The next day, after Zhang Yuxing left for work, Liu Zhizhong also left Yangzhou.
He slung a bag over his shoulder, looking like an ordinary tourist; the president born and raised in Yangzhou didn't have that much sentintal attachnt about leaving.
His heart was bright, clean, and relaxed.
Hardly anyone knew he was alive, knew he'd co back, or knew he was about to set off again.
Setting off—not a campaign, not drifting about, but life, and the enjoynt of life.
No desolation, only hope!
He'd agreed with Zhang Yuxing that once she was ready, she'd go straight for the surrogacy procedure; it wasn't that complicated.
She was still going to be a mother.
She was still going to be secretary.
In life, there are always those perfect monts…
At Yangzhou Airport, Liu Zhizhong still flew economy class, direct to Dian City, the Provincial City of Yunxi Province.
He was going back to Valle, but there was one last big thing he absolutely had to do.
So he had to go see Tang Zhi and assign him a little task.
Tang Zhi had long since taken up his post as executive vice governor of Yunxi Province, and he'd already t with all the local big shots here and had so private contacts.
Yunxi Province belonged to the Southwest Faction, and of course the head of the local big shots was Third Master Zheng.
Zheng Xitong was a very strategic man.
Ever since his godson Liu Zhizhong put forward the concept of the Second September Revolution, he found that his own life horizon had suddenly expanded again, and he himself had beco steadier.
So, when dealing with Tang Zhi, Zheng Xitong behaved even more composed than usual, with an even stronger "smiling tiger" flavor.
As for Tang Zhi, originally a high-and-mighty Tiandu Family young master, now sent down to the local level—to a place that in ancient tis was seen as an ideal spot for exile and penal transportation—of course he looked down on the local Powerful People.
However, he couldn't resist the Southwest locals fawning over him; that only made Tang Zhi even more pleased with himself. On the surface he was very affable, acting chummy with Zheng Xitong and the others.
But in private, he'd already started floating up a bit. He felt that the local side had been brutally cleaned up by Gu Changsha these past two years and had indeed beco obedient.
Now that this young master had been sent down here, shouldn't they all be holding him up, treating him with utmost respect?
Heh, so this is all there is to local forces.
The trend of the world—its fulcrum lies in Tiandu!
Could Zheng Xitong not see Tang Zhi's inner arrogance, his swaggering self-satisfaction?
If Zheng Xitong could see it, you think Liu Zhizhong wouldn't know?
So, you think Liu Zhizhong was going to see Tang Zhi this ti to show him a pleasant face?
No.
Not even close!
When Liu Zhizhong landed at Dian City Airport, he was even thinking about whether to go see Young Sister Gan.
Thinking of her living by Mogu Lake at her grandmother's place, with security and guaranteed livelihood, she was actually quite at ease.
It's just that her allergy to sunlight was a lifelong problem, which was indeed quite troubleso.
Recently, Xiyun had also been scorching hot, with very strong UV rays, so Liu Zhizhong decided to drop the idea.
After getting off the plane, Liu Zhizhong went straight to the provincial governnt compound.
Within less than two hundred ters in a straight line from the provincial governnt, in a folk-culture alley, he found a very nice Western-style café and directly booked out the entire place.
It was close to lunchti; Liu Zhizhong made so arrangents with the café, asking them to prepare a high-end lunch for two. He was going to host a guest upstairs.
With the "Closed to Outside Guests" sign hung up, the café beca Liu Zhizhong's exclusive space.
Once everything was arranged, Liu Zhizhong dialed Tang Zhi's private mobile number.
When Tang Zhi took the call, his first reaction inside was: Damn, this little backwater country's president finally contacted .
Outwardly, he was all politeness: "Mr. Chi, long ti no see, long ti no see. How are you? Still touring all the rivers and mountains of Dadong on your own? Have you considered coming to Yunxi for a visit?"
Liu Zhizhong said calmly, "Mm, not bad, not bad. Right now, I'm in Yunxi. I'd like to et with Governor Tang—would that be possible?"
"Uh…" Tang Zhi was taken aback, a bit excited but also a bit helpless. "I've got a lunch engagent with so foreign guests today. President Chi, how about we et tonight instead? I'll personally host, personally drive over to pick you up."
"If that's the case, then I've nothing more to say; I'll head back to Valle after lunch. Governor Tang…"
Before Liu Zhizhong finished speaking, Tang Zhi panicked at once. "Hey, hey, President Chi, President Chi, I'll reschedule the noon banquet, definitely reschedule it. Where are you exactly? I'll imdiately send soone over to pick you up!"
At tis like this, Tang Zhi knew how to play it and how to prioritize.
He had a rough grasp of Chi Zhongshui's character, and in this political climate, he really couldn't afford to offend him.
He'd been sent down to the Southwest to gain experience; if he wanted achievents, he still needed strong support from Valle.
Liu Zhizhong also understood Tang Zhi's inner drama, knew he looked down on local forces, so he said, "Governor Tang, no need to send anyone to pick up. This ti I'm traveling incognito, so our eting should also be incognito. You don't need to bring any attendants; I don't have any now either—been on my own for a long ti. I'm not far from you; I'm here…"
As he spoke, Liu Zhizhong gave the address and also laid out his conditions.
Seeing this, Tang Zhi had no choice but to agree, saying he would definitely walk over in person and bring no attendants.
However, as a Tiandu Family young master sent down here and now a major, prominent official, how could he not take security seriously?
So although he agreed on the surface, in secret, four of the family's private guards quickly put on disguises and shadowed him, protecting him from the dark.
For a young master of an aristocratic family with such status, any incident affecting his personal safety would be a massive loss.
In so countries, human lives really do co in ranks of high and low—believe it or not.
In no ti, once Tang Zhi had tidied himself up, he slipped out through the back gate of the provincial governnt compound and headed toward the folk-culture alley.
His family security detail naturally followed in his wake, guarding from the shadows and keeping a very appropriate distance.
About ten minutes later, Tang Zhi appeared downstairs at the café. He glanced around, then walked in.
Soon, he was upstairs; pushing the door open, he saw Liu Zhizhong.
At this mont, Liu Zhizhong's clothes were utterly ordinary—no comparison to Tang Zhi's.
Of course, his face was still Chi Zhongshui's face; Tang Zhi recognized him at a glance and bead.
He walked over, reaching out to shake hands, politely saying, "Mr. Chi, long ti no see, long ti no see!"
Liu Zhizhong gave a faint smile, reached out and shook his hand. "Mr. Tang, long ti no see. You sit here first; I'm going downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes."
"Uh… I can have soone buy them for you… oh no, I an, we can just get them from the café. I'm the host at lunch today."
Liu Zhizhong waved his hand lazily. "No need. Just sit and wait for a bit."
With that, he walked out and headed downstairs.
Tang Zhi felt a bit awkward, sensing that Liu Zhizhong was the real master of this place, and he himself was just being ordered around.
So Tang Zhi had to sit down, shake his head, and mutter under his breath: Damn, why does this feel like a tiger fallen to flatlands?
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