The cold wind is coming. Although the northeast of March has ushered in the breath of spring, it can still freeze people's noses. On the boundary line of the Xicheng Exit Highway, a group of police cars flashed silently with police lights and stopped quietly on both sides of the road.

Although the weather is still cold, the Daughter River next to the highway has begun to melt away. Below the ice layer, the sound of the river flowing can be vaguely heard, and signs of life have begun to be nurtured in this cold world.

At this time, the Difeng Expressway had not been built yet. The only thing connecting Xiucheng and Fengtian was the ordinary national highway. On the road that was not so spacious, there were long cars behind the police array. Judging from its luxury and quantity, it made people feel that all the good cars in Xiucheng were dispatched in full swing.

At the forefront of Chelong, next to a large van, Ye Weiran sniffed and exhaled a thick white air.

"Reporter Ye, why don't you get in the broadcasting car and rest for a while? You're red in your nose." The Pipiman carrying the camera said with some concern.

"I'm fine. Look at how many leaders in front of you are blowing in the wind." Ye Weiran heard his words and quickly took out a small mirror from his bag, looked at his face carefully, and said worriedly: "Let me see if the makeup has gone, isn't it good to look?"

"No flowers, Miss Ye, don't worry. The makeup artist at the stage is very skilled. Not to mention the wind, he won't even make-up will be rainy." Pipinan has been doing camera for several years, and this is the first time he has met such a nervous host, and he can't help but smile.

He still remembers that when Ye Weiran first appeared on the TV station two days ago, it was actually sent by the Municipal Party Committee Propaganda Minister. Not only did she arrange for her to be a front-line editor, but she even asked her to be responsible for all the news related to the software park. At that time, she was not like now, but was as excited as a little tiger.

"Hey, I'm still not suitable for working on a TV station." Ye Weiran said a little discouragedly: "It's over today, I'll apply to go back to the daily newspaper to be a reporter."

"Don't!" Pipinan said anxiously: "Who hasn't been the first time? Miss Ye has a very good image. It would be a pity not to work on the TV station."

"Really?" Ye Weiran was a little worried about gains and losses. Which girl didn't have a dream of going on TV?

"It's true!" The man with a thumbs up and said affirmatively: "Relax in your heart, take out your usual clean and neat spirit, absolutely no problem!"

Ye Weiran closed her eyes and took a deep breath. After a moment, she opened her eyes again. Sure enough, the spirit of giving advice to the country returned to her.

"Yes, that's it!" Pipiman set up the camera and there was a greed in his eyes: "Don't move, I'll take a picture of you."

He activated the camera on his shoulder, pointed the lens at Ye Weiran, and adjusted the aperture in his hand.

"Hey, isn't this a camera? How can you still take photos?" Ye Weiran quickly sorted out her clothes and asked curiously.

"The principles are the same, and the camera can naturally be used as a camera." The man said something and didn't stop in his hand.

He took Ye Weiran into the lens with the distance road as the background, and finally adjusted the aperture. The camera's lens gradually transitioned from the distance to the close-up, and recorded Ye Weiran's heroic posture with a click.

"How is it? Is the effect good?" Ye Weiran asked nervously.

"The effect is very good..." Pipiman adjusted the aperture of the camera and suddenly said blankly: "Miss Ye, do you see if the car coming from a distance is a Grand Cherokee?"

"Hey?" Ye Weiran was shocked and quickly looked into the distance, but said in disappointment: "It's too far away and I can't see clearly. I can only vaguely see a car coming."

At this moment, the huge waiting convoy gradually had some chaotic sounds, and the originally silent crowd seemed to be suddenly awakened and emerged from all corners.

"That's right, it's a Grand Cherokee!" Pipinan shouted happily, and a dusty Grand Cherokee in the camera was slowly coming from the end of the road.

With his shout, a policeman holding a military telescope ran to the roof of the car, raised the telescope and looked at it. After a while, he put down the telescope and nodded affirmatively and shouted: "It's Bo G95588, Mayor Jiang's car!"

Wow—

With his shout, the entire convoy suddenly became boiling. The crowd, which was originally a little slow, seemed to have been whipped hard and quickly gathered towards the city.

The door of an Audi 100 that was always on the side of the city was suddenly pushed open from the inside, and a white-haired old man slowly walked down from the back seat of the car. A middle-aged man in his thirties in his co-pilot also quickly opened the door and ran over.

"Secretary, please be slow and be careful." The middle-aged man was cautious in supporting the old man, but he pushed him away.

"I'm not that old yet!" The old man pushed him away, limping towards the middle of the road with a cane.

