My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!-Chapter 1027 - 600: A Real Hobby

Municipal Compound, the Hu family.

"Hu City, pardon the intrusion! Recently, there have been too many cases at the bureau, so I haven’t been able to report to you regularly.

I heard you love tea, so I brought you two boxes of tea leaves."

"Xiaowang, I welcome work reports, but the tea leaves aren’t necessary. I don’t lack tea leaves here, so please take them back later. Come, have a seat inside!"

Hu Yonghua’s face only showed a faint smile, revealing neither joy nor anger.

Casually placing the items on the entrance cabinet, Wang Zhao Ping immediately noticed several similar tea gift boxes on it...

Uh... perhaps this gift was a misstep.

This hobby of the leader’s is no secret at all...

Wang Zhao Ping was right, Hu Yonghua’s hobby had become quite a hot topic in the recent circles.

And those visiting recently weren’t just the various officers from their police system...

Unlike when he first parachuted in and found himself struggling, almost marginalized.

The Binjiang Shipyard rescue, massive shipbuilding orders attracting investment, and the launch of Idol New Energy’s production line...

Especially with the rapid rise of the Wanwu Holding System, which began to take root continuously in Su City and surrounding cities, investment after investment and new projects continuously landed, greatly driving the prosperity of Su City’s economy, employment, and high-tech fields.

These have brought Hu Yonghua substantial prestige and political achievements!

And with Xu Jingsong’s downfall, the rise of the Wanwu Holding Group in Su City encountered no obstacles, with Baiyeji subtly poised to become a local internet giant in Su City.

Su City, being "Su Daqiang," does not lack enterprises ranked among the top hundred in the country.

But a high-tech Internet enterprise similar to BAT carries a value and star effect far beyond what traditional enterprises can compare to.

Its significance for the future development of a city is incomparable.

Even Chief Hong Tianfang knows that with Gao Yuan and Hu Yifei backing Hu Yonghua, he can no longer suppress him.

As long as the Gao Yuan Group maintains this high-speed development trend, Hu Yonghua’s voice of authority will rise accordingly.

So he gradually saw reality clearly, and began to shift from confrontation to cooperation, even ceding some authority.

After all, there are no permanent enemies; the art of politics lies in mutual compromise...

In this situation, the landscape is now fully open for Hu Yonghua, and local officials naturally follow the trend...

...

"Xiaowang, your Director Lu often mentions you in front of me, saying you are clever and capable, an invaluable talent in the bureau.

In solving major kidnapping rings, illegal cultural relics trade, and other cases, you’ve made numerous contributions!"

Sitting down on the sofa in the living room, Hu Yonghua smiled and personally poured a cup of tea for Wang Zhao Ping, who, feeling a bit flattered, took it.

"Not at all, Hu City, you overpraise me, it’s all due to the wise leadership."

"Hey! Being overly modest is arrogance. Speaking of which, I haven’t properly thanked you for the last incident with Major General Chu’s family."

You may not realize, our Hu family and the Chu family have longstanding ties. If something really happened to that child here, I truly wouldn’t have been able to face Mr. Chu.

Thanks to you all!"

Wang Zhao Ping paused, then realized why Chu Tian had come with his family to express thanks before — it was Hu City who personally introduced them.

But with this kind of relationship... does it mean I’ve been noted by the leader?

Wang Zhao Ping felt quietly pleased.

"Hu City, please don’t say that, it’s all part of my duty, and also the collective effort of the entire police department... as well as ’enthusiastic citizens.’ I wouldn’t dare claim credit!"

"Haha! That’s due to your excellent command, Xiaowang!"

The two exchanged friendly words, praising each other, and Hu Yonghua asked about some work-related issues and difficulties. Wang Zhao Ping, gradually becoming more comfortable, answered truthfully.

Hu Yonghua seemed quite pleased with Wang Zhao Ping’s performance, smiling and nodding repeatedly.

"Hmm! It’s apparent, Xiaowang, that you are someone who gets things done. The grassroots need diligent and hardworking officers like you!"

He naturally understood Wang Zhao Ping’s intentions.

But this time, he might have to disappoint him...

As expected, Wang Zhao Ping’s face slightly froze.

The grassroots need diligent and hardworking officers like you?

Does that mean I have to work at the grassroots level for a few more years?

Seeing the obvious disappointment on Wang Zhao Ping’s face, feeling he owed him a favor, Hu Yonghua discreetly offered some advice.

"Xiaowang, the Public Security Bureau is a critical department within the political and legal system. With your Director Lu stepping down, Secretary Hong will definitely place great emphasis on your future work..."

Though the words were discreet, Wang Zhao Ping vaguely understood.

The position of Director of the Public Security Bureau is critical and Hong Tianfang would not easily relinquish it.

Now that Hu Yonghua and Hong Tianfang have just put aside differences, maintaining superficial harmony, he evidently doesn’t wish to spoil the current harmony over a director’s position.

Or perhaps, this position, isn’t worth expending too much political capital for in contention with Hong Tianfang...

Though disappointed, Wang Zhao Ping quickly adjusted his mindset.

