Not to mention that the Xiong Wen, who delivered this time by Feng Jing, will inevitably have a huge impact on the operation of state-owned factories, is Comrade Guangzhen, who has won his position at Mingzhu. This time, I heard that he also benefited from talking to Xue Xiangyixi.

How could Chen Daolin not want to take this kind of talent to his own command? At that time, whether it is leveraging power or wisdom, it will be beneficial without any harm.

After hearing Chen Daolin's idea, Feng Jing was not surprised at all. Instead, he shook his head and smiled: "Secretary, if you are brave enough, please report it to the top. I support you spiritually. In addition, I will tell you quietly that Xue Xiang went to Shuzhong, but was sent by the one who was sent to support his hometown." As he said that, Feng Jing extended his finger and pointed to the ceiling.

Chen Daolin immediately opened his eyes wide and thought to himself, is the rumors true? Xue Xiangzhen is so beautiful that the old leader is always full of green eyes?

Obviously, "hometown", "that", and Feng Jing's gestures are enough for Chen Daolin to think of who it is.

Chen Daolin was stunned. Feng Jing stood up and headed straight towards the golden and purple lacquered nanmu bookcase on one side.

When he reached the east end of the bookcase, Feng Jing opened the small closet, took out a red round wooden tea barrel, opened the document, knocked about half a tael of red tea leaves like needle-tips inside, and said happily: "I'm a chance today, I'm a local tyrant who beats the secretary." After that, his body flashed and disappeared outside the door.

Chen Daolin woke up from his dream and stood up, wanting to chase Feng Jing, but his thoughts changed. The fat meat reached the tiger's mouth, and there was nowhere to be able to get back. It was better to watch the loss closely, so he hurriedly took a step and chased the bookcase.

After a closer look, Secretary Chen felt cold. Last time he went to the capital, Chief An Yuan gave him a total of two taels of treasure. He usually couldn't bear to drink it. Except for heavyweight guests, he wouldn't have served this tea at all, but he was consumed so slowly. After several months, he also spent seven or eight cents. Today, Feng Jing was summoned to the door, and the matter he was talking about excited him, so he got into this top-quality Dahongpao.

But he knew that his kindness made the "wealth" reveal his whiteness and exposed his goal. Feng Jing saw it clearly.

This was not the case. He was stunned and let Governor Feng escape half of the treasure.

Chen Daolin was so heartbroken that he covered the tea tube with anger and was about to put it back. When he thought that it was no longer safe, he shook it left and right for a while in the office, and finally, he stuffed the tea tube into the big pocket of the suit.

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But Lu Zhenyu put down the phone call to Chen Daolin and felt completely at ease.

He had no good feelings for Xue Xiangben, but he thought that this was probably a child of a noble family who was ignorant of politics, and he relied on his temper. In the officialdom, Hu Wei must be the tail of a rabbit - he couldn't grow. If it weren't for Chen Daolin's explanation, he wouldn't bother to bother.

Now that it's better, Chen Daolin made sense. He also let go of his heart.

As his irritability faded, his appetite came to his mind again. He hadn't eaten and had a good sleep for a few days. At this moment, his heart was gone and his stomach was so hungry. At that moment, he picked up the dishes and stuffed them into his mouth.

Unexpectedly, he stuffed his mouth full and hadn't swallowed it yet, Xiao Zhao rushed in in a hurry, but he didn't stand firm. Then he heard Xiao Zhao say anxiously: "Chief, at 1:30 noon, just one hour later, the Prefectural Committee and the Administrative Office held a joint meeting of the Party and government?"

With a slap, Lu Zhenyu didn't have time to swallow the rice, and squirted out in one mouthful, saying in a silence: "Why are you so anxious? So big?"

Of course, Xiao Zhao knew that Lu Zhenyu's words "urgent" and "big" meant each. The former meant that some people were eager to mess with others, while the latter meand that the formation was set up, which was so big!

After all, although the core of Dejiang's highest power is the prefectural committee committee, the party and government joint meeting is often the conference that informs important matters and the spirit of the central government's important instructions. Now it is just a dereliction of duty. Moreover, the cadre did not make principled mistakes and caused much damage to the party and the country. Therefore, his chief believes that there is no need for such a big disturbance.

As soon as he thought of this, Xiao Zhao was shocked. Could it be that they wanted to take this matter and completely cut down Commissioner Xue? So cruel!

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It is approaching Mid-Autumn Festival, the heat is gone, and the coolness is gradually rising. The sunshine at noon is gone without the harshness of midsummer. It sprinkles on people, warm and easy to make people sleepy.

The orange sunlight outside the window, like gurgling water, swaying with the breeze, never trembling in the gaps of the tall acacia tree, spreading to the eaves of the window, with mottled branches and cute Shanshan.

A lark, with its wings flapping, flew over from somewhere, standing on a thick branch that stretched across the window of the soapberry tree, stretched its feathers, bathed in the sun, and sang loudly.

Usually, if a bird fell on this branch, Zhang Che, who liked quietness, had already begun to drive him away. When he wrote a manuscript, he needed peace the most and could not tolerate any noise.

But this time, when Zhang Che heard the bird's cry, he buried his head at his desk, and his pen was flying. He was so happy that he turned the cheerful lark into the magpie that announced the good news.

After writing a manuscript, Zhang Che reached out and closed his hair back, stood up, stretched his waist, wanted to get close to the window and enjoy the lark's melodious singing voice.

Unexpectedly, his standing up action shocked the birds, flapped their wings and flew away.

In an instant, Zhang Che's face turned blue and he spat, "I don't know what to lift."

Obviously, the bird flew away, which gave him a bad premonition. After all, he had fought with that man several times, and he always saw that his victory was already in his hand, but in the end he was beaten up.

If he fails more often, he will suffer from sequelae. It is inevitable that something will cause trouble. If something goes wrong, it will be regarded as a warning from God, which is a bad omen.

Thinking of his thoughts, Zhang Che was secretly surprised that the man had laid such a strong deterrence in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel ridiculous and relaxed. He thought to himself that this time it was not the commissioner who took action, but Secretary Zhou who was rushing to swing a stick on the head of the living bandit. The living bandit could escape this disaster this time unless miracles came from heaven.

Zhang Che lifted his watch and said that there were more than 40 minutes left before the meeting. He was about to stop working and was about to look for the specialist's office.

Unexpectedly, he picked up the manuscript on the table and the half-open door of the office was knocked.

When he looked up, Zhang Che's face was filled with a smile, "Teacher Song is here, I am in a position to welcome you, I am sorry for your crimes!"
Chapter completed!