I'm asking for recommendations and monthly votes, please. No recommendation, no publicity. I'm really tired of persevering. Please help me if you can. I'm only a few hundred short of a monthly vote before I'm on the list. I think back then I was able to earn a thousand and two dollars a day.
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"Brother Xue, what was Mr. Zhenhua's secret just now?" Geng Fulin stood up, his voice trembling.
Xue Xiang smiled and said: "No, an old friend from Beijing."
Before Geng Fulin could ask more questions, the phone rang again. Xue Xiang picked up the phone, and the hoarse voice of Xu Zigan came from the receiver: "Why, did you know about the call today? Could it be that I can't bear it down there, and I'm afraid of suffering?"
Deserter, I tell you, there is no way unless..."
Xue Xiang was speechless and had no time to speak. The other side of the phone was firing like a machine gun, one sentence after another, speaking in a hurry and impatiently. For fear of damaging his eardrums, Xue Xiang quickly took the receiver away and held it so far away that it seemed like a hail of bullets.
"After finishing the lighting, he finally lowered his voice: "Where's Xiao Shi? Ask her to come over and talk to me. I don't want to listen to all your nonsense." It turned out that he was thinking of talking to the little guy. No wonder he changed his tone.
"Unfortunately, Xiaoshi went to Lingnan Province. If you want to talk to her now, I have a phone number in Lingnan. If it's not urgent, she will be back in half a month."
Xiang also has to be gentle and provide attentive service.
"Forget it, let's talk about it again when we get back, little baby. What should I do if you let me run around here and there? If you don't get used to it..." Xu Zigan muttered a few words and finally got to the point: "Say, I know your kid is a night owl when he enters the house - nothing
It won't come soon, but let's talk it over first. If you want me to transfer you back, we won't have to talk about it."
Xue Xiang was amused. Xu Ziqian really used him as a child to fool his organizational connections. He had already moved to Chengtian County and was not under the control of the Central Organization Department. Even if he, Chief Xu, had a high position, he could not be transferred with just one sentence. Of course
, finally got to the point, Xue Xiang doesn’t know how to be confused
You, hurriedly said: "Don't worry, I'm feeling comfortable down there. For a moment, I really didn't think what was going on in Sijiu City. Director Zhao Guodong from Jingkou area may have some ideological work that he wants to report to you."
, I will ask him to give you a call when you are free."
As soon as Xue Xiang finished speaking, he heard a snapping sound over there, like the sound of a hand slapping on the table, and then heard Xu Zigan scolding: "I know you must be up to no good. At such a young age, you don't want to work hard all day long."
I know that you, a small team leader in the camp, don’t think about how to manage production, and you are so crazy all day long that you actually worry about the director of the local revolutionary committee.
Tell me, this is the Organization Department of the Central Committee, not the Organization Department of the Provincial Party Committee. What kind of work do you report to me? Also, a few days ago, I heard from Comrade Zhenhua that I met you in a hotel in Jianghan Provincial City. You said that you were a kid.
What the hell is going on down there? Could it be that Jianghan Province, the head of the Organization Department of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China, arranged for you, a little production captain, to attend the reception..."
Xue Xiang was already used to Xu Ziqian's verbal sparring, so he simply moved the receiver far away and gestured to Geng Fulin to sit down. Geng Fulin was stunned by what he heard and wanted to put his ear closer to the receiver.
Where can I go to deal with Xue Xiang's problems?
Maybe Xu Zigan was tired of his stand-up comedy, and his voice gradually became softer: "Okay, I have a meeting later, so I won't bore you with it. You guys, please give me a call if you have nothing to do in the future. By the way, Xiao Shi is back.
Yeah, be sure to ask her to give me a call..."
While Xu Ziqian was talking, he was about to hang up the phone. Xue Xiang became anxious: "What about my business?"
"I'm free at 8:30 tonight, so I won't do it next time." There was a snap, and the phone was hung up, followed by a "beep, beep, beep" busy tone.
Xue Xiang shook his head and smiled bitterly. He looked up and saw that Geng Fulin was taking big breaths and exhaling, as if he was regulating his breathing. Geng Fulin was shocked and worried at the moment. He was so surprised that the person opposite was actually a senior member of the Organization Department of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China, but it was over there that he was worried.
The phone call just kept scolding, fearing that the matter of helping would be ruined. But in the end, there would be a twist and turn. Such twists and turns, how could it not make Geng Fulin palpitate?
Xue Xiang dragged Geng Fulin to sit down and dialed Zhao Guodong's number again.
"Hello, who's there?" Zhao Guodong's voice was lazy and a little impatient.
"Director Zhao, hello, it's me, Xue Xiang."
"Oh, hello, Comrade Xue Xiang, what's the matter?"
"It's not a big deal. Vice Minister Xu Ziqian from the Organization Department of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China said he would be free at 8:30 in the evening. If you are interested, you can give him a call then."
After Xue Xiang finished speaking, there was still no sound from the other side.
"Hey, hey, hey, Director Zhao, are you still there?"
"Here, Brother Xue, isn't this a curse? Director Zhao, does he have a problem with you, Brother Zhao? There was someone on my side just now, and he was kicked away by me. Could it be that there is someone on your side, Mr. Zhao?"
You can’t even scream, brother?”
