Dai Yubin raised his head, tears streaming down his face.
Xue Xiang hurriedly grabbed a roll of paper and stuffed it into his arms, "You kid, you are such a big man, how can you look like a woman? You are crying, wipe it up quickly, what are you thinking about? I will teach you some experience and let you grow up.
It’s just a lesson, and I didn’t say I’d drive you away. Besides, you’re not my personal belongings, how can I still control you for the rest of my life? Sooner or later we’ll have to separate! Don’t think too much, work hard, and sooner or later you will become something great. In addition,
You must have clearly remembered what I just said. Don't think of complicated people as simple. No one is a fool."
Xue Laosan had just finished speaking. There were two knocks on the door of the office. Xu Weiguo, Secretary General of the Municipal Party Committee, wearing a woolen coat, stood gracefully outside the door and said with a smile: "Mayor Xue, at nine o'clock in the morning
Half, in conference room No. 1, Secretary Cao is presiding over a meeting of the Municipal Party Committee Standing Committee to discuss the preparatory work for Yunjin Cinema and some briefings on personnel arrangements. Please attend the meeting on time."
Xu Weiguofang left, and Dai Yubin, who wiped away his tears, stared at a pair of red eyes and said, "Chief, I bet that this meeting is for Director Jiang. When we got together yesterday, Director Jiang already said,
Secretary Cao has criticized him twice in a row, focusing on his mistakes, and asked him to make a public review at the city's economic work conference later. Now he is eager to convene a standing committee meeting to discuss personnel issues, making it clear that he wants to fight quickly.
A quick decision will catch us off guard, but at yesterday's party, Secretary Qi and Mayor Xie already communicated and took precautions. It will not be easy for Secretary Cao to succeed."
At this juncture, Dai Yubin no longer bothered to persuade Xue Xiang to give up the idea of leaving Dejiang, because this battle was crucial at the moment, and if it failed, Xue Xiang would not be able to make a comeback even if he still stayed in Dejiang.
This is what happens in the field of power. When everything comes, the world and the earth have the same force. When time goes, heroes are not free.
If there is a general trend at hand, even if the wind is strong and the waves are high, everything will be smooth sailing. On the contrary, if the general trend is gone and thousands of troops are piled up, they will definitely be defeated in one blow.
At the moment, Secretary Cao seems to be attacking Jiang Fangping. In fact, he is trying to undermine his own leader's power.
It is said that if a municipal party committee secretary has the power of personnel, he can basically influence the political situation of a locality. If he controls the financial power, he will be able to follow the law and be very powerful.
But there was an exception in Dejiang. Now Cao Li has control over personnel power and financial power, but he has not yet taken control of Dejiang's political situation.
The reason is simply that Xue Xiang's continuous victory has created a general trend. This general trend has attracted the minds and morale of the people in Dejiang's political arena, and defended Xue Xiang's periphery, forming a powerful power.
The field is fighting against the authority in Cao Li's hands.
But once Cao Dashu succeeds and successfully captures Jiang Fangping this time, the general trend controlled by Xue Xiang will naturally fall apart.
The subsequent results will be known without asking.
After Dai Yubin finished speaking, Xue Xiang smiled and said: "Since you have already discussed it, why are you still telling me what to do? I will just wait and watch the show. I am sure that the play directed by you and Director Jiang Da will not disappoint me.
I believe in your abilities!"
With that said, Xue Laosan walked towards the door.
Xue Xiangfang went out, and Dai Yubin chased him out, shouting: "Chief, go to the left of Conference Room 1."
Dai Yubin almost thought that his leader was so angry that he even changed the direction of the conference room.
Clinker, Xue Xiang continued to move forward without looking back, raised his hand and said: "I'm going to the mailroom, I have my mail."
Dai Yubin was very puzzled. How often did he care about the mail? Then, he had doubts. Didn't he usually get the mail on his behalf? What happened this time?
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After seeing off Xu Weiguo who had come to inform the meeting, Huang Siwen went back to the bookshelf, took out a roll of wide white paper from a short grid, walked to the edge of the desk, spread the paper, and took it from the side cabinet under the desk.
I took out a small green box, opened it, and found the Four Treasures of the Study lying neatly inside.
Huang Siwen first spread out the wide white paper on the long desk, weighted it with a paperweight, then rolled up his sleeves, poured water into the exquisite inkstone, grinded the ink, picked up a wolf hair on the pen holder,
Stained with ink, I started writing on the wide white paper.
He was very careful when writing. A brush seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds in his hand.
The writing stroke was slow, neither fast nor slow, neither urgent nor slow. After about twenty minutes, only about twenty words were written on the wide white paper. If you look closely, you can see that the twenty or so words have different structures.
They are the same, but the writing styles are different, either slanted or lying down, crooked or upright, or in regular script, or in running script, or in cursive script. Each character has its own characteristics, with different form and meaning. However, those who are good at calligraphy will see that there are many
I was shocked to find out that these twenty characters were all the same Chinese character, Jing!
Huang Siwen's performance is like that of Wang Xizhi's book "Zhi" in the past. There are a hundred "Zhi" characters, each of which is different.
