Chen Yuanyuan's face was a mix of shock as he stared at his business card, which had been pushed back at him, and then at Liu Zhizhong.
After a long pause, he slammed his hand on the table and roared, "Liu Zhizhong, are you fucking rejecting me without giving face? What gives you the right to refuse me?"
Liu Zhizhong remained unusually calm, "The Yangjiang Chinese Mud Catfish and Yangjiang Chinese Turtle that weigh over ten pounds are really not easy to get, I can't promise to supply them regularly to Mr. Chen, how can I not refuse? Or should I go buy some fake stuff to deceive you? You have a national top chef, could I even deceive him?"
"But... but how hard is it for you to accept my business card? You're just a petty secretary, don't you have things you need my help with? Do you know how many people in Hu Yang Province want to seek my help and can't?"
"But I'm asking you, can you manage that? With this attitude, would you even handle things for me?"
Was he even a match for Liu Zhizhong? Rendered speechless yet again.
Liu Zhizhong sighed heavily, "Ah, Mr. Chen, there are some things I'm not sure if I should say."
"Say it! If you have something to say, just say it, if you have to fart, just fart!"
Chen Yuanyuan was extremely impatient.
Because he couldn't get the good stuff from Liu Zhizhong, his confidence wavered.
He was indeed a prodigal son, having spent years womanizing and exhausting himself.
Sometimes, to feel good, he had to take some medicine.
But taking medicine, as he knew from searching online, wasn't a solution in the long run. The side effects were significant, draining his body and energy.
Yet faced with women throwing themselves at him and the pretty college students from the provincial city, he couldn't resist!
Without the medicine, he was only "Chen Three-Minutes"; get it? Sometimes, "Chen One-Minute"!
This noon, the national top chef prepared the Turtle Blood Tofu with two kinds of herbs, and the effect was really good!
Chen Yuanyuan found himself to be "Chen Half-Time" now.
Right now, no side effects yet, and he felt quite energetic.
This refusal from Liu Zhizhong annoyed him a bit.
But Liu Zhizhong continued, "Fine, I'll just let it out. Listen if you want to, and if not, so be it."
"Actually, I, Liu Zhizhong, belong to the organization, and my political career is granted by the organization. The organization will examine and consider."
"And Mr. Chen, you hold no official position and are not part of the organization, but you try to act on behalf of it, which really isn't in accordance with the rules."
Hearing this, Chen Yuanyuan couldn't hold back anymore, "Why are you bringing up this crap? I may not be in the organization, but here in Hu Yang Province, I am the organization. Who dares not to respect my uncle's authority?"
"Heh, Mr. Chen, that's just the respect for Old Secretary Li, not for you. Old Secretary devoted his life to the country, the people, and the organization, was clear and clean in his governance, strict with himself, and generous to others, and he is remembered by Hu Yang's people as a good secretary."
"He's retired, enjoying his later years. Can he still interfere in the organization, influence personnel matters? Obviously not! I firmly believe, Old Secretary will act according to organizational rules and won't just accommodate you because you are his distant nephew."
"Our organization is the best and the greatest in the world, perfectly structured, with strict discipline, and it most opposes—most discourages—most eliminates old men holding onto power. Do you think Old Secretary would be unaware or forget such rules? He is a defender of the rules, not a breaker!"
"He wouldn't allow his nephew to scam under his name, deceiving for power and rent-seeking! I believe Old Secretary would definitely not approve of such actions!"
"Mr. Chen, I advise you to be kind, don't tarnish Old Secretary's reputation, let the old man enjoy his later years, isn't it better to let him live his remaining years in peace?"
Holy shit... are you convinced?
Regardless, Chen Yuanyuan was made speechless by Liu Zhizhong's stern yet polite tone, his face turning red then dark, suddenly stood up, grabbed his business card, and stuffed it into his bag, shouting, "I'm not playing your fucking games! I'm done talking to you! You've offended me today, and you won't have good days tomorrow! We will meet again!" For more chapters visıt 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲·𝗻𝗲𝘁
After saying that, he pushed up his round Glasses and strode away.
That Tubby frame of his almost seemed to roll out the door.
"Have a good journey, Mr. Chen, I'm not seeing you off! The weather's hot, be careful not to suffer a heatstroke!"
Liu Zhizhong didn't turn his head, his tone was very polite and formal.
When Chen Yuanyuan reached the gate, he turned back, holding his handbag and pointed at Liu Zhizhong, glared at him, and said, "You're fucking articulate, I'm done talking to you, just you wait!"
Then, he really rolled out.
Soon, the sound of an accelerating Range Rover engine could be heard from outside.
Liu Zhizhong sat there, his expression cold and detached, smiled faintly, his right hand emerging from his robe to stroke his chin, and said somewhat mockingly, "How did Old Secretary end up with such a stupid moron for a nephew? Did his brain get caught in a door at birth? Come to threaten me, does he think I'm easily scared?"
Actually, Liu Zhizhong really didn't know that this nephew was a constant pain and even a shame in the heart of Li Tanglu, the Old Secretary… alas.