Not to mention that the job delivered by Feng Jing this time is bound to have a huge impact on the operation of the state-owned factory. It is Comrade Guangzhen who has taken up his position in Mingzhu. I heard that he will also benefit from being able to achieve the triple jump this time.
Yu and Xue Xiang had a conversation. ** Romance **
How could Chen Daolin not want to take such a great talent under his command? When the time comes, whether he borrows strength or wisdom, it will always be a hundred benefits and a small harm.
After hearing Chen Daolin's idea, Feng Jing was not surprised at all. Instead, he shook his head and said with a smile: "Secretary, if you are brave enough, you can report it to the superiors. I will support you mentally. In addition, quietly tell
You, Xue Xiang, went to Shuzhong, but you were sent to support the people in your hometown." As he said this, Feng Jing pointed at the ceiling.
Chen Daolin suddenly opened his eyes wide and thought to himself, are the rumors true? Is this why Xue Xiangzhen has always been so green-eyed?
Obviously, "hometown", "that person", and Feng Jing's gestures were enough for Chen Daolin to think of who it was.[
Chen Daolin was stunned when Feng Jing stood up and walked straight towards the gold and purple lacquered nanmu bookcase on one side.
Walking to the east end of the bookcase, Feng Jing opened the small closet, took out a red log tea tube, opened it, knocked about half a tael of red needle-shaped tea leaves inside, and said cheerfully: "Today
He is a wealthy man who took advantage of the opportunity to become a secretary." After saying that, he flashed his body and disappeared out the door.
Chen Daolin woke up from a dream, stood up, and wanted to chase Feng Jing, but his mind changed. The fat had reached the tiger's mouth, and there was no way to get it back. He had better watch the losses, so he hurriedly turned back.
.Chasing towards the bookcase.
Upon closer inspection, Secretary Chen felt his heart go cold. The last time he went to the capital, An Yuanchang gave him a total of two taels of these precious dumplings. He was usually reluctant to drink them. Except for heavyweight guests, he would not go here at all.
Tea can be consumed so slowly. Over the past few months, seven or eight dollars have been consumed. Today, Feng Jing was called to the door, and what he was talking about excited him, so he took the top-quality Dahongpao.
Unexpectedly, his good intentions actually revealed his "wealth" and exposed his target, allowing Feng Jing to see clearly.
No, in a blink of an eye, he allowed Governor Feng to rob only half of the remaining treasure.
Chen Daolin was really heartbroken and angrily covered the tea can and was about to put it back. When he thought that it was no longer safe, he wandered around in the office for a long time and finally stuffed the tea can into the big pocket of his suit.
inside.
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However, Lu Zhenyu put down the call to Chen Daolin and felt completely at ease.
He had no good or bad feelings about Xue Xiangben. He just felt that he was probably a child of a family who was not familiar with politics. He relied on his temper and acted recklessly in the officialdom. He must be like a rabbit's tail - it couldn't grow. If Chen Daolin hadn't told him, he wouldn't have bothered.
Now that it was okay, Chen Daolin made sense, and he felt relieved.
After the irritability went away, the appetite came back again. He hadn't eaten well and slept well for several days. Now, when the knot in his heart was gone, he was very hungry. At that moment, he picked up the bowl and chopsticks and stuffed them into his mouth one bite at a time.
go.
Unexpectedly, he stuffed a full mouthful and before he could swallow it, Xiao Zhao rushed in in a hurry. Before he could stand still, he heard Xiao Zhao say anxiously: "Chief, at 1:30 noon, that is, an hour later, the ground will be empty."
The committee and the executive office convene a joint meeting of the party and government?"
With a puff, Lu Zhenyu didn't have time to swallow the mouthful of rice. He spit it out in one mouthful and lost his voice: "Why are you in such a hurry? It's so big?"
Of course, Xiao Zhao knew what Lu Zhenyu's words "urgent" and "big" meant respectively. The former meant that some people were impatient to attack others, while the latter meant that the formation was so huge!
After all, although the core of Dejiang's highest power is the prefectural committee, this joint meeting of the party and government is often the meeting that informs important matters and the spirit of important instructions from the central government. Now it is just to deal with a cadre who has derelict in his duties, and the cadre has not violated principles.
The mistake of "sex" has brought great losses to the party and the country, so my parents think that there is no need to make such a big move.
When he thought of this, Xiao Zhao was horrified. Could it be that they actually wanted to use this matter to cut down Commissioner Xue completely? How cruel!
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It's almost the Mid-Autumn Festival, the scorching heat has subsided, and the coolness is gradually rising. The midday sun no longer has the harshness of midsummer, and it shines on people with such warmth that it is easy to make people feel sleepy.[
The orange sunshine outside, like gurgling water, swayed with the breeze, leaked to the eaves from the gaps in the tall acacia trees that were constantly trembling, and the branches were mottled and beautiful.
A lark fluttered its wings and flew over from nowhere. It stood on a thick branch that stretched across the front of the honey locust tree, spread its feathers, bathed in the sunshine, and sang loudly.
Usually, if a bird lands on this branch, Zhang Che, who likes peace and quiet, will start to chase it away early. He needs tranquility most when writing a manuscript and cannot tolerate any noise.
But this time, when Zhang Che heard the chirping of the bird, he bent over his desk and wrote as fast as he could. He was so happy that he turned this cheerful singing lark into a magpie announcing good news.
After finishing writing a manuscript, Zhang Che stretched out his hand, tilted his head back, stood up, and stretched, wanting to get closer and appreciate the melodious singing voice of this lark.
Unexpectedly, his action of standing up startled the bird, which flapping its wings and flew away.
In an instant, Zhang Che's face turned green and he spat: "I don't know what to look up to."
Obviously, the bird flying away gave him a bad feeling. After all, he had fought with that man several times, and every time he saw that victory was already in his hands, the result was a mess.
After failing too many times, he will have sequelae. It is inevitable that things will cause him to have bad feelings. If something does not go as planned, he will regard it as a warning from God and a bad omen.
Thinking about his own thoughts, Zhang Che was secretly surprised that the man had planted such a strong deterrent in his mind. He couldn't help but feel ridiculous and relaxed. He thought to himself, this time the commissioner was not the only one to take action. He was also rushing to attack the living bandit leader.
Secretary Zhou who wields the stick, the living bandit will not be able to escape this disaster again, unless there is a miracle from heaven.
Zhang Che raised his watch and saw that there were still more than forty minutes left before the meeting. He was ready to go to the commissioner's office.
Unexpectedly, as he picked up the manuscript on the table, there was a knock on the half-open door of the office.
Looking up, Zhang Che's face was filled with a smile, "Commissioner Song is here, I'm sorry for the delay in greeting you!"
The person who came was none other than Commissioner Song Zugui, who had a red face, and behind Song Zugui was a tall and well-mannered young man, who was Song Kun, Kong Fangao's chief secretary.