"Okay, okay, I never thought that Mayor Siwen is actually a great calligrapher who hides his secrets. Rice paper from the Qing Dynasty, famous inkstones from Shezhou, and wolf hair from the Western Regions are all good things. What's even more rare is that this stroke of
The word Miao really doesn't disgrace this study. Tsk tsk, these twenty words for 'quiet' are comparable to those of the calligraphers of the past."
At some point, Qiu Yue approached the desk.
However, at the sound of Qiu Yuejin's words, Huang Siwen's pen trembled, and the last hook of the twenty-first word "quiet" suddenly slanted and crossed out far away, creating a beautiful "Book of Quiet".
Just destroy it.
Huang Siwen put down the wolf hair and glanced at Qiu Yuejin with annoyance, feeling extremely bored in his heart.
It was not because a good book was interrupted by Qiu Yuejin that it was ruined.
After all, the office has never been a suitable place to practice writing.
He, Huang Siwen, had just meditated on the book in order to refresh his mind, calm his soul, and accumulate the final spiritual strength for the upcoming event.
Originally, twenty quiet words were written down, but his thoughts, which had been disturbed by the sudden announcement of Xu Weiguo's arrival, had slowly settled down and remained calm.
He thought he had reached a level of cultivation that was enough to meet the upcoming challenges.
But Qiu Yuejin suddenly broke in and with one word, his writing suddenly stopped.
From this point of view, he is still not at the level of Mr. Huang. If he has really reached the lofty state of the ancient calligrapher's mind, where there is nothing outside, how could there be sudden setbacks due to Qiu Yuejin's sudden intrusion?
Qiu Yuejin smiled and said, "Mayor Siwen, although practicing calligraphy is a more elegant thing, it can cultivate one's moral character and cultivate one's sentiments, but for those of us who are officials, we still rarely practice calligraphy well. I have heard such a saying that calligraphy
The origin of calligraphy is that the literati and officials in ancient times, who were not successful in their official careers and had no other hobbies, began to work hard on various documents. Just like this, you practice calligraphy, I practice calligraphy, and the culture of calligraphy will be the same.
was born."
"I also heard that there are people who have done statistical research. In a unit, the more frustrated people are, the better their handwriting will be. Why? Because they have a lot of free time and have nowhere to spend it. They don't practice.
Calligraphy, what can you do? From this perspective, practicing calligraphy embodies a decadent thought of us officials. So, you might as well not practice this calligraphy in the future. Work harder and strive to improve.
Come on, and besides, judging from the current situation, I'm afraid you, Mayor Siwen, will be too busy in the future, so you won't have time to practice calligraphy."
Huang Siwen said, "Yuejin, although your words are strong words, there are still some meanings. My calligraphy is really a hobby I picked up when I was doing odd jobs in the provincial party committee office earlier. Since calligraphy is not suitable for me,
, then I will still be my official in a down-to-earth manner."
As he spoke, Huang Siwen kneaded the rice paper filled with the word Jing into a ball, threw it into the wastebasket, took the teapot on the table, and led Qiu Yuejin to sit on the sofa in the reception area, "What? Yuejin
,Are you also attending this meeting?"
Today's Qiu Yuejin is no better than in the past. Although his ambitions in Yunjin cannot be extended, because he received two cold blows from Xue Laosan last time, Qiu Yuejin was heartbroken, but he no longer dared to be careless, but followed the rules.
Stick to Yunjin honestly, and at least make a qualified rubber stamp to prevent Xue Laosan from seizing on the mistakes and making further mistakes.
Therefore, unless there is an emergency, Secretary Qiu Shanshan would not dare to leave the jurisdiction again.
This time, seeing Qiu Yuejin's arrival, and thinking of the upcoming Standing Committee meeting notified by Xu Weiguo, Huang Siwen could not have guessed that Qiu Yameni's arrival was probably related to the Standing Committee meeting.
Although Qiu Yameni is only a division-level cadre and is not qualified to participate in the Standing Committee meeting, when it comes to issues related to Yunjin Cinemas, it is logical that the Municipal Party Committee No. 1 should invite Qiu Yuejin, Yunjin Secretary, to attend as a non-voting delegate in order to understand the situation at any time.
Sure enough, Qiu Yuejin smiled and said: "Look what you said, Secretary Cao is going to make great plans and determine the fate of the world, how can he go without me?"
"Exhibit great ambitions and determine the world?"
Huang Siwen chewed these two words silently, a trace of worry flashed between his eyebrows.
Qiu Yuejin accurately captured Huang Siwen's emotional changes and asked with a smile: "What? Mayor Siwen, you seem to be a little less confident."
Huang Siwen glanced at Qiu Yuejin and said, "Yuejin, don't talk about me. Are you so confident in your heart?"
Indeed, Huang Siwen felt a little lacking in confidence. Even if Cao Li had the upper hand and had the veto power of the Municipal Party Committee Secretary, it was already a win-win situation. No matter from which perspective, this battle was definitely won.
, but somehow, Huang Siwen still had no idea in his heart, and wisps of haze flashed from time to time, shaking his thoughts.
It was precisely because of the difficulty in calming down his worries and the ups and downs of his heart that he was not afraid that the turbulent emotions would confuse his mind. Huang Siwen had no choice but to spread out paper and ink in this office and practice his mind with his pen. (To be continued...)