Rebirth of the Flying Era

   Chapter 170 The Great Leader and Lover

   But when he heard Section Chief Qian of Jiaodaokou, he knew what was going on, and he remembered that Section Chief Qian brought Du Fei there last time.

  Because of the special nature of the Women's Federation, it is not uncommon for people like Section Chief Qian to bring their own or familiar juniors to come over to have a familiar face.

   Director Zhang couldn't remember all of them, but she still remembered when she saw Du Fei.

   One is that the time interval is not too long, and the other is Du Fei's height and appearance, which really stands out from the crowd.

   Director Zhang smiled, walked out from behind the desk, took the document bag in Du Fei's hand, and opened it to check.

   Then he locked it in the filing cabinet and said to Du Fei, "I remember you are the nephew of the city bureau Xiao Chen, right?"

  Du Fei smiled and said, "Director Zhang, you have a good memory!"

   Director Zhang turned around and complained, "Anyone who is not a director, didn't you say she was called Aunt Zhang last time?"

  Du Fei smiled and immediately changed his tune.

   The last time I came with Section Chief Qian, it was for Section Chief Qian’s face.

  This time he came by himself, of course, he had to reconfirm Director Zhang's attitude, so as not to be too close and embarrassed on both sides.

   "Sit down~ What are you doing standing." Director Zhang pointed to the sofa next to him: "Wait for Auntie to pour you a cup of tea."

  Du Fei hurriedly said, "Thank you Aunt Zhang."

   Director Zhang brought tea leaves, sat next to Du Fei, and asked while making tea, "Is it 20 this year?"

   "I am nineteen years old." Du Fei replied.

   "Oh~ Nineteen, I'm a little younger..." Director Zhang muttered to himself, and asked, "I don't have a partner yet?"

  Du Fei smiled and said, "Look at what you said, how old I am."

   Director Zhang said: "That's right, don't worry about waiting for two years, hey~ it's better for you to be young!"

  Du Fei continued, "Aunt Zhang, you don't look too old! No one will believe it if you go out and say that you are less than forty."

   Director Zhang immediately smiled happily, but waved his hand and said, "No way~ I'm old!" He pushed the teacup over.

  Du Fei took a breath and said, "Hey? Aunt Zhang, your tea is so fragrant!"

   Du Fei and Director Zhang are not familiar with each other. If he wants to chat without being awkward, he must find a topic as soon as possible.

  If you can’t talk and go hastily, not only will you not make a good impression, but you will also appear to be empty and have nothing to say.

   And Du Fei's plan is to chat for at least 20 minutes before leaving, to leave some impression on Director Zhang, and when he comes next time, he will be able to think of him without passing through the identities of Section Chief Qian and Chen Zhongyuan's nephew.

   Director Zhang flashed a smug look: "This is Bamboo Leaf Green from Mount Emei, brought to my hometown last time."

   "Are you from Sichuan?" Du Fei asked.

   Director Zhang nodded and sighed, "I was only eighteen when I left home with the Red Army, and I'm about the same age as you. It's been thirty years in a flash."

  Du Fei nodded, not very easy to answer.

  Fortunately, Director Zhang only felt sorry for a moment, then smiled and said, "This man~ As he gets older, he always likes to think about the past."

  Du Fei said: "You are homesick, why didn't you go back and have a look after liberation?"

Director Zhang said: "A few years ago, my wife went to work in Sichuan, but he went back to his hometown a few times." He shook his head and said, "I didn't know many people back then, and my relatives only had a seventh uncle and grandfather, and he disappeared the year before. "

  Du Fei regretted making this talk, he couldn't take it anymore!

   said that the seventh uncle and grandfather were gone.

   Fortunately, this guy is thick-skinned. When he found out that the situation was wrong, he immediately admitted his mistake: "Aunt Zhang, look, I don't know how to chat, it just reminds you of sad things."

   Director Zhang instead burst into a smile: "You kid, what's your business! Oh~ me too, what are you doing telling you about the rotten millet!"

  Du Fei thought to himself, this Auntie Zhang is from Sichuan, Sichuan...a clever idea said: "Aunt Zhang, it's not easy for you to eat hometown food in the capital, isn't it?

Director Zhang is also a good person. As soon as Du Fei mentioned this, he guessed one or two, nodded and said: "This is the case, if you want to go to a restaurant in the capital, it is all Shandong cuisine, or it is a Muslim restaurant. Make it at home by yourself. , I’m missing this one, and one that’s missing that. But I’ve gotten used to walking around in recent years, and I don’t pay much attention to where I go and where I eat.”

   A strange color flashed in Du Fei's eyes, and he said with a smile, "How about an old Red Army like you! Your ideological awareness is high."

   Originally, Du Fei wanted to take the opportunity to lift the pillar and cook Sichuan cuisine for this Director Zhang.

   But hearing the polite rejection from the other party's words, he stopped immediately.

   After all, the relationship between the two sides has not yet reached that point, and it is easy to cause disgust if you are too rushed.

   followed with a few more gossips, and when the cup of tea was almost finished, Du Fei said goodbye.

   It can be seen that Director Zhang has a good impression of him, and he sent it out to the office before leaving.

  Du Fei came out and went straight downstairs.

   There is no legitimate reason for him to wander around the building.

   After returning to the Sub-district Office, I met Section Chief Qian and went back to my desk to sit down.

  Du Fei thought of Director Zhang again, and couldn't help but think: "Sichuan native~ My lover worked in Sichuan a few years ago, and he moved to Beijing last year, and he was still a vice-province. Could it be... that Zhuzi knew that big leader? Could it be such a coincidence?"

  Du Fei thought about it for a while, then shook his head slightly again, wondering why he was doing this, regardless of whether he was or not, he didn't point at him.

  Du Fei silently adjusted his mentality, took out the little red book and started to memorize it from the first one.

   Not to mention, compared to the whole story of the m-selection, Xiaohongben excerpts all the essence, it looks quite energetic, and it is not boring to carry on the back.

   It was not until he got off work at night that Du Fei put away his little red book and rode his car to Bai Lao Si Yang Tang.

   From a distance, I saw a three-wheeled motorcycle parked outside the store.

  Du Fei knew that it was Jiang Donglai's new car.

   When Du Fei approached, he saw several cigarette butts thrown next to the sidecar motorcycle. Jiang Donglai should have been standing here waiting for him not long ago.

   At this moment, Jiang Donglai came out of the alley next to the store, wearing a military coat.

   There is a public toilet more than 20 meters away, and it is estimated that he ran to release the water.

   Seeing Du Fei, Jiang Donglai immediately smiled brightly: "Come on~ go to the house, I've prepared some good chews for you today."

  Du Fei smiled and parked his bicycle next to him: "What's so delicious? It's still a problem to sell to me."

   While talking, the two of them lifted the cotton curtain and entered the store.

  The business inside is not bad, the house where the sheep soup is sitting in the big pot is steaming hot.

  Du Fei and Jiang Donglai didn't stop in front and went straight into the back room.

  The table is set up in the room, and the small aluminum pot is sitting on the stove as usual.

  Jiang Dong came in, flashed off his military coat, put the small aluminum pot on the stove on the table, and said with a smile, "This pot is not mutton!"

   Du Fei was also interested and reached out to lift the lid of the pot.

   There is a pot of meat stewed in the bright red soup, but there is no name for it.

  Jiang Donglai didn't sell any more, he laughed and said: "In the past two days, an old comrade from Northeast China came to Beijing to do business, and he brought a whole deer, and several people gave it to me. I got a deer leg!"

   (end of this chapter)