prize from winning.

The second thing is, ironically speaking.

At the municipal CPPCC meeting, Wang Quanyou spoke as usual, reading from the first secretary's prepared remarks.

The manuscript is of very high quality, with eloquent writing and numerous quotations.

But Wang Quanyou ran into a problem halfway through reading it.

He forced himself to pronounce "檎梏" as "至告".

There was nothing he could do; he didn't recognize those two characters.

He had no choice but to become a scholar in Shandong, studying only half of it.

His position is such that even if he misreads something, no one dares to say anything.

After reading the manuscript, Wang Quanyou misread four or five words.

After the meeting, Wang Quanyou's face darkened slightly.

After the meeting, he did not lose his temper, nor did he cause trouble for the first secretary.

He handed the speech to Qi Tongwei and left with a single sentence.

"From now on, you will be in charge of writing speeches."

Qi Tongwei was quick-witted; after reading the original manuscript, he immediately understood the crux of the problem.

This group of cadres who emerged after the Cultural Revolution were mostly graduates of the Central Party School.

They all worked their way up from the bottom, so they have experience, but not high academic qualifications.

Having figured this out, Qi Tongwei tried his best to avoid using obscure characters when writing his manuscripts.

Even when it is used, it is deliberately written as a homophone of "white character".

He wrote several articles for Wang Quanyou, which won Wang Quanyou's favor.

Wang Quanyou personally appointed Qi Tongwei as his full-time writing secretary.

Although his job rank remained unchanged, it led to him having more frequent contact with Wang Quanyou.

As the old saying goes.

Those who are good at doing things are not as good as those who are good at talking, and those who are good at talking are not as good as those who are good at bluffing.

The more you show your face to your superiors, the more opportunities you will naturally have.

......

Before we knew it, it was December, and the end of the year was fast approaching.

Qi Tongwei had also finished most of his work.

He then decided to take his family visit leave.

In the 1990s, cadres sent to support border regions were entitled to 30 days of leave to visit their families.

Moreover, this family visit leave does not include travel time; it is a full thirty days.

Qi Tongwei deliberately chose a time close to the end of the workday to knock on Wang Quanyou's door.

When Wang Quanyou saw that it was Qi Tongwei, he smiled and invited him to sit down.

"There's tea in the cupboard, you can brew it yourself."

Qi Tongwei served him for about half a year and was highly appreciated by Wang Quanyou.

The other secretaries in this room rarely even had the chance to sit down, let alone have tea.

Although Wang Quanyou offered him a seat, Qi Tongwei dared not.

He first poured out the herbal tea from Wang Quanyou's cup and brewed him a new one.

He counted the tea leaves very carefully when adding them.

Nine tea leaves, not one more, not one less.

Wang Quanyou is a picky eater; he finds an extra grain bitter and a little too bland.

After brewing the tea, he put two packs of Zhonghua cigarettes into the drawer to Wang Quanyou's right.

"Secretary, it's still your old habit, your number starts with 329."

Wang Quanyou frowned slightly and grumbled.

"Hey, the city has rations... why are you always doing this?"

Qi Tongwei put down his cigarette, sat in the chair opposite him, and answered with a smile.

"You don't like other cigarettes, do you...?"

Wang Quanyou complained, but didn't refuse, and tossed him a cigarette with a smile.

"Hey kid... don't forget to get reimbursed by the office..."

Qi Tongwei responded and quickly lit a cigarette for him.

When Wang Quanyou saw that Qi Tongwei hadn't left, he knew that Qi had something to say.

He glanced at Qi Tongwei and spoke with a smile.

"Just say what's on your mind..."

For some reason, he was always in a good mood whenever he saw Qi Tongwei.

"This must be what they call 'love at first sight,'" Wang Quanyou thought to himself.

Qi Tongwei didn't hide anything and directly stated his purpose.

"Secretary, the Chinese New Year is approaching, and I've almost finished all my work. I'd like to ask for annual leave."

"I've come to ask for your permission first, to see if you have any other plans."

Wang Quanyou nodded and gave Qi Tongwei a deep look.

He instantly understood why Qi Tongwei could win his favor.

After six months of getting to know each other, Qi Tongwei always put himself first, no matter how big or small the matter was.

Just like today, he could have easily gone through the leave application process and gotten approval directly from the personnel department.

But he didn't.

He first consulted me to see if his leave request would clash with my work schedule.

Thinking about this, Wang Quanyou couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

It's rare to see such a meticulous young person.

He took a deep drag of his cigarette and spoke with a smile.

"You've been here for half a year now, it's time to go back and visit... I don't have any other plans. You don't need to accompany me on the pre-New Year visit. You can go through the formalities."

He paused slightly, then added another sentence.

"Buy more local specialties to take back home so your family can try them..."

......

After leaving Wang Quanyou's office, Qi Tongwei went straight to Baimaiti's office.

He pushed open the door and tossed a cigarette onto the desk.

"Brother Bai, get me a train ticket..."

Baimaiti took the cigarette, lit it, and spoke with a smile.

"You're taking your family visit leave? When are you leaving?"

"I'll leave on whichever date you get a ticket..."

Qi Tongwei lit the cigarette for him and replied with a smile.

Baimaiti exhaled a puff of smoke and nodded.

"No problem, it's still a soft sleeper in Handong, right?"

Qi Tongwei took a deep drag of his cigarette and waved his hand.

"We're going to Shenzhen, not a soft sleeper, a hard sleeper is fine... It wouldn't look good if people found out..."

Baimaiti was taken aback, frowned slightly, and looked at Qi Tongwei.

"Shenzhen? Why are you going to Shenzhen instead of going home?"