Chapter 391 Babel
This was the first time that Ji Zhong missed the Qingming Festival ancestor worship.

Sitting in the car returning to Lijin, the rain was drizzling outside the window and his mind was filled with thoughts.

Jiang Chuan had seen everything that had happened recently regarding Zhang Yunqi and Yang Jiarong.

Of all these, the one who most concerned him was naturally Zhang Yunqi. In every aspect, this young man who made his fortune from his wife Zhang Jing's hometown was so deeply tied to him that it was difficult for him to stay out of it.

However, their bond was not even proactive. Over the years, he had not really helped Zhang Yunqi do anything, but the delicate relationship between them was becoming closer and closer unconsciously. This was due to his daughter Ji Ling, his wife's hometown Yunxi Village, and the fact that he himself valued this young man.

But these things have been spread out of proportion in the outside world.

Zhang Yunqi has already been labeled as an important figure.

Of course, from another perspective, that remote mountain area has been poor and backward for so many years. People have to work hard in the mud all their lives, but still cannot eat enough or wear warm clothes. It seems that this is the fate of the people on that land. Now, such a strong man has finally emerged. How could he fall in this storm when he carries the livelihoods of tens of thousands of farmers in his hometown on his shoulders?
Based on this point alone, Ji Zhong has never thought of staying out of it, nor does he intend to stay out of it!
It was already five o'clock in the afternoon when I got home.

Daughter Ji Ling was not at home. His wife Zhang Jing had received a call in advance from Ji Zhong that he had returned to Lijin, and was waiting for him at home. After Ji Zhong entered the house, she handed him a yellow paper bag.

Ji Zhong was stunned: "What is this?"

Zhang Jing said, "Zhang Yunqi brought Ji Ling to Lijin this morning. He talked to me about two things. One was about meeting with the presidents of several banks, and the other was that he gave this to me and asked me to give it to you."

Ji Zhong took the thick stack of yellow paper bags. The current situation was extremely urgent. He originally wanted to go to the study to take a closer look, but at this time the door opened and his daughter Ji Ling walked into the living room.

Ji Ling was obviously soaked by the rain, and there were water stains everywhere she walked. This bright girl rarely showed negative emotions on her face, but at this moment, her delicate little face was filled with inexplicable panic.

Ji Zhong frowned: "What's wrong?"

Ji Ling opened his mouth and said, "Zhang Yunqi was taken away."

Ji Zhong was silent for a long time. When he learned yesterday that Huo Jianzhong was in trouble, he felt that this moment would come sooner or later. It was not a surprise, so he hurried back to Lijin, because this matter could not be resolved in Jiangchuan. However, when Ji Ling witnessed that scene with his own eyes, he, as a father, couldn't help but feel a little heavy.

Ji Zhong reached out and touched Ji Ling's wet hair: "Go take a hot bath, lie down on the bed, sleep, don't think about anything. Believe in Dad, everything will be fine."

Ji Zhong could advise his daughter not to think about anything, but he himself had no way of stopping thinking about it. He told his daughter that everything would be fine, but he himself felt that the current situation was extremely difficult.

After nightfall, Ji Zhong opened the thick yellow paper bag in his study, took out a large stack of materials from it, and began to read them one by one.

It was certainly not simple for Zhang Yunqi to hand such a document to him. He had an intention. The content in it was indeed not simple, involving Gao Shan, Zhao Shiming, and Yuan Qingsen.

After reading the materials, Ji Zhong hunched over and smoked one cigarette after another in silence in the study.

After an unknown amount of time, Ji Zhong finally dialed a phone number and asked, "Is Comrade Xianxun free tomorrow? I want to meet him."

The next day, Ji Zhong went out as usual.

Unlike usual, he put the yellow paper bag into his black briefcase and went out without going to the city or the police station.

He was going to the province. In a two-story building in a courtyard that seemed to be hidden in the forest, he stayed in the reception room for a long time before being led into an office by a middle-aged man.

The office was simple and quiet, but filled with thick smoke.

Sitting in front of the desk was an old man who looked to be in his sixties. He was tall but not strong. Perhaps because he had too many things to worry about, he was very thin. His face was dark and his skin had lost its luster. His cheekbones and forehead were very prominent, and his whole head was like a rough rock. His hair was already gray and thin.

However, this old man's eyes were very distinctive. They were not at all cloudy like the eyes of ordinary old people. Instead, they were full of vitality and alertness, and sparkled with sharp light like that of a young man.

This person was the person Ji Zhong was visiting, Hu Xianxun.

After Ji Zhong came in, he bowed slightly and greeted the old man.

Hu Xianxun was reading a document at the table, but at this time his sharp eyes fell on the yellow paper bag that Ji Zhong took out from his bag: "You shouldn't come here at this time."

Ji Zhong smiled and said, "Old leader, for both public and private reasons, I should come to see you."

Hu Xianxun threw the materials in his hand on the desk and tapped with his withered fingers: "Take a look at this first."

Ji nodded and said yes, then took the information. He sat halfway on the chair and started to look through the information.

However, when he just read the beginning of the information, he saw the three words "Zhang Yunqi" written on the author's signature. He couldn't help feeling a little surprised. He really couldn't imagine how Zhang Yunqi delivered this information to the old man's desk.

Ji Zhong was confused at once.

He didn't dare to let the old man wait too long, so he gathered his thoughts and read it carefully. It was a grand article with novel ideas and absolute height, but it was not suitable for him. But it was perfect for this old man.

The old man saw Ji Zhong flipping to the last page and asked, "What do you think?"

Ji Zhong put the documents neatly back on the mahogany desk and said, "I still say that. For both public and private reasons, I have to come to see you today, but for both public and private reasons, I should not make any comments. What do you think?"

Hu Xianxun had already stood up and took the hot water from the teacup: "Reform is like crossing a river by feeling the stones. There is a fog of the times ahead, so it is inevitable that there will be times when we are at a loss. But the ideas proposed by this young kid Zhang Yunqi are indeed penetrating and valuable, and they are full of emotion."

Ji Zhong was somewhat moved.

It is very rare for this old man to give such an evaluation.

He took the opportunity to hand over the materials in his hand: "I also have a set of materials here, I would like you to take a look."

Hu Xianxun pointed to the desk and asked Ji Zhong to put it there. His skinny body stood beside the coffee table, holding a teacup and speaking: "I know why you came to find me. There are a lot of materials about Jiang Chuan on this desk in the past few days, some good and some bad. I have read them all, but I just read them. This is why I said that you, Ji Zhong, should not come today. Do you think I care about your relationship with Zhang Yunqi and Jiang Chuan? What I want to tell you is that the result will be the same whether you come or not. Our team came from the people, but now, we are getting further and further away from the people. Look at these materials, they are all repetitive, nothing is missing, but the ground is lacking!"

Hu Xianxun took two sips from the teacup and said in a full voice: "The situation in Jiangchuan seems to be forcing me to make a decision, but I have to say that I, Hu Xianxun, cannot make the decision. Only the people of Jiangchuan can make the decision. Therefore, what I want to see is not your ideas, but the opinions of the people of Jiangchuan!"

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(End of this chapter)