"That's what he said?" The aunt was slightly stunned when she heard this. "Little slut? Can you kill a soldier not be humiliated?"

"Oh." Zheng Hucheng had nowhere to hide, so he could only lower his head and respond.

"Does he have any old grudges with Che Enze?" The aunt asked seriously after she came back.

"That may not be." Zheng Husung replied weakly. "I have never heard of their grudges. Kim Jong-ming should not mean that..." At this point, the aunt's confidant paused a little and aggravated her tone. "In fact, according to their identity differences, even if there are grudges or grudges, it should be that Kim Jong-ming had bullied director Cha Eun-ze."

"Then what weird he is doing?" The aunt was furious. "What else do you want to give him a chairman and deputy leader? Do you want me to give him all the power and financial power in the cultural industry?! Do you also want to be the Minister of Culture for him?!"

Zheng Hucheng looked at An Zhongfan beside him as if he was asking for help, and An Zhongfan had no choice but to bite the bullet and explain: "President, in fact, if you think from the perspective of human nature, it is probably more difficult to accept that the person you have bullied has to climb onto his head than his enemies... "

The aunt was stunned for a moment, and finally realized: "He thought Che Enze was too low and embarrassed him, so he said that it would be better to let my two dogs be the leader?"

"That's what it means." Zheng Hucheng sighed carefully. "President, according to my observation, Kim Jong-ming should still have some fake aloofness like intellectuals, and after all, he is young and energetic and unwilling to suffer losses. He still attaches great importance to this kind of face issue..."

The aunt's face gradually became gloomy, which was a completely different emotion from the sudden anger before.

To put it bluntly, the anger before was actually just a stress response to external stimulation, and it did not come from her heart, so it might not be really angry. But this gloom at this moment is completely different. Although it is not out of control, it comes from the fluctuations in the aunt's heart, a kind of dissatisfaction and resentment that comes from the heart.

After all, at this time she had completely understood the meaning of her two trusted secretaries.

What do the two secretary mean? It's very simple. Kim Jong-ming's reaction is so intense that it has nothing to do with anything else, it has nothing to do with the power of affairs or financial power. In fact, according to the previous reports of the two secretary, he is still willing to accept such a rough personnel arrangement, and he seems to be doing what he told him seriously... And he suddenly said "I quit doing it anymore." In fact, it was just because he looked down on Che Enze. He thought that Che Enze's rise to power was an insult to Kim Jong-ming.

But why did this make the aunt feel dissatisfied and resentful? Because the aunt knew very well that Che Enze was really just like Kim Jong-ming thought, no different from the two treasures he raised. This guy was able to get on the throne because he was his own dog.

So, the contradiction is obvious - the aunt felt that it would be fine for her own dog to be the leader of the group who controls financial power, and it would be fine to press on Kim Jong-ming, a group of real-power figures in the cultural industry, because after all, it was a dog raised by her president; and Kim Jong-ming's group felt that your dog was not qualified to sit on the same table as us, or in other words, you, the president, are not qualified to sit on the same table with us.

To put it bluntly, some people are still unwilling to admit their absolute authority!

"What do you think?" the aunt suddenly asked in a plain tone. "It's this matter, is Che Enze the leader of the Economic Creation Promotion Group... Is it appropriate?"

Zheng Husung and An Zhongfan were silent, and after a long time, the latter barely spoke: "I actually feel that director Che Enze lacks qualifications and prestige. What's more, he doesn't have much status yet, so I'm afraid it's not just Kim Jong-ming, but all the wise men in the cultural world will have a kind of... Well, in fact, President, you really don't lack older or famous confidants..."

"I understand." The aunt nodded indifferently. "What do you think Secretary Zheng?"

Zheng Hucheng opened his mouth and swallowed, but finally gritted his teeth and shook his head: "I think as long as it represents the president's wishes, whether you have qualifications and status, it doesn't matter..."

The aunt felt relieved slightly, then nodded heavily.

Ten minutes later, in the Infinite Flower Garden in front of the main building of the Blue House, after a blind spot of sight from security personnel and tourists, An Zhongfan suddenly stopped and turned around with a blue face.

"Secretary Zheng, what did you mean just now?" An Zhongfan asked without hesitation. "What did we say when we went to find Jin Zhongming today? What did we say when we came?"

"I can't do anything either." Zheng Hucheng avoided the other party's eyes with an awkward look.

"Don't you blush?" An Zhongfan's fat face looked ferocious. "Jin Zhongming thinks that kind of person climbing onto his head is an insult. Don't you and my two university professors and the head of the Blue House secretary's secretary? You don't know what kind of person Che Enze got from. Isn't it just a close relationship with the president's best friend? What is the difference between this and the eunuch's autocracy in ancient times? Do you still have the dignity of a high-level intellectual?!"

Zheng Hucheng looked embarrassed, but he didn't say a word.

"Even if you take a step back," An Zhongfan sighed slightly, eased his tone. "We are also the president's confidants. We can force our noses to not say whether he is from the right way, but there is a huge sum of 1.4 trillion won..."

