"Old Shen, I want to go out and have a look, too." Ding Jie said.

Chen Bai shook his head: "You want to have a child now, why are you going to join in the fun??"

"The air is better over there, and it's more comfortable to live there." Ding Jie said: "You can live directly at Xiaoqi's house. I'm almost missing Nana!"

She had never had children before, so she placed her feelings on Nana and treated her as her biological child and kissed her. Chen Na has been staying abroad and she was thinking tightly.

"Nana is about to have a holiday, she will be back." Fang Han smiled.

"Nana has changed now?" Ding Jie said: "The girl changes in her age."

Fang Han said: "It's even more beautiful. She adapted to it there, played very well, and made friends quickly. Now she doesn't pay much attention to me."

Chen Bai said: "This girl is extroverted, very charming, and easy to make friends."

The two of them drank a few sips of wine and soon became half-hearted. They talked more intensely about their work and the recent storm. The district party secretary wanted to be promoted.

Fang Han pondered without saying a word, shook his head and said, "Brother, the district party secretary is the top leader, and he often came to the airborne, right?"

"This may not be necessary." Chen Bai shook his head and said, "It may also be a local promotion. It depends on whether there are talents, and it is about comprehensive strength."

"Does there hope for brother?"

"There is no big hope." Chen Bai took a sip of wine and frowned: "I am too young. Although promoting and training young cadres is a general direction, there are still differences in specific positions. Like Xiao Ning, it is not out of line. If I become the secretary of the district party committee, it would be a bit over."

The district party secretary and the district mayor are only one floor, but it is a different world. The district party secretary is likely to join the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee, and the next step is the deputy mayor.

It is not that easy for the district mayor to become the district party secretary, and it requires the right time, place, and people.

Fang Han said: "It's not okay to fight for it?"

"It's already the limit for me to get to this point, and it's not realistic to go up any further." Chen Bai shook his head and smiled bitterly: "There is no background!"

The district party secretary is considered to be of high power. The mayor and the municipal party secretary want to take this position in his hands, and of course he has to use his own people. How can he compete for others if he is not strong in the background? It is purely a fantasy.

"Backstage..." Fang Han pondered.

"Forget it, you don't understand these official affairs." Chen Bai said.

Fang Han smiled and said, "I have a few friends in the officialdom. Do you want to introduce them to you?"

"What friend?" Chen Bai asked: "It's your master's relationship?"

Fang Han said: "There are my masters and my own. By the way, Zhang Tong's father is the president of Haitian University. Will it help you?"

"Principal?" Chen Bai said in surprise: "Is Zhang Tong actually the principal's daughter?"

Fang Han nodded: "What is Principal Zhang's right to speak in the city?"

"Principal Zhang has just been promoted, no," Chen Bai shook his head.

Fang Han thought for a while: "Where is the secretary of the municipal party secretary?"

"Municipal Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee?" Chen Bai looked up at him: "Do you know Secretary Zhou?"

Fang Han nodded: "Know."

"He is very powerful." Chen Bai said: "Secretary Zhao's confidant general, a pity..."

Fang Han raised his eyebrows.

Chen Bai smiled bitterly: "He is also the candidate to take over as the district party secretary."

Fang Han frowned and said, "No way? If he was out, he shouldn't have such a high starting point. Isn't it in accordance with the rules?"

"Who made Secretary Zhou have excellent abilities? Secretary Zhao's words." Chen Bai said.

Fang Han said: "I don't think Secretary Zhou will be the secretary of this district party committee... I'll find an opportunity to ask. There's no need to hurry, brother, you are still young."

"If you fall behind in the officialdom, you will fall behind step by step. Age is very important. Sometimes youth is a disadvantage, and sometimes it is an absolute advantage." Chen Bai said: "Don't worry about my business. I will be very happy as long as you handle your side well!"

Fang Han Xiaoxiao didn't say much, and felt guilty when he mentioned this.

———

Qi Hairong is a busy person and has been lingering with Fang Han for two days. Before she could get intimate enough, there was another problem with the company. She left Haitian and went to Shanghai, and had a big contract to be negotiated.

