"There is no choice, the only good room is still available here." Xiao Su looked at Zhang Yifu in embarrassment, "Director Zhang must live, right?"

"Then sure, this...the other layers..."

"It's really gone, my own people will not lie to you."

Hou Feng shook his head helplessly.

"The seventh floor is very good, the Sabbath of Christian culture, the lucky numbers of the West, and the wealth code of the slot machine."

"Everything is done, I can't understand anyway." Xiao Su began to owe it again.

Zhang Yifu smiled helplessly. He was not trying to show off his culture. There was nothing to show off in this little thing. He just helped Hou Feng smooth things over and avoid the embarrassment of talking about the topic.

"Yes, the seventh floor is good." Hou Feng followed and said to Zhang Yifu, "I just think that I came from Jijing and must be used to living in high-rise buildings, so I have to go up a little further."

"fine."

Soon, Xiao Su led the two of them into the room along the carpet on the seventh-story corridor.

Now Zhang Yifu was really panicked. It was a real suite... It has a living room and a bedroom, a large color TV and a fish tank. This room is enough after more than ten years of storage, and it is just a shortfall.

"How is our comparison with Jijing Hotel?" Xiao Su took the opportunity to ask when he saw Zhang Yifu's dazed look.

"Each one has its own merits." Zhang Yifu really took a look at the Jijing Hotel suite during the meeting. There was still a gap. What surprised him at this moment was not how luxurious it was, but he couldn't bear it. He had to work here for a while and live in such an expensive room all day long. What's the point? Is it almost a month's salary to stay here for two days?

Hou Feng and Xiao Su didn't think Zhang Yifu could not bear the expression. They just thought that he had never lived in such a luxurious room. It was normal, and it was normal.

"Director Zhang put down his things first, it's just the meal time. Let's eat something first." Hou Feng reminded in a low voice.

"Oh, OK." Zhang Yifu hurriedly put down his stuff, took the room card, and said to Hou Feng, "Just eat a little bit."

"Yes, yes. Eat it simply." Hou Feng showed his usual smile, and it was definitely not simple anymore.

"Open the window for a little breath first." Xiao Su was still enthusiastic. She walked to the window in front of the room and opened it, and then she smiled and left the room. "We are booming here, the air conditioner is turned on all day long and it makes people feel a headache. It's good to open the window appropriately. In addition, you must order mosquito coils at night."

"Thank you for the reminder."

Perhaps it was because of the window opening. When the door was closed, there was a wind, and the sound was loud, and there was a "boom".

Xiao Su made a embarrassed expression.

The few people were about to turn around and leave, as if the person next door was hit by the door, they opened the door and poked their heads out.

Although the woman who was protruding her head had a little unkempt and had not been combed, her appearance was not covered at all, but she felt like a lazy beauty. Perhaps Zhang Yifu saw a girl with dark skin in recent days, and his first reaction was that this woman had turned too white.

When the woman saw these people, she was stunned for a moment, and then said to Xiao Su: "Do you have persimmons? I want to eat persimmons."

"Sister Xiao. It's over the season early..." Xiao Su said embarrassedly.

The woman stroked her hair and finally showed half of her face: "Can you find a way to find it?"

"Oh...then..." Xiao Su looked at the woman awkwardly, then looked at Hou Feng, and had to nod, "I'll go and think of a solution."

"I'm waiting for your news, thank you." The woman smiled softly and returned to her room to close the door.

Hou Feng didn't think about it and gently pushed Zhang Yifu: "Let's go, let's have a meal."

"Please." Zhang Yifu didn't care, just thought it was too strange next door. Eat persimmons in February... Is the persimmon cake still the same?

Xiao Su led the two to the main restaurant, so he quickly stepped out to find the persimmon. Poor baby.

There are not many people in the restaurant, and the driver Xiao Deng has already ordered the dishes first, and the cold dishes have been served. The dishes are exquisite and beautiful, mostly mushrooms and vegetables. Although they do not make people have a big appetite, health and comfort alone are attractive enough.

Correspondingly, two bottles of Moutai have been on the table, and it must be that Xiao Deng had already prepared it in the trunk of the car.

"Just drink..."

"I've come here, drink a little, drink a little." Hou Feng had already filled Zhang Yifu, and Xiao Deng also raised his glass enthusiastically, saying something to Zhang Yifu in a gusto. He respected himself, and was particularly unreasonable.

"this……"

"Haha, Xiao Deng means you are the director tomorrow. Today is a guest from Ji Jing. He will be respected first."

Zhang Yifu ran away knowingly, so he also pulled Hou Feng to touch a cup. Fortunately, the cup was small and it was not too difficult to do.

But when Xiao Deng immediately poured it for everyone, it was about to have a second cup.

You obviously love drinking!

"Old Hou Xiao Deng, I really can't drink enough. Let's drink slowly and eat a few bites of food first." Zhang Yifu's hand was quickly pressed on the chopsticks, "I am really a man. I really have to eat a few bites first, otherwise I will vomit immediately."

"Director Zhang is too modest. Come on, let's eat first." Hou Feng glanced at Xiao Deng, "You want to drink yourself, Director Zhang has said so, don't drink it."