Xue Xiang sneered in his heart, but responded enthusiastically. The two chatted and laughed for a few more words. Xue Xiang found that Zhao Guodong's every word was trembling, and knew that he was distracted. After informing Xu Zigan of the phone, he cooperated with Zhao Guodong tacitly.
ended the call
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"Old Zhao, what's wrong with you? Why are you trembling all the time? It's not cold even in this summer." Zhao Guodong's wife is in her early forties, but she is a well-maintained young woman with fair skin.
Putting down the bowl and chopsticks, he looked at Zhao Guodong who was leaning on the sofa with a worried look on his face.
Mrs. Zhao was really curious about the call she just received: Zhao couldn't help but frown at first when he answered the call, and then gestured to silence himself and his son who were eating. Then he jotted down the number and hung up the phone with a smile on his face.
He started to tremble with his lips again, even acting is not that good.
Hearing his wife's call, Zhao Guodong seemed to wake up suddenly. He stood up without saying a word. He turned around and went into the room. He took out an old gray notebook. Zhao Liang, who was eating, saw the notebook and suddenly took the piece of paper he was chewing in his mouth.
After swallowing the braised pork, he sneered: "Dad, I'm making you old again."
The things have been moved out. I haven’t seen you in some days. What’s the matter? Which big shot are you looking for today? I said, is it useful for you to be busy here and there? The provincial and central officials will remember you when they see you.
I've read a lot, but I haven't seen anyone you can talk to for a word or two, so I think it's better to save it."
"You little bastard, eating meat can't stop your mouth? How dare you mock your father? You don't have to be busy all day long, how can your kid eat meat? You can only dream about it." Zhao Guodong cursed without raising his head.
The movement on the page was very fast, and finally he turned to a certain page and settled down, mouthing
Li muttered: "Xu Ziqian, fifty years old, currently deputy director of the Organization Department of the Central Committee, a military cadre, is of medium height, with a lean face. Judging from his personality, he is fiery and tough; judging from his clothes, he likes hardship and simplicity; his speech is short, judged
Be concise when talking to him..."
If Xue Xiang saw Zhao Guodong's notebook, he would definitely be shocked. It is densely packed and divided into categories, recording the positions, appearance, clothing, and characteristics of daily speeches of important officials in major departments of the central government.
, and also made annotations. This is not a notebook. It is simply a promotion chart.
"Old Zhao, Old Zhao, don't watch it. Watch it again after eating. I'm nagging you all day long. I don't blame Xiaoliang for saying nice things to you." Mrs. Zhao was busy clearing away the dishes. She also made an appointment to play bridge in the afternoon, so she couldn't delay.
Then he hit the dishes with his chopsticks, and Zhao Liang responded accordingly. For a moment, the room was filled with clinking sounds.
Zhao Guodong stared at the page recording Xu Ziqian. The more he read, the happier he became. His face was full of spring breeze. He ignored the two people's troubles and said with a smile: "I haven't heard anyone say, 'You will be poor for three years after knocking on a bowl.' Don't knock it." He also used a Peking Opera accent.
, sang: "I'm here to eat, I've got a great appetite."
Zhao Liang smiled and said: "Dad, you are a party member. Why do you still believe this? Judging from your expression, you must be promoted. Tell me and my mother quickly. It has only been two years since you became the top leader in Jingkou.
Ah, if you want to be promoted again, you have to go to the province. Isn’t it too fast?”
Mrs. Zhao quickly put down her bowls and chopsticks and stared at Zhao Guodong with stern eyes. Suddenly, Zhao Guodong hit Zhao Liang with his chopsticks and cursed: "You little bastard, if you don't say something nice all day long, how can anyone who dislikes being promoted so quickly shut up? Hurry up and give it to me."
Eat, after dinner, practice your Mandarin with me."
"Practice Mandarin" Zhao's mother and son both asked, their eyes filled with astonishment.
Zhao Guodong's eyebrows were beaming and he hummed: "I'm going to have a phone call with an important leader tonight, how can I get away with such a big joke?"
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"Haha, Director Zhao is very busy." Seeing Xue Xiang put down the phone, Geng Fulin asked softly. Xue Xiang didn't mention anything about him on the phone before. He was a little worried.
Xue Xiang smiled and continued: "Well, I am very busy. I went to call just now. Director Zhao seemed to be talking about work with someone. But don't worry, Brother Geng. I have just communicated with Director Zhao. Next time, you
Go with Brother Chen again, he will definitely be free."
Xue Xiang responded to Geng Fulin, but in his heart he was still guessing how Zhao Guodong's face had changed color during the phone call. He really couldn't believe that a person could change his tone of voice and address in such a short period of time.
I'm afraid only the most famous among the officials have this ability.
"Hey, brother Xue, don't say anything anymore. Let's see how I behave in the future." Geng Fulin stood up and grabbed Xue Xiang's hands, his face full of emotion. He knew that he owed Xue Xiang this time, and he owed him a lot. For
Xue Xiang even knows everything about his own affairs.
Xue Xiang held Geng Fulin's hand behind his back and shook it, smiling without saying anything.
After getting down to business, Geng Fulin said he wanted to go to the legendary pig factory.
I really didn't expect that, no
Come to think of it, who knew that you would make such a big fuss in this ravine? It is said outside that you have raised a lot of pigs in the village. I thought there were only a few hundred pigs, but who knew you were going through so much trouble?