The crowd gradually gathered behind the old man, and almost all the top leaders of the Xiongcheng were present here. Director of the People's Congress, Chairman of the CPPCC, Deputy Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, Deputy Mayors, District Party Secretary, District Mayors of each district, District Mayors, Police Bureau Director, Director of Industry and Commerce Bureau, Finance Bureau, Labor Bureau, Tax Bureau, Statistics Bureau...

At this moment, everyone was looking forward to the closer and closer Grand Cherokee.

"Firecrackers, light up the firecrackers, and there is also a band, and the band will also ring!" The old man knocked on the ground with his cane and said with a red face.

Amid the deafening sound of firecrackers, the dressed band played the loud "Singing the Motherland".

The five-star red flag flutters in the wind,

How loud is the song of victory.

Singing our dear motherland,

From now on to prosperity and strength...

Today's embroidery city is like the land in March. The cold winter has passed, will spring be far away?

Zhou Shuo put the car in first gear, and the car almost glided forward slowly. I don’t know if he was a little dry because of his fear of being close to home. However, when he looked up at the reversing mirror, Jiang Daqiao in the back seat seemed to be even worse than him, and his hands and feet were shaking unnaturally.

Cherokee stopped steadily in front of the city. The police chief wearing a straight police uniform ran to the car in small steps, opened the rear door for Jiangdaqiao, and solemnly raised his right hand to salute him.

Jiang Daqiao jumped out of the car quickly and reached out to the police chief at a loss. His eyes were a little wet and said, "It's so grand. It's so cold that comrades, come and pick me up."

"This is what it should be!" Director Zhang of the police station held Jiang Daqiao's hand in both hands, shook it heavily and said, "You are the hero of our embroidery city!"

Accompanied by the majestic and heroic tune of "Singing the Motherland", Jiang Daqiao walked upright towards the old man in front of the crowd and said loudly: "Old Secretary, Jiang Daqiao has been lucky enough to be disappointed and has successfully returned!"

"Thank you for your hard work!" Yue Yinhua, secretary of the Xiucheng Municipal Committee, put aside his cane, held it tightly with Jiang Daqiao, and said solemnly: "Welcome home!"

"Mayor Jiang, thank you for your hard work!" The director of the Municipal People's Congress came next to Yue Yinhua, and was the second to shake hands with him, and said excitedly: "On behalf of two million fellow villagers in Xiucheng, I would like to thank you for your contribution to Xiucheng!"

"I just did what I should do!" Jiang Daqiao lowered his head and shook his head and said, "The ability of Xiucheng to obtain the software park project today is the result of the joint efforts of all Xiucheng people, not my personal success."

Pipiman came forward with a camera and recorded this historic scene. Ye Weiran held the microphone and stood aside and explained: "It's now at 2:13 pm on March 6, 1995, and I'm making a live report to everyone at the city boundary of Xiucheng..."

Zhou Shuo opened the car door and jumped out of the driver's seat. Naturally, a group of employees from the Fanhan Group ran over. However, at this time, the one who was running in the front was the joyful Li Zhi.

Li Zhi stopped in front of Zhou Shuo, stared at him with big eyes, and asked curiously: "Brother Zhou, has your job been successful?"

"It's successful!" Zhou Shuo took a deep breath and grabbed her little hand. The slender palms were slightly cold, which made him feel a little distressed: "It's so cold, why are you running out? Look at your little face is red with cold."

Li Zhi shook his head and said with a smile: "I was in the car before, and it was not cold at all when I turned on the air conditioner."

"Principal Zhou, Principal Zhou!" Jiang Daqiao's secretary came out of the government's pile, ran to Zhou Shuo's side, and said to him: "Mayor Jiang, please go over and say a few words to everyone, you are a great conscientious person in the software park project."

Zhou Shuo turned his head and looked at Jiang Daqiao surrounded by crowds. It happened that Jiang Daqiao was also looking at him at this time.

Jiang Daqiao's face was radiant and proud. When he saw Zhou Shuo looking at him, he quickly waved his hand to greet him.

No one knows better than Jiang Daqiao how Zhou Shuo made contributions to the software park project in the embroidery city. Even if he saved the entire embroidery city by himself, this statement is no exaggeration.

Jiang Daqiao wants to share this honor with Zhou Shuo, and it is not enough to express his gratitude. If the software park project is launched, as long as Jiang Daqiao does not make any principled mistakes, then the future throne of the municipal party secretary will be waved to him.

Zhou Shuo can be regarded as his rebirth of his career. He needs someone to share with him such ecstasy and excitement.

However, at this time, Zhou Shuo shook his head gently, turned his head and said to the secretary: "I won't go. If you tell Mayor Jiang, just say..."

He pondered for a while, organized the language, and then continued: "Just say that the eyes and honors of the entire embroidery city today should belong to him, not me."
Chapter completed!