Xue Laosan climbed up the pole like this, which made Huang Siwen feel extremely uncomfortable. In his opinion, the living bandit was simply dead and covered in a coffin. He would reach out and touch the corners of his clothes, which made him feel disgusted. guy.
Huang Siwen had a huge head and waved his big hands quickly, "Okay, okay, I've written down everything Mayor Xue said. The city government will definitely run the ones that can be run, and the ones that can't..."
Before he finished speaking, Xue Laosan took over: "If it can't be done, we have to find a way to do it. Who told us to have such a deep relationship?"
After that, he slowly started to smoke.
Huang Siwen secretly gritted his steel teeth and patted the table: "Okay, I think today's meeting will end here."
Huang Siwen asked for the meeting to be adjourned. Everyone in the room, including Zhou Daoqian, had this idea.
People from Huang Siwen's group are eager to know how the trick of transferring live bandits away from Dejiang works. They are even more impatient to get closer to Mayor Huang to discuss the matter of reward sharing. After all, everyone has his head in his belt. I followed you, Mayor Huang, to conquer the world, and now that I have secured the world, shouldn't I share the credit and reward the loyal ministers and generals like myself?
But people like Xue Laosan are eager to know whether Mayor Xue will leave or stay. After all, looking at Mayor Xue's calmness at the meeting just now, how does it look like he has lost a battle?
But what Huang Siwen said was so mysterious that no one dared to ignore it.
In this way, it seems necessary and urgent to seek some attention from Mayor Xue.
If Mayor Xue is just an ordinary mayor, if his big tree falls, all the hozens leaning on the tree will be gone.
But Mayor Xue, there is a big mountain behind the big tree. Even if the tree falls, as long as the mountain is still there, we hozens will not have to worry about having no place to live.
Therefore, Mayor Xue made arrangements for his departure and made arrangements for his departure. Anyway, everyone got on his big boat and had no intention of getting out.
Seeing that Zhou Daoqian was about to wave the meeting away, Xue Laosan put out his cigarette butt in the ashtray, raised his hand and looked at his watch: "Secretary Zhou, please wait for two more minutes."
Zhou Daoqian raised his big hand and pressed it down again: "Then wait another two minutes."
Now, he is Xue Xiang's clone. He should do what Xue Xiang said. It is rare that Huang Siwen did not contradict his words. He only raised his eyes and took a deep look at Xue Laosan, and then calmly stared at his watch.
Mayor Huang Da was certain of winning. But he was extremely curious, like a hundred claws scratching his heart, eager to know what would happen if Xue Xiang waited for two minutes.
He didn't believe that two minutes could change anything. After all, this was the tone set by Secretary Cai, and no one in Shu could overturn it!
Time passed by minute by second, and the Standing Committee, which was rare, began a long silence. Many people even stared at their wrists, watching the long and slender ticking second hand, like the dancing skirt of the goddess of time. , spinning around in circles, taking away time that is rarely noticed and cherished by others.
One minute and thirty-seven seconds passed before the door rang twice.
This small knock on the door was like a giant swinging hammer hitting everyone's heart. Before Gu Ximing could open the door, Dejiang's deputy mayor Lu Zhenyu pushed the door open and said with all his face, "Report to Secretary Zhou, great news. Great news..."
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A money turtle, bronze in color, with a dragon head and turtle body, carrying a small turtle on its back, with dozens of copper coins at its feet. Each mouthful of copper coins may be written to attract wealth, or to make people prosperous, or to be trusted by political leaders and people. In short, , all engraved with four auspicious words.
The money turtle is placed on a dark red table, with the dragon's head facing the main door. Inadvertently, it can make people feel that the owner here is seeking good luck and avoiding evil.
Ordinarily, such ornaments are not suitable to be displayed in a grand manner. Putting them in the No. 1 office of the Provincial Party Committee Organization Department will inevitably make people suspicious and gossip about them.
But the owner here, Xiang Wentian, didn't shy away from it. At this moment, he was holding a bright yellow silk cloth and gently wiping the body of the turtle. He always did this task several times a day. It seemed that if he didn't do this, he would feel uncomfortable in his heart.
Tranquility has lasted for so long that the bronze color of the money has been polished to a dark and shiny color.
Xia Yunda knew that the chief was thinking about the problem again, so he became more careful in cleaning, tidying up the table, and making tea and refilling water.
Xia Yunda silently calculated in his mind that this was the sixth time the chief had wiped it today. In the past, the chief would wipe it three times at most. Occasionally, when he was in a good mood, he would only come in early in the morning and wipe it once.
But now, it's only half past two in the afternoon, and there are still three or four hours before the chief goes home. It has already been wiped for the sixth time, which is enough to prove how troubled the chief is.
Thinking about it carefully, Xia Yunda couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The chief did have a reason to be in trouble. At the moment, Dejiang's matter was making a big fuss, and the provincial party committee level was also gradually raising weapons.
There has never been an administrative office in central Sichuan like Dejiang today. A mere investment promotion can trigger a political trend at the provincial party committee level.
But having said that, it is impossible for other administrative offices to be like Dejiang, where there are only two outstanding yamen in one pile, and they are competing with each other.
