When Chu Heng and the others were walking downstairs, they suddenly heard a giggle coming from beside them that would have sounded like someone with no history of mental illness for twenty years. This startled him and Geng Quanhai, and they hurriedly turned to look at Huang Mingfeng.
Seeing this guy grinning happily, Chu Heng asked curiously: "What's wrong with you?"
"It's okay, I just thought of something happy." Huang Mingfeng waved his hands hurriedly, but he was still grinning. In fact, he wanted to appear calmer, but when he thought that he might be the deputy director, he grinned.
The corners of his mouth couldn't close.
"I thought you were sick!"
Chu Heng rolled his eyes at him speechlessly before continuing to walk downstairs.
Not long after.
The three of them arrived at the large conference room, which was leaking from all directions. At this time, all the employees in the office had arrived and were sitting shivering on chairs, waiting for the arrival of Chu Heng, the rightful owner.
Seeing him finally coming in, everyone turned their eyes over in unison. Looking at that young and handsome face, everyone had different expressions and started talking in low voices.
Some people are envious, some are jealous, and some are happy for him.
Chu Heng looked at the noisy room, his brows furrowed slightly, and then he glanced at Huang Mingfeng. The other party immediately understood, and quickly got on the podium and shouted a few times before everyone calmed down, and then he
He acted as host again, explained the purpose of today's meeting, and invited Geng Quanhai up.
"Hello, comrades, let me introduce myself first. My name is Geng Quanhai. I currently serve as the director of the Discipline Inspection Office of the Forty-Nine City Grain Bureau. I am here today. I was entrusted by the party organization of the bureau to preside over the announcement about Comrade Chu Heng.
Appointment decision meeting.”
After making some opening remarks, Geng Quanhai took out a manuscript amidst roaring applause. After it became quiet for a while, he lowered his head and read from the script: "Comrade Kant has been transferred from the Sixth District due to his outstanding performance since taking office.
Grain Management Office, was promoted to the position of deputy director of the Retired Cadres Management Office of the Grain Bureau in Sijiucheng..."
Listening to his emotionless reading, Gan Pingjiang and Ding Antai, the two newly transferred deputy directors who had been eyeing Kant's position, were sitting in the audience. Their faces turned blue and white, and they felt angry in their hearts.
Ah, I wish I could pounce on Chu Heng and bite him to death.
They have been busy jumping up and down for this director position for so long, and finally they were about to knock Kant down. This guy suddenly fell from the sky and snatched away the fruits of victory that they were about to get. Who can bear it?
Unfortunately, the matter is now a foregone conclusion, and Chu Heng's terrifying strength and background make them feel deeply powerless, so now they can only grit their teeth and swallow it.
What else could happen?
Is it still like dealing with Kant, looking for accusations to pin on Chu Heng’s head?
What a joke!
My second uncle is the head of the Grain Bureau. If you want to move him, you have to get rid of Chu Jianshe first. With their little tricks, trying to get rid of Chu Jianshe is nothing more than a dream.
So they can only hold it in and behave with their tail between their legs.
After all, this second generation ancestor is quite ruthless!
The two looked at each other with a wry smile, took out cigarettes and gave each other one...
Just like that, half an hour passed quickly.
Geng Quanhai finished reading his manuscript, and Chu Heng also completed his acceptance speech. Then he waved his hand and announced the adjournment of the meeting, and he, Gan Pingjiang and Ding Antai accompanied Geng Quanhai and walked out of the cold conference room first.
A few people chatted all the way and soon arrived at the bottom of the small building.
Geng Quanhai stopped and said with a smile: "Okay, you're done here, I have to go back to the bureau."
"What's the rush? Let's have some tea before we leave." Chu Heng politely persuaded him.
"Yes, Director Geng, don't leave in a hurry. We still want to ask for your guidance in the work." Ding Antai's face was gentle, and there was no trace of any resentment in his heart.
Gan Pingjiang was much worse than him, his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he stood beside him without saying a word.
"There will be a chance next time. Please stay and don't give it away."
Geng Quanhai glanced at Gan Pingjiang and understood him, so he didn't take it seriously. He waved to them and turned to the carport to pick up his bicycle and prepare to leave.
But when he said this, Chu Heng and the others couldn't do it, and they didn't give up until they sent him out of the gate of the grain management station.
After the three of them watched Geng Quanhai go away, Gan Pingjiang really didn't want to face Chu Heng, so he left without saying a word.
"You guys talk, I have work to do there."
Looking at him leaving in a hurry, Ding Antai curled his lips secretly and cursed in his heart, "You are a reckless man who only knows how to kill!"
Then, with a careful look on his face, he accompanied Chu Heng while chatting and walking back.
After waiting upstairs, the two separated, and Chu Heng turned back to his office.
Looking at the house that was still so dilapidated and shabby, that is, it was a little more spacious than before, he didn't feel that it was that good, so he just went to the sofa and sat down, drinking the food he had soaked in before.
The pot of tea that had cooled down was poured out, and another pot of tea was brewed.
As soon as the tea was brewed, Publicity Section Chief Huang Mingfeng and Transportation Section Chief Su Chen arrived hand in hand.
"Chu Suo!"
"Here, it's just right. Let's have a taste of the freshly brewed tea."
Chu Heng beckoned the two of them to sit next to him, and was about to pour them a cup of tea. Su Chen picked up the teapot first, poured three cups of tea out, and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you in a while, Chu Heng."
Heng’s style is even better.”
"You, Old Su, are getting fatter and fatter, aren't you!" Chu Heng patted his big belly and said, "You are almost 200 pounds, right? It's time to lose weight. If you continue to gain weight, be careful of what kind of disease you may get.
"
"Two hundred and five." Su Chen smiled bitterly and rubbed his soft belly: "My blood pressure is high now, over 170. I also want to lose weight, but now I gain weight even if I drink cold water! It makes me worried.
It’s killing me.”
"It's normal for you to have high blood pressure if you're fat." Huang Mingfeng stretched out his skinny arms and sighed: "I've become so thin and my blood pressure is still over 150. Who am I to reason with you?"
"You shouldn't be doing this? Find a good doctor quickly and find out what's going on."
"I looked at it and said it was hereditary, but no one in my family has high blood pressure."
"Then... Lao Huang, are your neighbors tall?"
"No, Chu Suo, what do you mean by this?"
"It's not interesting, I'm just asking casually, don't think too much about it."
"Can I not think too much... Don't tell me, one of my mother's colleagues died of cerebral hemorrhage last month. Do you think it is a coincidence?"
"...Maybe."
Middle-aged men are like this. When they get together, they basically talk about their bodies, but sometimes it's about women and sometimes about themselves.
Unfortunately, Chu Heng didn't have much sympathy with them on this point. Apart from a slight lumbar muscle strain, he was in great health, so after chatting in a playful way for a while, he got down to business.
"I called you here today for no other reason than to ask you two, do you have any ideas about the position of deputy director I have vacated?"
After hearing his words, Huang Mingfeng sat up excitedly knowing that he had guessed correctly.
