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315, the wind (seven)

315, Wind Rising (Seven)

In fact, there are not many of these others, only a few. Zhang Jinsong is the deputy county magistrate. In the county government, he is not only in the office but also in the conference room. He rarely strolls around. He doesn’t have the chance to meet too many people.

So, he didn't take the gaze of the few people to heart. He originally had a meeting on Monday, but Pei Zhenhua didn't know what was going on today, so although the deputy county magistrates came to work, they did not hold a meeting.

Today is Zheng Ju's father's birthday. Last Friday, Zheng Ju told Zhang Jinsong that he wanted to take half a day off. Anyway, it was a meeting on Monday morning. He accompanied his parents and relatives for lunch and rushed to work. Zhang Jinsong rarely accompanied his parents recently. When he heard Zheng Ju say that, he felt that he was quite filial, so he gave him a day off. In addition, on Saturday and Sunday, he asked him to stay at home for three days with his parents. So today, Zhang Jinsong had to do it himself and no one explained anything to him.

Sui Duo Group seems to have not made any more trouble, nor does the media pursue the matter of Sui Duo Group's excessive pollution discharge. Could it be that it was because it made the matter too perfect as soon as it took action, which shocked the people of the county government? Tsk, this is efficiency, this is personal charm.

After a change of thought, he simply stopped thinking about these things. He turned on the computer and took a sip of tea. Before he could swallow the tea, his phone rang.

Zhang Jinsong took out his cell phone and smiled at the corner of his mouth. The caller was Huang Xindai, who had not been in contact for a long time. If we talked about it, Zhang Jinsong's love for him, the teacher he had secretly loved when he was studying, was not that strong now, but there were always some, which were different from other acquaintances.

"Teacher Huang." Zhang Jinsong said hello very much, not as he did when he received a call from his subordinate. Haha, no matter whether he had a secret love or not, she was always his teacher. This friendship was there. As long as there was no particularly big conflict of interest, of course, you should respect it in normal times.

"At work?" Huang Xindai's voice was still so nice, and she was not polite in her words, quite natural.

"Well, what instructions does Teacher Huang have?" Zhang Jinsong said with a little smile.

Huang Xindai laughed: "You are all county leaders now, so I dare not instruct you."

"What county leaders are not county leaders? In front of you, I am a student." Zhang Jinsong said something very pleasing and asked, "Why did you think of calling me?"

"If you miss you, just call you." Since investing in Suijiang, Huang Xindai would make a few jokes with Zhang Jinsong when he was in person, let alone on the phone.

Zhang Jinsong smiled and said, "Really? I'm so touched. You are so kind to me, how can I repay you?"

"Then how do you want to repay me?" Huang Xindai seemed to be in a good mood today and had time. After chatting for a few words, she was still joking.

Zhang Jinsong put away his joking tone and said seriously: "I am a poor civil servant, and I really can't think of anything to repay you. Otherwise, I'll promise you."

"Geeh..." Huang Xindai heard a series of silver bell-like laughter, and after laughing, "Are you not afraid that I will tell Wu Ling this."
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