Just when Cao Xiaobao was sighing about his bad luck, Xue Xiang picked up the ****** again: "You can still laugh, look at this, this is the account book of Comrade Wang Dajun's family, how many pounds of salt and how much vinegar are on it?
, I won’t read it anymore. Let’s not talk about the typos and nonsense in it. How could someone’s account appear in the Propaganda Department’s documents?
This book is enough to be included in the Record of Weird Stories and Weird Anecdotes. Comrade Wang Dajun, tell me. When you handed me your account book, do you want to report the difficulties in life to the organization and ask for help? However, I think you
There are quite a lot of chickens, ducks, and fish in this account, and we offer toothpastes every now and then, so our living standards are very high."
Wang Dajun is also one of the four unlucky guys. When Xue Xiang talked about Cao Xiaobao earlier, he was the happiest. The reason is that the circle composed of the four of them is also full of contradictions, and they are all very clingy. Zhang Jinsong, Cao Xiaobao and
He was the most unwilling to deal with it. Little did he know that before the laughter stopped, bad luck befell him again.
At this moment, Wang Dajun was simply frightened to death. On that day, Zhang Jinsong said that he would fill Xue Xiang with a sea of Wenshan paper to make him retreat. Wang Dajun desperately searched for the documents. In order to be greedy for more, he was so anxious that he took his own documents.
account
Ben was caught in it. Wang Dajun, like most of the heads of the family at that time, had a problem with keeping accounts after spending too much time scratching the ropes. Whether it was needles, threads, or buying meat as gifts, everything was done one by one.
record.
Ordinarily, it is just a household account book, so Wang Dajun does not need to be so panicked, but this guy is a crazy bookkeeper on weekdays, writing down all the big money and small things in it. Originally, he was a small-level cadre, and no one gave him any money.
He gave gifts, but he couldn't help but give gifts to others, and the person he gave gifts to was sitting here. It was Zhang Jinsong.
Of course, what Wang Dajun gave was not a great gift, just two pig heads. And it was the two pig heads from a few months ago that made him the head of the material department. At this time, the official conduct and public morale in general
Extremely upright, extremely sensitive to giving gifts and accepting bribes, and materials are in short supply nowadays. Especially meat products. If these two pig heads are placed in the hands of a caring person, they can really cause trouble.
At this time, Wang Dajun sometimes glanced at Xue Xiang tremblingly, sometimes secretly glanced at Zhang Jinsong, his mind was in a mess.
Zhang Jinsong was sitting calmly. Even if Xue Xiang pointed out some flaws in the document, he did not believe that Xue Xiang could read all the more than ten kilograms of documents. Besides, Xue Xiang had previously criticized the entire propaganda.
The department's style of work is lax. Isn't this a disguised form of pushing "people's support" to one's own side, thinking that victory is within reach?
But at this moment, Wang Dajun's sneaky eyes glanced at him, and Zhang Jinsong suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He knew Wang Dajun too well. He was a tough-talking guy until death. He valued promotion more than his life. He showed this at this moment.
There are only two kinds of expressions,
One is that Xue Xiang got hold of tangible evidence, and it was related to his official position. But Xue Xiang just mocked him for handing in the family account book as a document, nothing else. No, no, family account book, two
Pig head, broken, broken...
Zhang Jinsong understood the twists and turns in an instant. His color suddenly changed, and he glanced at Xue Xiang from the corner of his eye. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that the arc at the corner of his mouth was a bit unpredictable.
To say that Xue Xiang really discovered the secrets between Zhang Jinsong and Wang Dajun from the account books, in fact, it is not to blame that Xue Xiang has a dark mind and likes to pry into people's secrets. It is actually because Wang Dajun remembers the accounts so clearly that at that time
,Xue Xiangyi opened the
, I just thought I had seen the accounting statements. This guy recorded the accounts by categories, uses, expenses, and who to send them to. He even listed them in a table. After Xue Xianggang took a few glances, he found Zhang Jinsong’s name clearly on the list.
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To be honest, Xue Xiang really didn't think there was anything wrong with giving two pig heads to have a running relationship. He had never thought about using pig heads to manipulate Zhang Jinsong. It was not because he was acting cowardly. It was really not good at all.
There is no need for him. He already has a good plan in mind and can win with a majestic battle, so why use these secrets.
"There are one hundred and twenty-three documents on the desktop. I have read them all carefully. Now I will send them to everyone to see if I made up what I said about the free and loose style of the Propaganda Department."
The pile of documents in front of me was pushed forward. The deputy director of the Propaganda Department sitting next to me
Chief Li Li took it carefully, looked up at the table full of heads, and seemed to be making an estimate. Then he took down three books and placed them in front of his seat. He stood up, picked up the documents, walked around the table, and put a
More than a hundred documents, three to you and four to him.
Zhang Jinsong naturally got a few copies, and he was already panicking. Seeing Xue Xiang's behavior, it was obvious that he had really read through more than a hundred documents in just five days.
With the last bit of luck in his heart, Zhang Jinsong opened the top book and started browsing. This browse killed the last bit of luck. But on dozens of pages of documents, there were no less than a hundred notes made with red and blue pencils.