"One-4 trillion is just an explanation, how can you really get it all?" Zheng Hucheng retorted half a sentence with a little lack of energy. "It is impossible to send it all out after getting it, and it is a long-term plan..."

"Okay, just as you said, let's make a full decision. Just think that one third of the people are divided by various people. OK? Then there will be one trillion won left to do the job, right? Then it will be equalized for the remaining term of the president. There will be two hundred and fifty billion won every year, right?" At this point, An Jong-bang couldn't help staring at the other party and sneered. "Does Secretary Zheng think 250 billion won is a small number? Let me tell you, Zhao Lianghao had previously revealed his plan to me, the chief economic chief of the Blue House. The funds he planned to use to save Hanjin Shipping were only 250 billion won! Your Secretary Zheng is more generous than other chaebols?"

Zheng Hucheng's face turned red, but he did not dare to refute it after all.

"A huge sum of money actually requires such a small bastard who relies on his personal relationship with the president's best friend to control it... and the prince in the entertainment industry?!" An Zhongfan was a little angry. "If this prince's mother is a real dragon, we will recognize her, but her mother is only nine thousand years old. How can you bear it?!"

"Chief An." Speaking of this, Zheng Hucheng could only respond seriously with a bitter face. "It's not that I have no backbone, nor that I am willing to recognize the president's behavior, but I just found out that I didn't have that position to oppose her! To be honest, the president was angry just now and I realized that I was the same as you guys. I looked different from you... Most of you were talents that the president surrounded when he first prepared to reach the top seven or eight years ago. Even earlier, she came after she became the head of the party faction. Although she was close, she was still only aides to some extent. After all, she could advise and had a good reputation for each other. And what about me? I have been with the president for nearly twenty years. When she came out to elect a member of parliament, I was her confidant. It was really the so-called retainer, so she could only do everything! So don't make me embarrassed, okay?!"

"Well!" After staring at the other party for a while, An Zhongfan, who had been emotionally excited, dissipated first. "It's up to you, the president has decided anyway..."

Zheng Hucheng shook his head and walked directly past the other party and towards the main entrance of the Blue House.

"What else do you want to do?" An Zhongfan asked in confusion.

"No matter what, I have to do what I promised others before, right?" Zheng Hucheng replied without looking back. "Didn't Kim Jong-ming close the scene in Mingdong? I'll say hello to the transportation department..."

An Zhongfan shook his head, not knowing what to say.

In the afternoon, Kim Jong-ming sat in his office without doing anything, just waiting for news quietly. After all, he was about to open a briefing in the evening, so he would definitely know what his attitude was this afternoon. Sure enough, at four or five o'clock in the afternoon, he did receive a secret call from Secretary Xiao Jin Qichun, and then he understood everything. The aunt did not directly express her opinion on this matter, but suddenly appointed a chief secretary in charge of cultural industry and education reform. This person was named Jin Shanglu, who had qualifications and fame, and the most important thing was that he was Che Enze's uncle.

To be honest, this silent personnel change is more intense than a direct statement, because the aunt at the Blue House not only showed her attitude in this way, but also seriously warned An Zhongfan, who was a little dissatisfied with the candidate of Che Enze. After all, with the chief secretary who was in charge of culture, it is difficult to say who is responsible for the huge 1.4 trillion won in charge of the cultural industry economy... Are you the chief of the Blue House who is in charge of economy, and are they also the chief of the Blue House who is in charge of culture?!

"Oh!" After hanging up the phone, Jin Zhongming couldn't help but sigh after introducing the situation to the person in front of him.

"Actually, it means you don't have to worry so much." The man opposite him advised with a forced smile, which was Li Zaibin, the president of CJ Pictures. "No matter how strong she is, she is actually helpless. After all, you act cleanly and have no handle on the outside... At worst, it's just a bit disgusting you, and they are disgusting each other and will not be too disadvantageous."

"President Li misunderstood." Kim Jong-ming shook his head and smiled. "I didn't sigh because of worry. On the contrary, I breathed a sigh of relief... I felt quite relieved."

"I don't understand this." Li Zaibin smiled bitterly immediately after hearing this. "It's okay if you don't worry, but you feel relieved?"

"You don't have to pay attention to this." Kim Jong-ming continued to laugh. "Anyway, President Li just do as we agreed before."

"I understand." Li Zaibin immediately stood up. "Since that's the case, I'll go now..."

"The prison will be open to the evening?" Jin Zhongming asked in surprise.

"I definitely wouldn't have been open to me so easily before." Li Zaibin shook his head. "But now that he has given up, he should have the treatment he should have. Don't worry!"

Jin Zhongming nodded, not commenting.

Immediately, Li Jae-bin turned around and left, and just a few minutes later, Kim Jong-ming also stood up and left the office... Night is coming, and he is going to go to the Modern Building in Guanghuamen to attend the dinner party.

PS: Happy 11th, spend more time with your family... My parents also come to BJ to see me on the 11th... Also, after watching the monthly tickets next month, I have always had a monthly ticket ranking of more than 300 in this update. I am really ashamed.
Chapter completed!