Typhoon No. 24

  After Han Dong sent out the article, the first thing he did every day when he went to work was to find Xichuan Daily to see if it had been published. However, he never saw it, and Han Dong's heart gradually cooled down, seeing the conservative comments on the newspaper, could his own article not be published?

  In the statistics bureau, Huang Song is now very low-key, going to work on time every day and being polite when he sees Han Dong, as if he has already forgotten their past grievances.

  Tuesday, December 24, 1991.

  This day was the eve of the collapse of Russia in Han Dong's memory.

  But that article was never published, and Han Dong had already lost hope for it.

  "It's getting colder and colder." Han Dong walked into the office, picked up the Xichuan Daily on the table with a habitual movement, and suddenly froze.

  What caught Han Dong's eye was a large headline in bold font: "Reform and Development are the Foundation of Social Stability and National Long-term Peace".

  "Hehe, just in time." Tomorrow is the day Russia collapses, releasing this article today will definitely bring a beating to Han Dong.

  After taking a sip of tea, Han Dong carefully began reading the newspaper. After finishing it, his mood became exceptionally heavy.

  Today's Xikang Daily, apart from his article supporting reform, all the others were surprisingly conservative views. More than half of the articles made sharp criticisms of Han Dong, criticizing him to the point of being worthless, and some even said that such a person was not worthy of being a government official.

  "Alas, the storm is coming." Han Dong sighed and pressed his temples.

  "Secretary, take a look at today's Xichuan Daily." As soon as Huang Wenyun, the county party secretary of Fuyi County, walked into his office and sat down, his secretary Zhang Changhe knocked on the door and came in with a newspaper in hand.

  "Is there anything interesting?" Huang Wenyun said casually. Lately, the Xichuan Daily has been mostly promoting conservative ideas and pouring cold water on the reform and opening-up cause. It's all guessable, nothing worth reading.

  Zhang Changhe carefully said: "Secretary, look at this headline on the front page, it was written by Director Han of the Statistics Bureau."

  "Statistics Bureau? Provincial Statistics Bureau?" Huang Wenyun asked in confusion, taking the newspaper from him and seeing the headline on the front page. He couldn't help but smile - it was actually an article supporting reform, how rare!

  Huang Wenyun's gaze moved down and saw that the author was Han Dong from Fuyi County Statistics Bureau, and he was stunned for a moment, "Han Dong of the Statistics Bureau?"

  "Yes, he called you last week to report on his work."

  "Oh, I remember now, at that time I asked you to tell him to work at ease."

  Huang Wenyun nodded, wasn't this Han Dong introduced by Wu Jiequan? Why isn't he on the same page as Wu Jiequan? Last time I thought he came to advocate for conservative views.

  Huang Wenyun was perplexed, carefully reading from start to finish, and soon a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He thought to himself: "It's similar to what I said that day, but this kid has quite a lot of guts. Unfortunately, under current circumstances, such an article will only bring him endless trouble."

  At this moment, County Magistrate Fang Zhong was also reading the article. As he read on, he stroked his oily and smooth hair with one hand, a cold smile gradually appearing at the corner of his mouth. "Hmph, pretending to be someone else?"

  The idea advocated in this article is consistent with what Huang Wenyun said at the situation report meeting that day, and it's very obvious that Han Dong was instructed by Huang Wenyun to write it.

  "Alright, then I'll take out Han Dong."

  Fang Zhong put down the newspaper and called in his secretary Shi Yong, "Call Statistics Bureau's Han Dong to come over."

  "Alright." Shi Yong saw Fang Zhong's gloomy face and didn't know what had happened. He thought to himself, "What has that kid done now?"

  As soon as Han Dong received Shi Yong's phone call, he knew the storm was finally coming.

  He came to the county government, Shi Yong sat there motionless, and said coldly: "You wait a minute, I'll go ask the county magistrate right away." He said he would go ask immediately, but did not get up, holding a pen on a piece of paper writing and drawing, as if very busy.

  Han Dong could only sit there quietly and wait patiently.

  More than ten minutes passed before Shi Yong slowly got up and went in to ask for instructions from Fang Zhong. After a while, he slowly came out again, "The county magistrate asks you to go in."

  Han Dong suppressed his anger and ignored the guy who was relying on his powerful connections. He stood up and went to knock on the door with a "thud thud" sound.

  "Advance!" Fang Zhong's voice seemed to carry a hint of dark wind.

  Han Dong pushed the door open and went in, facing Fang Zhong's cold gaze staring at him, he muttered to himself: "Go ahead and scold me, it's not like you can eat me."

  "County Magistrate Fang, you're looking for me?" Han Dong asked cautiously.

  "Hmph—" Fang Zhong snorted, withdrawing his gaze and falling silent. He didn't even offer a seat to Han Dong, instead continuing to smoke on his own, as if he had summoned Han Dong just to take a look at him.

  Han Dong stood there helplessly, feeling extremely embarrassed, slowly taking a deep breath to calm himself down, treating it as a punishment.

  Time passed minute by minute and second by second, Han Dong stood there motionless. Fortunately, he had been practicing his stance since childhood, so standing still for an hour was no problem; otherwise, he would have collapsed long ago.

  An hour passed and Han Dong's legs began to go numb. He gradually felt a surge of energy in his heart but still tried his best to hold it back.

  Fang Zhong had already decided to take a good rest, and seeing Han Dong standing there calmly and quietly, he couldn't help but admire this young man. At such a young age, he already had such composure, it was indeed rare. If he himself had had such skills when he was young, he wouldn't be just a county head now.

  "Take a look?" Fang Zhong picked up the Xichuan Daily from the table and threw it at Han Dong.

  Han Dong reached out and grabbed the newspaper, "County Magistrate Fang, what's wrong with this newspaper?" Fang Zhong's attitude made him feel uncomfortable in his heart. Did he really think he was so easy to bully?

  Fang Zhong was suddenly enraged by Han Dong's ambiguous tone, and he slapped the table with a loud "slap", shouting: "What problem? What problem! You're really not afraid of anything, are you? Tell me, who told you to write that article?"

  "I wrote it myself, what's wrong with it?"

  Seeing Fang Zhong's furious and humiliated appearance, Han Dong suddenly felt a great relief. He had been feeling very suppressed lately, now that the article was out, let the storm come, let it be more intense.

  "You... you..." Fang Zhong's face turned white with rage as he shouted: "Fine, fine, fine! Get out, get out of here!"

  "If the county head is fine, I'll be off." Han Dong found it quite amusing and his mouth curled up.

  Just as he walked out the door, a "crash" sound of a cup shattering came from behind. Han Dong smiled slyly to himself - in his past life, wasn't he a spoiled rich kid? Does this small county magistrate think he can bully me?

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