At the dinner table in the morning, Feng Sizhe ate at the table with his grandparents and uncle, second aunt and aunt.

Today's Feng Sizhe changed the way he bowed his head to eat in the past, raised his head and couldn't help but give his grandparents some small pickles they like to eat on weekdays in a bowl, which attracted grandma to say yes, and grandpa didn't know what Feng Sizhe was thinking in his heart, so he didn't talk much, but her aunt Zhao Lizhu looked at Feng Sizhe with great hospitality, and couldn't help muttering, "Sycophant!" ”

"What's wrong with the sycophant, Zhe'er at least did this, you, I've been supporting you for so many years, but I've never seen you so diligent. Besides, I also like the dishes that Tetsuer gave me. As soon as he heard that his youngest daughter dared to talk about her grandson, He Jiayu was a little unhappy.

"Mom." Listening to her mother say these words publicly, Zhao Lizhu's face was also coquettish, no matter what, she is also in her thirties, so it is too shameless.

"I think your mom is right." Zhao Mingyuan suddenly said this, and suddenly Zhao Lizhu didn't dare to say anything except for her convulsive mouth. Feng Zhe smiled, "Auntie is angry, then I will also give you some food, pat your ass, and admit your mistake." ”

Feng Sizhe's smiling face, and even some hippie smiles, immediately warmed up the atmosphere at the dinner table. Everyone couldn't help but laugh when they heard his words. Especially Lieutenant General Zhao Mingyuan felt that his grandson had obviously undergone some changes, but he was not sure whether this change was good or bad.

After breakfast, there was naturally a service staff at home to clean up the table. Uncle, second aunt also hurriedly packed up and went to work and went to the ministry and committee for a meeting, Lieutenant General Zhao Mingyuan also wore a straight lieutenant general uniform under the "service" of his wife He Jiayu, and sat in a special car to the compound of the Beijing Military Region, only Feng Sizhe and his aunt Zhao Yuzhu were left.

"I said Auntie, hurry up." Standing in the courtyard, Feng Zhe urged his aunt. It's seven o'clock and fifteen in the morning now, but the aunt still hasn't cleaned up, and she is still dressed up in the house, which can't help but make Feng Zhe a little anxious, in his memory, the middle and youth classes will start at eight o'clock, and if it is a little later, I am afraid that it will be really late.

"Yo yo yo, the sun really came out of the west today, and our Xiao Zhe also knows that he is in a hurry to go to class? Don't you want to be fired every day? Oh, by the way, is there any beautiful girl in the middle and youth class that you like and want to go to school? Wearing a pair of white leggings that were just popular in 9o, and wearing a light blue jacket on the upper body, with a black sweetheart collar shirt inside, perfectly wrapping the protruding part of her chest, making it look very youthful, which also makes Zhao Lizhu, who is thirty-two years old, more like twenty-three or four.

"Ah, if you want to say that the aunt is beautiful, this dress is much more youthful than the second aunt." Feng Sizhe's words are true. Maybe it's because she is a little girl at home, Zhao Lizhu has been naughty since she was a child, and she will dress up herself, unlike her second aunt Zhao Lishu, who is just thirty-six years old, and she really dresses up as if she is in her forties, as if she is afraid that people will think she is young.

"Alright, you're talking a bit too much today." Although Zhao Lizhu was praised by others, she was also very happy in her heart, but when she thought that she was reprimanded by her parents for saying that Feng Sizhe was a sycophant, she also threw Feng Sizhe a look.

Feng Sizhe smiled, "It is said that women love to hold grudges, and it seems to be true." ”

Following Zhao Lizhu, Feng Sizhe and the two went out of the courtyard and got into a military jeep, and then the car started and headed towards the Central Party School. Even in the car, Feng Sizhe was still thinking in his heart that his aunt was the chief of the department and the daughter of a lieutenant general, plus the discipline in the national ministries and commissions was not very strict now, otherwise, would he be able to enter the court with his aunt's outfit? This is questionable.

Feng Lizhu's position is the director of the Second Division of Cadres of the Personnel Department of the Central Propaganda Department, and at her age, she has been mixed up at the level of a director, and it is obviously inseparable from Lieutenant General Zhao's promotion. Usually, the director of the second cadre department personally sends Feng Zhe to the middle and young class of the party school, so Zhao Lizhu often jokes that Feng Zhe, the level of the middle and young class student, is really a bit high, but he is just a small student, and he began to let the cadre at the department level be the secretary to be responsible for the pick-up.

After the car stopped at the gate of the party school, Feng Lizhu hurriedly urged the driver to rush to the Central Propaganda Department, now that it was time for her to go to work, she was afraid that she would be too late after a while with Feng Sizhe's ink.

Feng Sizhe waved goodbye to his aunt, and then took out his documents for the armed police at the gate of the party school to verify his identity, and then walked to the middle and young classes in the school.

The middle-aged and young class is the abbreviation of the training course for young and middle-aged cadres, and it is a study and training course for the party's training of reserve cadres.

For example, the middle-aged and young class at the central level is mainly to train leading cadres at the provincial and municipal levels, while Feng Zhe's middle-aged and young class is for those who have a high degree of education, but have no experience in participating in work. But anyone who can enter this middle and young class is basically a foot into the cradle of politics, as long as you can graduate smoothly, under normal circumstances, the worst will also get a professional title, don't underestimate this main department, that is many township cadres are extremely poor and cannot reach a peak in their lives.

Feng Sizhe walked into the middle and youth class with light and somewhat weak steps, after all, this is something more than 20 years ago in his memory, and he is indeed a little strange when it comes to it.

"Hey, Feng Sizhe is here." A young man about his age saw Feng Sizhe and hurriedly shouted.

