The imperial capital, the headquarters of the ‘Holy Light’.

Dad Lin walked out of the elevator with an insulation bucket. When the front desk assistant in the president's office saw the "baby-father" and shouted "Uncle" kindly.

Lin Zhengyi's face was red and shiny. He came in with a smile and greeted everyone happily.

The president's office is one floor, not one or two people, but more than one hundred employees. So Dad Lin doesn't go straight, he seems to be walking in a maze, and he has to patrol the entire floor before he can stop.

Because the group is too big, the president's office is divided into more than a dozen districts. When the supervisors of each district see Dad Lin, they greet him with a smile and must say hello.

You can't beat it!

The "Bestwives" comes, and you must give face.

After the inspection, Dad Lin walked into the office of the group secretary-general with satisfaction. Lin Wan had already received a call from the front desk inside and sighed when she saw the insulation bucket she brought with her dad.

"Dad, how many times have you told me? Don't make trouble here, it will affect your work too much. Everyone doesn't say it, but they will definitely complain in private."

Dad Lin was not willing to listen. He put the insulation bucket on the table and whispered: "This group has a big business, so I have to help Xiao Zhou stare. He is a person who does big things, but the little ghosts under him must be careful.

Also, your mother had cooked chicken soup all night last night, and I personally brought it to you. Drink it while it's hot, it's nutritious. You, work is so hard, you have to replenish your body. Also, don't starve my grandson."

Lin Wan was really helpless and got up from her desk with a big belly. The chicken soup in the insulation bucket was very fresh and fragrant. But she still whispered:

"Dad, chicken soup is actually not nutritious, so it's better to eat meat. Besides, I have a full-time nutritionist who has a balanced diet and can ensure that the body and fetus are fine. This chicken soup... is too oily."

Chinese people have just passed the hard days, and pregnant women just tried their best to eat and didn’t exercise. This is all wrong. But there is nothing we can do. The old people’s ideas are still in the era when there is no food to eat.

Lin Wan pressed the call button on the desk. After a while, the oriole with a big belly walked in and greeted Lin Zhengyi with a smile, "Uncle Lin, I smelled the chicken soup stewed at your house from afar. I'll take it away after half of the meeting."

Looking at Huangli's belly with the same month as Lin Wan, Dad Lin was helpless. He sighed and lowered his voice and said, "Daughter, you..."

"Dad." Lin Wan knew what her father was going to say, so she rushed to gaggle her mouth.

Dad Lin still sighed: "'Holy Light' is now a pillar of the country. In the past feudal society, it would be absolutely fine to be a king. Take this aircraft carrier for example. This has a great impact on the regional political situation."

My father rushed to the imperial capital from Tianyang, and the neighbors who went to chat with him were neighbors. His job was either workers or grassroots employees, and his knowledge was limited.

Now that he has arrived in the imperial capital, his father has been arranged to live in the yard of the ministry. Oh... It's amazing! The neighbors around him are either university professors or retired cadres. At first, he was very timid, afraid that he would be teased about the wrong words, but soon...

This is simply a natural 'key political situation'.

These guys have very limited levels.

Each one is scary in titles and his level is too poor.

Dad Lin was mingling in it, like a fish in water!

Think about it, those professors and cadres who have been studying the global and regional political and economic situation all year round are overly arrogant and arrogant. They can make an elephant by rubbing on their nostrils, but they are so harsh that they are unable to speak.

That feeling of pleasure... like a mountain torrent and tsunami, talking endlessly!

When Dad Lin left Tianyang, the old neighbors and neighbors breathed a sigh of relief, but a group of old cadres in the imperial capital were facing a great enemy. He came to the group headquarters every day just to learn something from his daughter so that he could learn and sell it as soon as possible.

Carrying an insulation bucket is all by the way.

Lin Wan knew that if she didn't give her father some information, he would never leave. So she had no choice but to ask her assistant to take her father to the small living room next door and show him a recorded interview video.

"What video?"

"Qingfeng was interviewed by HK media yesterday. These contents have not been published in the mainland. There is a lot of information in it, so you can read it slowly."

When he heard that it was an interview video that his son-in-law had not yet been released, Dad Lin laughed excitedly. He knew that his son-in-law was always brave, not afraid of death, and dared to do it. His interview video would definitely save the situation.

When the video was played, a HK reporter asked: "Mr. Zhou, what do you think about your return in two years?"

On the screen, Zhou Qingfeng sat upright on the sofa for a few seconds and didn't speak. After a while, he said, "Some things need to be cut through the mess quickly, and you can't wait until it's out of control before solving them.

After returning, HK is a special zone. I plan to recommend myself and run for the leader of the special zone, which can be considered as giving more contributions to the country and the people."

Damn, heavy news!

Dad Lin didn't understand it for a moment, but he just said that his son-in-law could be granted a king. Isn't this the title of king?

So fierce, this son-in-law is really so fierce!

Too fierce, invincible!

The reporters who asked the question were confused by this and thought to themselves: Big Boss, who dares to compete with you when you come out to run for election? Who is not afraid of you in the black and white traits? Even the British Governor must give in. Is that what you call election? You are robbing it openly!

Damn, I never thought that you had such ambition!

HK's reporters were so happy that they liked this kind of fierce news. A reporter specifically reminded: "Mr. Zhou, are you a HK citizen now? In terms of campaign qualifications..."

Zhou Qingfeng sneered: "This is not a problem at all. I said I was going to run for the election. Does anyone object?"

A bunch of reporters shook their heads, fearing that they would be pulled away to plant flowers if they were one step slower.

"Do you have any policy program?" the reporter continued to ask.

"Build more houses first to solve the living problems of citizens."

"Can you get the recognition and cooperation of hk real estate developers?"

"I think they are here to seek my approval and take the initiative to cooperate. Of course, I will definitely feel that I have a backer and don't cooperate, but I am very good at dealing with such people."

The reporter was sweating all over when he heard this, and he wanted to speak but stopped.

Zhou Qingfeng continued: "I know what you will worry about, but the key to hk lies in the tax rate of the free port. This is actually decided by the central government and foreign negotiations, and it has nothing to do with hk.

And I am also good at these negotiations, and I have many means to balance the relationship between countries. In the next two years, my work will be transferred to major power diplomacy and to create a ‘community of shared future for mankind’.”

This is so terrifying, so cool and cool!

Dad Lin is watching videos at the headquarters of the "Sacred Light", and the TV in the living room of the Old George family in Washington is also playing this video.

Mixue'er sat at the table and whispered to her father to translate Zhou Qingfeng's original words. Old George's face was gloomy and furious. But Xiaoyangniu translated a passage, and suddenly couldn't help but retching, and hurriedly got up and ran towards the bathroom.

Mrs. George sat next to her for a while and hurriedly followed her to see the situation. A few minutes later she came back and whispered a few words in her husband's ear.

Old George's face, like a volcano erupting, furious!

But he didn't say anything, just clenched his fists, staring at Zhou Qingfeng who was talking on TV, wishing he could do his best.

It’s like an old farmer has worked hard to grow cabbage for more than 20 years. It’s white and tender, watery, just like that. As a result, the cabbage was urnated by a wild boar from where it came from.

So angry!

Never die.

The kind that wants to start a world war!

The assistant MP happened to walk into the living room and whispered in Old George's ear: "Hello, next year is the year of the general election. There is an internal election nomination within the party, and you will have the highest votes."

Old George didn't hear this, and just stared at Zhou Qingfeng, who was also talking about the election on TV.
Chapter completed!