, useful red
There were typos corrected with a blue pen, and sentences that didn't make sense. If there were only one or two, it could be said that Xue Xiang was bluffing, but these hundreds of bright red small letters and bright blue underlines truly prove that he read thoroughly.
The whole article.
Zhang Jinsong nervously flipped through the remaining three books again, his movements so flustered that the whole table looked at him.
Xue Xiangdao: "Comrades, take a look at these documents and think about it again. Am I wrong to say that everyone has a loose style? As for Comrade Zhang Jinsong saying that I sleep in broad daylight, why do I sleep in broad daylight? If I don't tell you now, I think everyone will
You already understand."
Seeing everyone nodding mechanically, Xue Xiang turned his head and asked Zhang Jinsong: "Comrade Zhang Jinsong, I believe you understand it, right?"
The latter's mind was in a state of confusion at this moment. He was worried that Xue Xiang would expose the two pig heads, and was disappointed that his plan was completely broken by Xue Xiang. How could he still have the mind to listen to what Xue Xiang said.
Xue Xiang ignored Zhang Jinsong and slammed the table: "Our Propaganda Department has a total of thirty-one comrades, but I, the secretary in charge, stayed up for five days and five nights to help you correct typos and clarify sentences! Such efficiency in work!
, this kind of disorganized behavior is fundamentally caused by the original management team, can it be done without changing it, can it be done without adjusting the division of labor?"
Originally, the two points that Xue Shang made clear when he came up - criticizing the Propaganda Department's lax style and adjusting the team's division of labor were originally sequential and related from cause to effect. At this time, he put dozens and hundreds of issues in the Propaganda Department
As soon as the documents were placed on the table, the living evidence was here. No one could find fault with it and could not stop him from adjusting the division of labor among his team.
Everyone was silent as Xue Xiang scolded him! Those with a sense of shame felt that they had gone too far in daily life; those who were old-fashioned thought that they had been like this for more than ten years, and I don't think anyone in the department was doing it.
You are making irresponsible remarks, why do you, Mr. Xue, just say no when you come here?
After thinking about it, no one dared to jump out and touch Xue Xiang's brow at this time. Not seeing the majestic Minister Zhang, he had already killed him at the neck, allowing Secretary Xue to swing the steel knife and chop him down.
"Okay, the work style of the department needs to be rectified, starting with the leading cadres. Now I will arrange the division of labor in the department. Comrade Li Li is in charge of document review and financial declaration; Comrade Qiu Ming is in charge of material review and editing; Wang
Comrade Yan is in charge of logistics support………….”
Xue Xiang took it upon himself to select new leaders for the 20 or 30 people in the Propaganda Department, and these five or six people were all the first six people he asked to move tables without naming them.
At this time, I don’t know how many people gritted their teeth and regretted that they were slow and slow, and I don’t know how many people secretly scolded Xue Xiang for his nepotism...
To say that Xue Xiang really means a little bit of nepotism, of course, this kiss is not a close relative, but a close relative. He is appointing those who are willing to be close to him, Mr. Xue. Of course, Xue Xiang is really doing this.
He has his own reasons
.After all, he has few available people in the Propaganda Department, so he can choose the right people according to their talents. This cannot be decided in a short while. The current important task is to completely bring the Propaganda Department into the fold. Therefore, the most important thing is to be able to use them.
people, not capable people.
Just when those who gained the official position were rejoicing, those who lost the official position were regretful, and those who had lost the official position were upset, Zhang Jinsong slapped away the documents in front of him and stood up: "Xue Xiang, don't go too far, I still
You have no right to dismiss me as the director appointed by the Secretary of the Youth League Committee!"
Originally, Zhang Jinsong had already admitted defeat in his heart, decided to let Xue Xiang get through, and planned to find an opportunity to attack again. Who would have thought that Xue Xiang was so ruthless, and once appointed, he actually knocked the Propaganda Department upside down, how could he suffer?
Come on?
Xue Xiang raised his eyebrows and said slowly: "Comrade Zhang Jinsong, this is a guild held by the Propaganda Department, not a place for you to run wild! Also, who said you were relieved of your duties? Tell me, who did you listen to?"
"This, this..."
Zhang Jinsong was in such a mess that he couldn't tell the truth. Xue Xiang really didn't say it and had no right to dismiss him. But according to Xue Xiang's division of labor arrangements, how is this any different from dismissal? Zhang Jinsong accidentally put his heart into the fire.
I said what I was thinking and made a big mistake.
Xue Xiang slapped the table and said in a cold voice: "What is this? From the beginning of the meeting, you, Comrade Zhang Jinsong, have been jumping up and down. Now, you are talking nonsense again. Is it because you are not in good health or are you absent-minded? If you are not in good health,
OK, I'll give you a few
It's a day off, you have a good rest. If you are absent-minded, then please submit a written review before eight o'clock tomorrow morning! Okay, everyone should go back to their respective positions and work hard. If anyone is not qualified for the job, I can give him a day off and adjourn the meeting.
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After saying that, Xue Xiang went out on his own, completely forgetting that before the meeting, his old man said that he would give everyone a chance to speak freely. In fact, this meeting simply became a talk hall for him, Xue.
, if Zhang Jinsong hadn't grabbed a few words, this meeting might have turned into a briefing.