Fang Han was too lazy to ask Chun Xueju to deliver vegetables at noon. When he came to Haitian University and Zhang Tong's dance classroom, they had just finished class and a group of students came out.

Fang Han put it aside. After most of them were finished, they walked forward and came to the door of Zhang Tong's classroom. Just as they were about to push the door and go in, they saw her dancing inside.

She wore a black dance suit, highlighting her delicate peaks, and her waist and hips were blocked by the tied clothes, and only her slender and straight legs showed beautiful curves.

She was moving slowly, the music was melodious, and she was sometimes excited and soft with the music. Fang Han could feel the emotions she was expressing.

The music stopped slowly, and Zhang Tong stopped moving. Fang Han knocked on the door and went in. Zhang Tong turned his head and looked at it, smiling: "When did you come?"

"See it all."

“Is my dance OK?”

"not bad."

"What does it mean?" Zhang Tong frowned and looked at: "You have something to say, is there something wrong with Taowu?"

Fang Han thought for a while: "If you want to say there is a problem, it seems that there is no, but if it is no, it seems that there is something wrong with it, it is not infectious enough!"

"Isn't infectious enough?" Zhang Tong stared at him and said, "Fang Han, do you know how to dance?"

"I have seen some, but I can't dance." Fang Han shook his head and said, "I think your choreography can be improved a little."

"This is a dance I have spent a year on crafting!" Zhang Tong said angrily: "It is my highest-level work, and I can't change it!"

"I haven't thought about working with others?" Fang Han said: "I'll ask some famous dancers for help?"

Zhang Tong said: "What's the point of winning the gold medal?"

Fang Han laughed and said, "This is a dance competition, not a choreography competition. I chose someone who can express dance more than a choreography."

"I don't think it's perfect." Zhang Tong shook her head.

Fang Han pondered for a moment and said, "Then like this, I will make a dance for you, you won't refuse, right?"

"You can choreograph?" Zhang Tong looked at him and said with a smile: "I know you are talented, but you have never been involved in dance!"

Fang Han said: "There are people who learn from your own teachings? There is a dance in my mind that keeps surging. If you can show it, I will thank you."

"...Okay, I'll just make a fuss with you for a while and say it!" Zhang Tong shook her head and smiled.

Fang Han said: "I try my best to express it, the key is that you understand it."

"No problem." Zhang Tong said.

Fang Han began to demonstrate his movements one by one. Just like practicing martial arts, his control over his limbs reached a level of meticulousness, which was far from comparable to that of a dancer, but his performance was not as infectious as that of a dancer. These are two directions.

Fang Han practiced the movements very accurately, and Zhang Tong quickly learned them.

"This is actually a set of actions in a religious ritual." Fang Han said: "It is for prayer. Can you feel this feeling?"

"What are you praying?" Zhang Tong was thinking, his starry eyes shining.

Fang Han said: "You should have a deep understanding of the prayer of a terminally ill person, praying that God will give you a chance to live, right?"

He also consciously chose this Shengwu, which could resonate with Zhang Tong.

"Awesome!" Zhang Tong raised his white thumb.

Fang Han said: "You can adapt it, I am an amateur after all."

"I can't adapt it! I can't make such a dance even if I kill me!" Zhang Tong shook his head and sighed: "This requires mind and courage!"

After all, the saint who possesses holy art is different from ordinary mortals, and the holy dance created is definitely not something that ordinary people can imagine.

Fang Han smiled: "Can it be a dance for the competition?"

"Of course!" Zhang Tong nodded.

Fang Han said with a smile: "Don't you think it's not original?"

"It's a sin to not show this kind of dance in the competition!" Zhang Tong shook her head.

"Since there is a dance, don't try so hard." Fang Han smiled and said, "Let's go and have a meal!"

Zhang Tong sighed: "It's so annoying. People can't compare with each other!"

She looked at Fang Han, shook her head, went into a room next to change clothes, and then the two of them went to Tianshui Pavilion next to her for dinner.

During the meal, Zhang Tong was a little silent. Fang Han knew that she was still immersed in the dance just now, and did not disturb her much, but just enjoyed her while eating.
Chapter completed!