The smile on the corner of Marilyn's mouth stunned the people at the scene, the beauty was already beautiful, not to mention the appearance of a smile that made people smile.

Seeing the names in the field and the idiotic touch of many men, Marilyn shook her head secretly, and then looked at Wang Hao, who still had a sincere face and clear eyes, Marilyn spoke.

"Success is rare, in fact, it is also very simple, it is rare that someone really touched the Troyinlin family, his great love is boundless, and his dedication to the people makes us understand and gratify.

The simple thing is that you have sincerity, then you will realize your dreams, sincerity has no borders, everything is actually beside you, he is within reach! ”

Marilyn's speech was greeted with bursts of applause, and she gently suppressed the excited crowd and continued.

"The success of the family's investment should actually be thanks to one person, who is the intermediary between our family and S Province!! Mayor Wang Hao! ”

The applause has hardly ceased since several speakers took turns to speak.

The press conference on the signing of the investment contract of the Troyinlin family was a great success and won unanimous praise from the participants.

This press conference set a good tone and strengthened the foundation for the future direction and development of the entire S province.

It has become a historical witness of S Province.

In the evening, the news network of country Z broadcast an important message from province S:

Politburo member Zhao Gaoli attended a press conference held at the Wanfoshan Hotel in S Province to sign an investment contract with the Tro Yin Lin family of country M in S Province.

The news was five and a half minutes long, but Zhao Gaoli missed the five and a half minutes, but the highlight was the important speech of Qian Mujin, Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee of S Province.

The picture was fixed on Qian Mujin's kind face for a full minute and a half, and when the press conference was finally announced, the picture was fixed on Qian Mujin for half a minute.

Qian Mujin in the picture talks and laughs freely, sometimes serious and serious, sometimes amiable, which makes the investors and businessmen of country M very satisfied.

Not only that, Qian Mujin's neat image and serious expression made everyone feel immediately bright.

People with a heart immediately realized something, the money is going to move, it is going to move, and then it goes up.

It is almost unbelievable to many people.

Not only that, but the news network actually made a key news introduction in the economic half-hour column later, which shocked the whole country and seemed to throw a depth charge in this harmonious country.

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At this time, the Jiang family hall was in a mess, the beloved purple clay pot was scattered all over the ground, tea and water stains were everywhere, looking at the reports in the news, the old man Jiang's face was getting worse and worse, and he was almost angry to the edge of losing control.

He made a phone call angrily, asking Jiang Chenguang to rush back to Jiang's house immediately to report, but the phone did not work for a long time, and the sentence that came from it was always the same:

Your call is temporarily unreachable, please call again later、、、、、、

The phone that usually goes through at the first dial is now that he can't get through for the time being, and a very bad premonition is deeply shrouded in the heart of Old Man Jiang.

Old Man Jiang gritted his teeth, scolded a word of waste, and pushed the coffee table next to him with a bang, but the heavy jade coffee table only moved its position.

Old Man Jiang launched a madness, pointing to the coffee table and scolding.

"Even you look down on me, I can't even push you, I make you disobedient, I let you ignore the Jiang family, ignore my existence!"

Old Man Jiang was really furious, he bent down and lifted the heavy jade coffee table with his shoulders, and the coffee table rose up and collapsed with a bang.

But unfortunately, Old Man Jiang couldn't do it as he pleased, how could he push such a heavy coffee table, when the coffee table fell, he was not in a hurry, and he happened to be pressed upright.

The service staff in the hall had already escaped in advance, and it was not the first time that Old Man Jiang had gone crazy, the last time he went crazy, he smashed a good purple clay pot directly on the little waiter's head.

The little waiter was knocked unconscious on the spot, and was sent to the hospital for more than ten stitches afterwards, fortunately in the head, otherwise if it was smashed on the face, it would be broken.

The air conditioner in the hall was buzzing, and the economy on the TV had already finished broadcasting for half an hour, and the second episode of the TV series had already begun.

It was the red propaganda month of August, the sound of gunfire and artillery on TV was deafening, and the octagonal hat was alone with a shell gun, and he robbed the enemy headquarters with a swagger, and then retreated.

The sound of gunfire came from afar, and in the silent night, it was extremely gorgeous, and the glorious stories of the older generation always stirred people's hearts.

The little waitress didn't dare to go in, so she could only wipe her tears with her head down on the terrace outside, she was a waiter trained by the state and a top student in the nursing home.

Her duty is to serve the leaders at all times, to relieve the problems in the lives of these veteran cadres, and to ensure that they are physically and mentally happy and healthy at all times.

Fortunately, there was no longer the sound of falling things in the inner hall, and the little waiter's heart slowly relaxed.

It seems that the old chief is watching a TV series, and it is possible to recall the previous fighting years, so it's okay, look, recall, people will spend the rest of their lives in memories when they are old.

But what he never expected was that the heavy jade coffee table in the hall smashed right on Old Man Jiang's chest, and Old Man Jiang's low cry for help was so weak.

One of his hands was desperately clutching at something, but the smooth floor was powerless to grasp, only the gap between the floor and the fingernails could briefly hinder the intimate contact between his fingernails and the floor.

Scratching from fast to slow, slowly weak, and then weak, until it stops.

The poor finger clamp was already dripping with blood, and a small piece of the nail had been scratched off by the nail in the crack of the hard floor, but this small piece was so inconspicuous.

The TV series has reached the first part, the lonely hero of the guerrilla brigade joined the large army, united the county brigade, the county squad, and actually began to carry out the campaign to liberate the county seat.

The gunfire of the battle was so fierce, the casualties were heavy, the shock was repulsed wave after wave, and the military commissar and the corps commander were anxious and helpless.

At this moment, the lone hero asked for his life, personally led the assault team, and rushed forward with a ** bag regardless of anyone's persuasion.

After a loud bang, a hole was smashed in the wall, and the regimental commander, in tears, raised his shell gun and roared.

"Comrades, rush, avenge the captain, comrades, rush to liberate the county 、、、、、、"

The voice was extremely poignant, but the voice was loud, and the old man Jiang under the coffee table smiled, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he also roared.

"Rush, solve, solve, liberate 、、、、、、"

Helplessly, before he finished speaking, he coughed lightly, a few mouthfuls of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and he went peacefully.

Wang Hao, who returned to Y City the next night, sat comfortably in Yi Shengxue's small restaurant, Gong Fang poured Wang Hao a cup of Haohan alcohol, Wang Hao was just about to drink, and he didn't want the host's unique slow, serious voice to come from the TV.

"At about 10:30 p.m. on August 19 in Beijing, an outstanding member of the Z Nationalist Party, a time-tested and loyal national fighter, a proletarian revolutionary, and an outstanding leader of our army's political work.

Comrade Jiang, deputy secretary of the 13th Secretariat of the Communist Party of Z, member of the Political Bureau of the 14th Communist Party of the Communist Party of Z, member of the Political Committee of the Communist Party of the People's Republic of China, and former director of the Political Department of the General Political Department of the People's Army of the People's Army of the People's Army, died at 10:30 p.m. on August 18 in the capital at the age of 83.

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(Tianjin)