"Hehe." Everyone understands Xiao Deng's words. After laughing, he pursed his lips and poured another cup.

In this way, three people, a large table with 10 dishes and two bottles of Maotai, were spread out like this.

Zhang Yifu really thinks that the show is too big and there is no need, but there is nothing to do. You can't slap the table and shout extravagantly, right?

By eating, drinking and chatting, Zhang Yifu also had a more three-dimensional understanding of the Southern Yunnan Bureau.

First of all, what surprised him was that Hou Feng was not an ordinary clerk in the office, but his own secretary. In Zhang Yifu's understanding, cadres at the level of the bureau should share the secretary. Now Lao Hou means that he is Zhang Yifu's full-time secretary and is directly responsible for anything, life or work.

This is too polite, Zhang Yifu thinks.

Most of the remaining talk was spent on the leaders.

Director Ma Gangma, who just celebrated his 50th birthday, was the top leader of the provincial bureau and treated others in a friendly manner. According to Hou Feng's words, the reputation of the whole family was very good. In order to avoid misunderstandings in the future, Zhang Yifu specifically asked Director Ma if he was a Hui Ren.

This is very important. First of all, this surname is the Hui surname. In addition, southern Yunnan is close to the Western Regions. There were a large number of Arab and Persian immigrants who were extremely pious in their faith. If they speak out loud in the future, it would be bad if they say anything offensive.

Hou Feng quickly denied that Director Ma only believed in communism, which made Zhang Yifu let go of this burden.

Hou Feng also briefly introduced the other deputy directors. They each have their own division of labor, they are all good, and they are happy. For specific matters, they will meet the director at work tomorrow, and then they will talk about them during team meetings. Hou Feng will not go into details.

For more time, everyone talks about the customs and customs, the beauty of southern Yunnan, Hou Feng patted his chest and promised that he would accompany Zhang Yifu during the Spring Festival, Dianchi Lake, Dali, and Lijiang. Zhang Yifu actually really wanted to go there too. It was not too much pressure to work, so it was good to relax, but he really didn't plan to go with Hou Feng, saying that it would be great if he could drive by himself.

After drinking too much, Zhang Yifu felt itchy. If he brought his female companion here to work, wouldn’t it be beautiful? Live in a large suite and spend a month of fairy life on a trip.

If it doesn’t work, just develop it locally. Who makes me a single young man? I have no responsibility!

At the end of the drink, Hou Feng talked about some hidden things.

"By the way, I forgot to say something." Hou Feng said, rolling his eyes, "The former director is also very concerned about our work here. Many of the work can be carried out smoothly, and it is what he said."

"Where is the rise now?"

"Haha, you must have met Director Zhang, Huang Zhenghui, Minister Huang."

"Oh..." Zhang Yifu woke up like a dream.

No wonder he is so enthusiastic, he is my own!

No wonder I'm transferred myself to come here!

He began to think that he would have to work a little bit, have some results, and be rewarded with all his kindness.

After eating and drinking, the few people were a little sloppy. Zhang Yifu also politely declined their wish to send him upstairs and asked them to take him to the elevator entrance. He originally made an appointment with Xiao Deng to pick him up the next morning, but Zhang Yifu was unwilling to bother with him. In addition, if he wanted to go out for a walk in the evening, he asked if the car could be kept for one day and returned the car when he reported to the bureau tomorrow. Hou Feng agreed and asked Xiao Deng to send the key.

There are many benefits to the emperor who is far away, which is convenient and fast.

At the elevator entrance, I happened to run into Xiao Su who was rushing to come again. He was holding a plate in his hand and three big red persimmons were placed on it.

After entering the elevator, Zhang Yifu laughed with a drunken face and said, "You really found it?"

"It's been a big deal!" Xiao Su wiped his sweat, "Oh! She really thought she was a concubine! Fortunately, she wanted persimmons, but not lychees!"

"Look, you are quite educated. Everyone knows that Yang Guifei's concubine smiles."

"Brother Zhang, don't be so ugly." Xiao Su said weakly, "This persimmon has also spent a lot of money inside and outside... I have to settle the account after a while. In the end, it's not all you..."

Xiao Su said, quickly covering her mouth: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm dizzy."

"Hey, I probably guessed it too." Zhang Yifu thought, but in fact he didn't even think about it. But Xiao Su revealed this flaw, and naturally, several things were linked together.

First of all, when I first came to the front desk, Hou Feng sent the prepayment check. Everyone is so familiar with it, so they must have long-term business dealings every month.

Secondly, Xiao Su said "there are too many" at the beginning of reception, which proved that Zhang Yifu had been in a long-term stay before.

Then, Hou Feng didn't want to live on the seventh floor as well, and 80% of the person who lived on the seventh floor first.

In the end, Xiao Su didn't know if it was intentional, so she missed it.

Xiao Su stuck out her tongue and said embarrassedly: "Just pretend you don't know. Brother Hou knew that I missed it, and it's time to scold me."

"Yeah." Zhang Yifu wouldn't make things difficult for her and asked more questions.

He was just curious, since he was so generous to offer a concubine, who was the one who offered her?
Chapter completed!