Today, the leader is caught between Cai and Chiang, and is in a dilemma.
Originally, the political situation in central Sichuan was firmly under the control of Secretary Cai, but somehow, with the turmoil in Dejiang, the provincial party committee level gradually became turbulent. Unknowingly, governor Jiang had gathered around him.
With such a huge power, it seems that he really has the strength to compete with Secretary Cai.
This is probably the halo of the yamen, it is so easy and it is a huge help.
"Chief, you have tea."
Xia Yunda looked at his watch and saw that Xiang Wentian's wiping had lasted for more than five minutes. He was afraid that he would have to think about it for a long time, so he brought tea and interrupted Xiang Wentian's worries.
Xiang Wentian took the fragrant Biluochun and took a sip of the warm tea. The tea molecules jumped from the coating of his tongue and slid into his throat. He immediately felt warm in his belly. He felt much better instantly and his eyes wandered forward.
Outside the window, he seemed to be deep in thought for a long time, and suddenly said: "Yunda, tell me, did the things I asked you to carry last time really get into the hands of the chief?"
Xia Yunda felt suffocated, and then secretly smiled bitterly, no matter how great the leader is, he is still an ordinary person!
"It must have arrived. After all, our Wuliang puree is famous all over the country. Recently, it has gradually become less famous. Although it is not worth a few dollars, it is still a rare thing. Anyone who takes it out to entertain such distinguished guests will do their best.
If you get it on the table, the chief will definitely treasure it."
Xia Yunda answered the same answer more than three times.
"That's all, that's all."
Xiang Wentian let out a long sigh, put down the tea cup, returned to his seat, took off the key hanging from his waist, opened the drawer on the left side of the desk, took out a document, and picked out a small green notebook, opened the title page, and there was
A string of numbers and a name were exposed, and it was easy to tell that the number was a phone number. As for the name, it was also an ordinary, ordinary three-character "Jiang Chaotian."
Xiang Wentian stretched out his hand to grab the phone, then suddenly pulled it back. He repeated this process several times, but still couldn't make up his mind.
Xia Yunda looked on and was secretly anxious, but he also understood Xiang Wentian's caution.
Because many times, contact is better than no contact, and passive contact is better than active contact, especially when the identity and status of the person you want to contact are very different.
Just as Xiang Wentian tried this several times, ding ding ding ding, the phone rang first. Xiang Wentian quickly picked up the phone and said in a cold voice, "I'm Xiang Wentian, what can I do?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a gentle male voice came from the phone: "Hello, Minister Wentian, I am Jiang Chaotian."
With a bang, Xiang Wentian stood up from his seat: "What? You, you are Comrade Jiang Chaotian, oh, Comrade Chaotian, hello, hello."
Xiang Wenzhen was so surprised that Li Shangyin's phrase "the mind has a clear understanding" can't be used to describe this situation.
He was planning to call Jiang Chaotian, but Jiang Chaotian's phone call came unexpectedly.
"Hello, hello, Minister Wentian, I'm sorry. I just happened to look through the visit records and found out that you sent someone here. I'm really sorry that it took me so long to call you back."
Jiang Chaotian's voice was enthusiastic and without any pretense, which made Xiang Wentian's heart heat up when he heard it: "Where are you, I took the liberty to visit you, I'm the one who interrupted you. Is Chief Geyang's health okay? We said goodbye to the party school. We haven't seen each other for almost five years."
Yes, Chief Geyang’s profound knowledge, voice and smile always appear in my mind!”
It turned out that Xiang Wentian had just asked Xia Yunda if the chief had received that thing. That thing was the specialty of Yibin in the middle of Sichuan, five grain puree, and the chief was none other than Jiang Chaotian's father, Comrade Ge Yang.
In the early years, when Xiang Wentian was studying in the Party School, Comrade Geyang taught them the theoretical course "Leadership Thought". From this foundation, the two had a teacher-student relationship.
Of course, this kind of teacher-student friendship depends entirely on the common will between superiors and subordinates.
If the superior believes that the subordinate is destined to have a great future, and the subordinate is willing to move closer to the superior, and the relationship is consensual, the teacher-student relationship will most likely be recognized.
If the subordinates simply want to climb high, it will probably be difficult. After all, party schools teach, and there are often hundreds of people attending. If the teacher-student relationship really comes down to it, it will be ruined.
That kind of teacher-student relationship is worthless.
But the fact that substitute teachers are available makes it easier for interested people to find a way.
If there is a connection, there is room for involvement.
Earlier, Xiang Wentian didn't want to take the path of Comrade Ge Yang. After all, the opportunity was really immature. If he acted rashly, the situation would be ruined.
After Xue moved to Xia Dejiang, the situation at the provincial level was also in turmoil.
Jiang Shengtian, the number one in the government, is ambitious and ready to go. Seeing that the dominance of Cai Xingtian's family at the provincial party committee level is about to be broken, Xiang Wentian's mind will inevitably become active.
Speaking of which, there were many central leaders who had taught him courses at the party school, and many of them had great prospects. There was a reason why Xiang Wentian specifically chose Comrade Na Geyang as his mentor and teacher.