As soon as he saw this young man, Feng Sizhe was a musician, he remembered, this young man who looked a little shorter than himself was called Xie Zhiyuan, his father seemed to be a cadre of the State Food Administration, and his level did not seem to be low, and the others had no impressions, as if he would retire not long after, and Feng Sizhe's impression was not very deep. But he does know that he has a very good relationship with this Xie Zhiyuan, even if Feng Sizhe stopped politics in the last parallel world, but he and Xie Zhiyuan often corresponded, in Feng Sizhe's last memory, it seems that he became the mayor of a city in 2o1O, and the forty-two-year-old mayor was already very young at that time.

"Hi, Zhiyuan." Feng Sizhe saw Xie Zhiyuan greeting him, so he waved his hand politely and came to the row of seats behind him.

"What? Comrade Feng Sizhe, I don't want to come, look at it, what time is it, you are the last one to enter the class except for the prince in our class. Seeing Feng Sizhe sitting beside him, Xie Zhiyuan joked with him, he knew that Feng Sizhe was reluctant to attend this young class, and this person who came back from studying abroad didn't seem to be very keen on politics and power.

"Xie Zhiyuan, you keep quiet, don't be heard." The voice of another girl sounded in Feng Sizhe's ears, and Feng Sizhe turned his head to look and noticed that there was a girl sitting next to him, who seemed to be called Xu Yuanyuan. The other party's name immediately flashed through his mind.

There are still some memories of Xu Yuanyuan and Feng Sizhe in his mind, but after knowing that she is also a senior cadre in the capital, because Feng Zhe was not very willing to contact with his classmates at that time, so he knew very little about some people's affairs, this Xu Yuanyuan Feng Zhe just regarded her as a classmate and a passerby at that time, so even now I don't know much about her and her future affairs.

"Look, the girl is timid after all, don't be afraid, he's not there, besides, we have our own freedom of speech." As soon as Xie Zhiyuan heard Xie Yuanyuan's reminder, he smiled, laughing at her timid agreement, and talking about freedom of speech.

In fact, at that time, the country's freedom of speech was not very obvious, and people's perception of the outside world was basically hearsay except for television and newspapers, and even even the telephone was only a few stations, and the things reported were also decent. Now that Xie Zhiyuan is talking about it, it is indeed a bit funny that he has the freedom to speak.

Hearing this freedom of speech, Xu Yuanyuan also covered her mouth and smiled. How to say it, Xu Yuanyuan is still a very beautiful girl, it seems that she is only one year younger than Feng Zhe and Xie Zhiyuan, and I heard that she also has some background, in fact, who can go to school in the middle and youth class at that time has no background, but everyone doesn't know each other very well.

When the three of them were talking and laughing, a boy who looked obviously older than Feng Zhe and them walked in at the door of the class, he walked into the classroom with big strides, his steps were very steady, his eyes were ahead, as if there was no one else in his world, and he was very proud at first glance.

Seeing that this person sat down in the first row of seats, Xie Zhiyuan couldn't help but snort in his nose, "What kind of cow is it, isn't it just that you have a better background, looking at it like that, your eyes have to see the sky." Of course, Xie Zhiyuan's voice when he said this was very small, and it was only heard by Feng Sizhe and Xu Yuanyuan.

Feng Sizhe really knew that this boy was the princeling that Xie Zhiyuan mentioned just now. But in fact, Feng Sizhe is very clear that this young man named Wen Rujie is only one year older than him, and his political path in the future is not too smooth, perhaps because his eyes are too small and his vision is too low, in short, as he grows older, his performance is not very eye-catching, and in the end he went directly to the sea to do business, but his brother Wen Ruhao became a rising star in politics soon after, becoming the youngest member of the Central Committee, and it seems that he is likely to become one of the leaders of the next country. But in fact, Feng Zhe, who was a social commentator in the previous parallel world, did not like Wen Ruhao, because most of his political achievements were based on sacrificing the interests of ordinary people, and he did not really do a few good things for the country and the nation, and the most important thing is that when the Zhao family struggled under the pressure of another big faction, the Lu faction, Wen Ruhao, who was also one of the core figures of this literary school, did something to make the Zhao family completely lose the right to speak at the top, so that the old man Zhao Mingyuan could not stand the blow and suffered a stroke and was paralyzed in bed. Therefore, after Feng Sizhe saw this Wen Rujie, he subconsciously regarded him as an opponent from the bottom of his heart.

Wen Rujie, who was in the first row, also seemed to feel a cold gaze behind him, and he couldn't help but turn his head and look at Feng Sizhe. But Feng Sizhe reacted quickly, and he was already sitting like a nobody when Wen Rujie's body moved, leaving Xie Zhiyuan still gesturing with Xu Yuanyuan towards Wen Rujie's back. It wasn't until Wen Rujie turned around and saw Xie Zhiyuan that our comrade Zhiyuan stiffened and slowly sat down. Wen Rujie also thought that Xie Zhiyuan was talking about him, so he glanced over there and turned around.

Looking at Xie Zhiyuan, who had become his scapegoat, Feng Zhe chuckled and shook his head, with his somewhat perverted psychological age, how could Wen Rujie or Xie Zhiyuan beat him, and he had the ability to predict the future for more than 20 years, it can be said that he had absolute prophetic foresight, Yu Tian couldn't help but be full of ambition in his heart, he believed that with his current conditions, no matter what he did, he would put in a lot less effort than others. But in the end, he still chose to be an official, not for anything else, he didn't want to see his grandfather's disappointed eyes, he didn't want to see someone who could ride on the head of the Zhao family to do a blessing, he, Feng Sizhe, wanted to use the peculiarity of rebirth to change the history of the Zhao family, and to make a contribution to the exhibition of the motherland.