Restarting 16 Years Old, the Champion is Tiger and Tea

"Mr. Wen, I am Secretary Sun from the District Committee Secretariat, Sun Guifu."

Wen Xin's voice suddenly became enthusiastic.

"Oh, it's Secretary Sun. You've been promoted now. We haven't seen each other for many years."

Secretary Sun on the opposite side spoke in an official tone in a steady manner.

"What's the point of promotion? It's just a matter of following the routine. I just heard about you from Li Zheming yesterday, so I just wanted to call you and catch up."

"Alas, as I get older, I feel particularly nostalgic. I miss the days when I was in the district, when I was in my prime."

Wen Xin chatted with him about this and that while his mind was racing.

Hearing that Secretary Sun did not talk about the key topics, but only reminisced about the past and talked about feelings, it seems that I must be the one who took the initiative.

Anyway, no matter what his purpose is, he is Li Zheming's boss and we must maintain a good relationship with him.

"Oh, Secretary Sun, who said it wasn't true? When you called me, my eyes welled up with tears. I remembered how you all looked like in your prime more than a decade ago."

"Secretary Sun, after you got promoted, I still haven't had the chance to treat you to a meal to show my appreciation. Today is the weekend, how about I host you and treat you to a meal?"

If you keep beating around the bush and playing the emotional card without getting to the point, there's a high probability that they'll have to meet.

You can't ask this kind of old official what he wants directly on the phone.

They just ask about nothing, and then the conversation ends, and then they will think you are ungrateful.

Wen Xin, who has been successful in his career for decades, has long been aware of the twists and turns in these people's minds.

"Hey, Mr. Wen, this won't do. Even if I have to treat you, it should be me. Thank you for your support for my work back then. Don't eat. We have work discipline."

Wen Xin was really convinced after hearing this.

Look how you put it, it's complete and perfect, without any leaks.

"Then don't eat, just drink tea with old friends. Your discipline shouldn't be so strict that you can't even drink tea with old friends."

"Secretary Sun, I opened a teahouse. You are knowledgeable and experienced. Please come and give us some guidance on our work."

......

After hanging up the phone, Wen Xin breathed a sigh of relief.

It’s really tiring.

Dealing with such cunning people is much more brain-burning than dealing with suppliers and customers in the past.

She then called Li Zheming.

"Zheming, when you talked to Secretary Sun about me the other day, what did he say specifically? Please review the details for me."

Wen Xin already knew what Li Zheming had experienced in the past two days, and also heard him say that Secretary Sun mentioned that he knew her.

"He said he knew you when he was in the district before, and that your factory was a key enterprise."

"...Oh, and he also asked me how Mr. Chai was doing. I said he passed away last year... That was all."

Wen Xin blinked and pondered.

"Then... do you know some personal information about Secretary Sun, including his family?"

"Uh... Secretary Sun has only been in our company for a little over two years. As for his personal information..."

"I heard that before he was transferred here, he lost his mother and wife within a year, which was a big blow. His son seems to be very capable. He works in computers and has become a senior executive in a large company."

......

As the lights come on, the Song-style lanterns in Yasong Teahouse emit a dim light.

Wen Xin looked at Secretary Sun opposite him and sighed that time is a butcher's knife.

Secretary Sun, who was full of vigor and vitality back then, is now bald and has a big belly.

"Secretary Sun, come on, let's have a simple meal in my tea room tonight. Don't think it's too simple."

Secretary Sun watched the waiters push the food cart and start placing food on the table.

"Hey, Mr. Wen, you call this a light meal?"

Wen Xin smiled and waved his hand:

"This is from Zhou Yanqing's main store. He has a store next door. This is my first time ordering food from him."

"Mr. Zhou said that everything will be done according to the highest standards and will make sure you are satisfied."

A trace of discomfort flashed across Secretary Sun's face, but was quickly replaced by cheerfulness.

Just as he was about to speak, Zhou Yanqing called and greeted him warmly again.

Secretary Sun hung up the phone and said with a sigh:

"Oh, look at me making this sudden phone call. How come it even alarmed Mr. Zhou?"

Wen Xin poured red wine for Secretary Sun.

"Look at what you said. This is not alarming at all. We are all old friends. It's not right for us to just meet and chat."

"Mr. Zhou has a reception tonight and can't come, but I told my husband to come over to accompany the guests. You are such an important person, he must meet you."

Secretary Sun paused with the cup in his hand, then quickly put it down as if nothing had happened.

"Mr. Wen's husband... Oh, then we have to wait for him to join us before we can start the meal."

Wen Xin waved his hands repeatedly:

"No, no, he's on duty today, and it'll take him some time to get here after get off work. Let's eat first and don't wait for him."

"Today's appointment was made on short notice, so it was a bit rushed. Let's find some free time next time and have a proper gathering. We can invite Mr. Zhou and the others."

At Wen Xin's invitation, Secretary Sun raised his glass and clinked it with hers, and the two began to eat.

"Come, Secretary Sun, try this steamed grouper. It was just airlifted in today. It's completely wild and very fresh."

"This is red grouper. Mr. Wen really spent a lot of money."

Wen Xin laughed:

“Secretary Sun is well-informed. It seems that the sincerity of my meal today has not been lost at all.”

That is absolutely full of sincerity. Wild fresh red grouper of this specification costs more than one thousand yuan per kilogram.

Secretary Sun seemed to be in a better mood because of Wen Xin.

"Mr. Wen has a really good personality, optimistic and cheerful. Mr. Wen is in his forties, right? He seems to be getting younger and younger, and is more energetic than those in our company who are in their thirties."

Wen Xin continued to laugh:

"Oh, Secretary Sun, your praise makes me feel flattered. I'm already over fifty, how can I say I'm young?"

Secretary Sun was eating and asked casually, "When did Ms. Wen get married? What does your husband do?"

Wen Xin glanced at him and lowered his eyelids to hide the impatience in his eyes.

"Last year. My husband is the director of the neurosurgery department of the Beijing University Hospital... Hey, he's here and he walked in right away."

Wen Xin was swiping the page on his phone in surprise. Secretary Sun gave up the idea of ​​asking questions and picked up the teacup and waited quietly.

The door of the tea room opened, and Tan Mu's tall and graceful figure appeared at the door.

The black T-shirt wrapped around his muscular body, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, gave him a strong and slender figure that was rare for men of his age.

Wen Xin always felt that Tan Mu was the best looking man in black that she had ever seen.

His skin is of a healthy white color and clean, which makes the black color look very classy.

Secretary Sun shook hands with this man who was half a head taller than him. He felt sour and ashamed in his heart, and quietly tightened his big belly.

Tsk, the director of Peking University Affiliated Hospital must be a doctoral supervisor at least. Shouldn’t he be as smart and tolerant as myself?

What does his black hair and thin waist mean?

People are more likely to die than others.

......