Chapter 119: He Wenbao Arrives to Surrender

  "Oh, I was so nervous that I forgot to mention it earlier. My husband's name is He Wenbao, and he's the deputy director of the county government office. He had heard that Mayor Feng was coming and had been wanting to come over to ask for instructions from the leadership. This morning, I coincidentally met you again, and just now I mentioned it to him in passing. As a result, he asked me to help introduce him to you no matter what. Look, he's my husband - how could I possibly refuse? So..." Wang Hong put on an expression of great difficulty.

  "Haha, Director Wang, your work attitude is indeed clear-cut, not even caring about your husband's affairs for the sake of your job? Let me tell you, that won't do. As a party member, one is also human and has emotions. Your husband wants to see me and needs you to introduce him, which is originally your family matter, what are you pushing it off for? Alright, tell Director He about it, I'll meet him in the reception hall in a bit."

  Feng Sichao really didn't expect that Wang Hong's husband was actually a deputy director of the county government office. This was somewhat beyond his expectations. What made him even more surprised was that he had just been ignored at the county committee meeting, but He Wenbao wanted to see him at this time, which was quite meaningful. People are like this, adding flowers to silk is easy, but sending charcoal in snowy weather is increasingly difficult.

  Now Feng Sichao was thinking of having a good chat with someone about the affairs of Dahulu County and also wanted some reliable helpers. Someone had come looking for him, which was really the best thing that could happen. How could he possibly push them away? He decided to meet with them regardless of whether they were coming with a sincere attitude or were arranged by others to test his role. Even if it was just giving face to Director Wang, it was inevitable that he would meet them eventually.

  Feng Sicheng readily agreed, which made Wang Hong very happy. "Okay, then County Magistrate Feng will go to the dining hall first, I've already reserved a private room for you. I'll just go and tell Wen He about it, I'm sure he'll be thrilled."

  Wang Hong's excitement was not fake, and Feng Si Zhe, who had been through two lifetimes, could still see things clearly in some situations. Seeing Wang Hong's genuine excitement, he went to make a phone call with a smile, thinking that if someone wanted to meet him, no matter what their attitude was, he would still face them head-on.

  Feng Siche had just sat down in the single room specially arranged by Wang Hong for him, and the dishes had just been served. A middle-aged man came into the house. Of course, Wang Hong was walking behind him, watching as he walked into the house, she smiled and nodded politely at Feng Siche, "Director Feng, you two eat slowly, talk slowly, I'll take care of things outside."

  Wang Hong's cautious attitude made Feng Sicheng laugh uncontrollably. How did it become like an underground party? As the deputy county head, he was in a superior-subordinate relationship with the deputy director of the county government office, and there was nothing to avoid in their interactions. Why be so cautious? It could only mean one thing: Wang Hong's husband, He Wenbao, must have had some material in his hands, and he should be someone who has been ostracized by others; otherwise, he wouldn't behave like this.

  Since he came to himself intentionally, and was also Wang Hong's husband, Feng Sicheng made an exception and stood up, extending his hand and saying: "Is it Director He? Ah, I am Feng Sicheng."

  "County Magistrate Feng, I am He Wenbao." As soon as He Wen saw that Feng Si Zhe had given him a high courtesy, he hastily stood up. At the same time, he was also somewhat moved. The other party, as a member of the county committee and executive vice-county magistrate, was able to take the initiative to stand up and welcome himself. This in itself was an attitude. From now on, as long as he grasped it well and made enough effort, he believed that today's talk would definitely have a good result.

  Feng Sicheng and He Wenbao shook hands, then sat down again. The same was that everyone was sizing each other up, but the difference was that the former was more generous, with a more casual sitting posture, while the latter, even when observing people, was not so blatant, of course, his sitting posture was also half-arsed, well-versed in official rules.

  He Wenbao, 39 years old, is only three hundred days away from being free from doubt. He is currently serving as a deputy director in the county government office, and his future prospects are clearly not promising.

  Some people are always described as being neither high nor low, but when it comes to He Wenbao, this description doesn't seem to apply. While he may not be outstanding, he's not necessarily mediocre either. His performance is only average, and if you were to say that he has a bright future ahead of him, probably not many people would believe it. Generally speaking, in a county-level government, there are plenty of people like him - not exactly a dime a dozen, but certainly not rare either. However, He Wenbao's initial impression on Feng Sicheng was quite good, and this was all because of one thing: he had the same habit as Feng Sicheng, which was to dress very neatly.