What is meant to be will be; what is not, do not force...

Missing out on this opportunity is just a matter of time and fate...

Regaining his composure, Wang Zhao Ping made a few polite exchanges and prepared to take his leave, but suddenly remembered the painting Meng Lang had given him today.

Before coming, he had secretly checked, "Master Guyue" was not a famous artist, or rather... there were no historical figures under this pseudonym!

He couldn’t understand where Meng Lang’s confidence came from, thinking that the leader would like such a substandard work.

Having worried that it might not be presentable, now that there was no hope anyway...

Out of curiosity, he hesitated momentarily but eventually took out the scroll from his bag.

"By the way, Hu City, here’s a painting and calligraphy piece given by a friend..."

"What’s the meaning of this?" Hu Yonghua’s face immediately darkened, thinking that Wang Zhao Ping wanted to take a crooked path.

After all, he’s seen these kinds of situations countless times.

Who would have thought that the police captain I admired so much turned out to be someone trying to play tricks too...

"Uh... Mayor Hu, please don’t misunderstand, this is not an antique, and it’s not valuable.

If you don’t like it, just help me appreciate it, and I’ll take it away after you look at it." Wang Zhao Ping quickly explained.

"Is it?" Hu Yonghua gave a glance at Wang Zhao Ping, wanting to see what game he was playing.

He took the scroll, opened it, and read softly.

"When the wind is gentle... Uh..."

He hadn’t even finished reading the first sentence when he froze.

When he saw the signature below, his expression gradually turned a bit strange...

"What’s wrong, Mayor Hu?" Seeing Hu Yonghua’s odd expression, Wang Zhao Ping felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

No way, could it be that the piece Brother Meng gave me is really some masterpiece that doesn’t stand out at first glance?

But judging by his expression, Hu Yonghua doesn’t seem angry either...

"You said this was given to you by a friend?"

"Yes!" Wang Zhao Ping nodded bravely, cautiously asking.

"Mayor Hu... is there something wrong with this artwork?"

"Uh..." Hu Yonghua’s expression grew even stranger.

The signature has my stamp on it, what do you think the problem is?

Wang Zhao Ping does indeed have the ability, and the Chu family does owe him a favor, but that’s not enough for him to go through great lengths to compete with Hong Tianfang for the position of director.

However... if you add the favor owed by Hu Yifei and even the Hu family...

He looked up at Wang Zhao Ping, then glanced at the artwork, thought for a moment, and then rolled it back up.

Just when Wang Zhao Ping thought he was going to toss it back and perhaps face a severe reprimand...

"I’ll keep this piece of calligraphy for now."

"Uh..."

Wang Zhao Ping was stunned, his eyes wide open, thinking he had heard wrong.

Really... really kept it?

"It’s getting late, Xiaowang, you should head back first. Work hard, and the organization will not overlook talented people!"

...

Dazed and confused, he was sent out. Standing at the gate of the courtyard, Wang Zhao Ping was still bewildered.

A moment ago, I was needed at the grassroots level, and now I won’t be overlooked?

Can the world change so quickly?

Why?

What exactly is the secret of that artwork?

Could it be that Mayor Hu’s real hobby isn’t drinking tea, but calligraphy?

And he happens to be a huge fan of "Master Guyue"?

Recollecting the inscrutable smile Meng Lang had when he gave him the artwork, Wang Zhao Ping felt like he had met an expert...

No, a benefactor!

He excitedly took out his phone.

Archie: [Brother Meng, you’re amazing! Mayor Hu really accepted that artwork, tell me quickly, what is going on? Who exactly is this ’Master Guyue’?]

Not long after, a message came back.

Meng: [Try reading ’Gu’ and ’Yue’ together~]

Wang Zhao Ping paused and then slapped his thigh.

Right! How did I not think of it, Gu Yue Hu!

Archie: [Is this artwork related to Mayor Hu?]

Meng: [He wrote it, what do you think?]

Wang Zhao Ping was a bit dumbfounded.

Master Guyue... is Hu Yonghua?!

So, I just went to his place and offered him his own writing...

The key is, he even accepted it?!

Wang Zhao Ping was stunned for a while before he realized that the artwork itself wasn’t important; what mattered was why the artwork ended up with Meng Lang...

Archie: [So, Brother Meng, you knew Mayor Hu all along?]

Meng: [We’re not that familiar, just played table tennis together twice.]

Play table tennis twice, and the mayor gives you his calligraphy work and a huge favor in return?

What international level is this, becoming bosom friends after two games of table tennis?

So Mayor Hu’s real interest...

Isn’t drinking tea, or calligraphy, but table tennis?

I don’t believe you!

Archie: [You even have connections with the mayor, Brother Meng, how many other connections do you have that I don’t know about?]

Meng: [I also have the United Nations Secretary-General’s Feixin, do you want it?]

Archie: [Brother Meng, stop kidding with me.]

Meng: [Hehe...]

Language is a transparent cage, imprisoning the unsaid truth.

And misunderstanding is the reflection of language, capturing the eternal time-lag between speaker and listener...