"Liu Zhifa and Chi Aiqiang, who usually keep silent, did they sleep at home all day yesterday? There is always a phone at home, right? But why can't they be contacted? What's funny is that Mr. Liu's cell phone was stolen by a delicate woman.
Holding it in his hand, his daughter is just thirteen years old and studying at the county experimental middle school. The person answering the phone is even more unlikely to be his wife. How can his wife not recognize Old Man Li's voice?"
Zhao Pufang looked at Jia Chunling who was a little excited, lowered his head and looked at the table, and then said slowly: "I can't control other people, I can only control myself. I know what you said, these things are not mine."
All that can be considered.”
Zhao Pufang raised his head and looked at Jia Chunling and said: "As long as I can do my job well, it will be good. I have just started working, and my own conditions are very insufficient, and I am even lacking in some aspects. I still have a lot to learn.
No matter what kind of work is assigned by the leader or organization, for me personally, it is a kind of exercise and an opportunity to learn and progress. I want to do my best to complete it well."
Jia Chunling looked at Zhao Pufang quietly for a long time. She coughed, turned around and said, "Remember, let's go to the county when you are free. You still owe me two dances."
For Zhao Pufang, this Sunday was really, as Jia Chunling said, surprisingly quiet. Not even a sparrow seemed to have flown into the township government compound.
The sound of typing on the computer keyboard made Zhao Pufang really feel like he was isolated from the world.
At noon, Jia Chunling and Zhao Pufang went to the street to eat together and ordered four dishes. Both of them only wanted a bowl of rice.
Maybe he ate too much in the morning. Zhao Pufang was full after just one bowl. Jia Chunling said that he didn't eat as much as a girl like him.
After a while, Zhao Pufang received a text message, which simply said: "Mediocre and inactive."
This was a letter sent by Song Xiu'e, which told Zhao Pufang an expected fact: nothing was found at the search and rescue site.
Everyone knows that no result is the result of existence, but they must adopt an attitude of committing suicide.
After returning to the office, Jia Chunling took her things and went downstairs. She said that she had finished working today and could take a lunch break. She also said that not taking a nap is a fatal killer of a woman's appearance.
"You can just lie on the sofa and stare for a while."
Zhao Pufang was speechless in reply to Jia Chunling's kind advice. He smiled at Jia Chunling and silently watched her go downstairs and leave.
After Jia Chunling left, he continued his irritating and boring routine of reading, writing, and copying books.
There are some things that others don't take to heart, or never care about, but some people pay great attention to them.
For Zhao Pufang, being able to read and write quietly and calmly has been an unattainable dream that he has had for many years. But for people like Jia Chunling, this dream is simply more ridiculous than a joke.
Little things not worth mentioning.
Things in the world are often valuable only when they are lost, and things that are gained are not properly owned.
Zhao Pufang's contented situation lasted for three days. It was only on Tuesday, the fourth day after Zhang Gaodeng's accident, that things changed.
The search and rescue work for Zhang Gaodeng has ended, and everyone has mentally accepted the fact that Mayor Zhang is missing.
At around nine o'clock on Tuesday morning, Li Gaomin notified members of the township party group to hold a meeting.
At half past nine, Li Gaomin came to the conference room with a solemn face. He did not speak and sat there in silence for a while.
Zhao Pufang sat there and paid attention to the movements of everyone in the conference room.
Han Fuju still looked calm. Maybe Zhang Gaodeng's disappearance was a huge opportunity for him. Often bad things can turn into good things, as long as the problem is viewed dialectically.
If it turned out that Han Fuju was only thinking about the position of mayor of Wenshui Township, then the issue he is now considering is the position of Li Gaomin after he steps down in a few months.
Han Fuju and Li Gaomin are almost the same in age, only a few years apart. Li Gaomin is retiring and losing Zhang Gaodeng, a strong competitor. The position of township party committee secretary has to give Han Fuju more to worry about. Besides, in terms of personal
Han Fuju and Li Gaomin also have a very harmonious private relationship. Han Fuju thinks that Li Gaomin may not have any resistance to Han Fuju taking over the position of secretary of the Wenshui Township Party Committee. As for the public, Han Fuju is the deputy secretary of the Wenshui Township Party Committee.
, Chairman of the Presidium of the National People's Congress, with good interpersonal relationships and a convenient position placed there, Han Fuju probably has a better chance of winning than anyone else present.
Wu Mantian was not having a good life these days. On the day of Zhang Gaodeng's accident, he went to the county. After getting a hint from a certain county party leader, he satisfactorily drove to the famous scenic spot in Qiannan City for a walk.
After a day of worry, Wu Mantian also threw his cell phone in the car. That night, after drunkenly seeing more than a dozen missed calls and text messages, Wu Mantian almost dropped his cell phone.
Get carried away with your pride.
This word kept flashing in Wu Mantian's mind.
Wu Mantian's potential opponent in his heart is Han Fuju. In his heart, apart from Zhang Gaodeng, the mayor, and Han Fuju, the deputy secretary, the only one in Wenshui Township is himself.
Wu Mantian believed that he should be the third secretary candidate. Of course, he was extravagantly hoping for the position of secretary of the township party committee, but he also knew very well that under the pressure of the two gods Zhang Gaodeng and Han Fuju, he
The chance was very slim, very slim, but now things suddenly took a turn for the better, and Gordon Zhang disappeared.
God-given opportunity.
What Wu Mantian was upset about was that he did not go to the Wenshui Township Government immediately on the day that Gordon Zhang disappeared. He showed up where he needed to be most, raised his arms before others, and was the first to appear on the front line of the search and rescue of Gordon Zhang!
If you miss it, it will be too late to regret it.
However, now the opportunity has come again. The original position of secretary of the township party committee was 50% of my dream. Now as for the position of township chief, how much has my opportunity increased?
After all, he was not on duty on the day Gordon Zhang disappeared, and it was also a Saturday. After all, he had nothing to blame.
Wu Mantian knew that Han Fuju and Li Gaomin had a good relationship, but he, Li Gaomin, an official-level secretary who was about to be relegated to the second line, really wanted to be a local emperor in this three-acre land of Wenshui Township and cover the sky with one hand?
Wu Mantian sneered, and he was even thinking in his heart, why didn't the old man Li Gaomin get swept away by the water when he was in Wenshui River that day? In this way, everyone was happy, and it was really "white and clean," and everyone had more opportunities.
Some...
(To be continued)
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[No recommendations next week, streaking. This book is not mainstream at the beginning. There are only about a dozen books about the ups and downs of officialdom at the moment, and the others are all extremely powerful rebirths, but they all have better results than our pseudo-officials who have not traveled through time. Previous
A few chapters are a transition, and some friends find it too boring after reading it, but life is always full of opportunities and challenges, haha. I keep shouting for recommendation votes and favorites all day long. I am thin-skinned, and everyone is annoyed by it, which makes us all
Tired. In order to get people to click on it, I frowned at the 2,000-word chapter, but it was all saved in the draft box. It was too troublesome to modify. I will try to have more words in the future.]
