Chapter 142 The Inspiration of Good Roots in Politics
As the saying goes, "Being with a king is like being with a tiger." Fang Zhicheng finally realized the profound connotation of this sentence. An hour ago, Wendi Song was kind and kind, but now the power emanating from him is chilling. Fang Zhicheng thinks that his relationship with Wendi Song is good.
, gained his trust, but found that he still didn’t know Wendi Song well enough.
Fang Zhicheng combed his thoughts and began to formulate words. After a long silence, he sighed: "Boss, can I defend myself for a few words?"
Wendi Song tapped her fingers twice on the red desk and said in a serious tone: "Of course it's okay, but whether it's true or not, I'm very disappointed in you."
Fang Zhicheng smiled bitterly and said: "Most of the four crimes above are facts, a small part are fabrications, and some are malicious and serious injuries."
Wendi Song took out the cigarette case from the drawer, took out one and lit it, took a few puffs, and said softly: "Continue talking."
Fang Zhicheng raised his head and said solemnly: "First of all, my relationship with Zhao Qingya is very clean. She lent me the Jetta temporarily, and I helped her manage the villa temporarily. I did attend a public relations banquet with her.
But I asked myself, I have a normal relationship with her as friends. To be more specific, I should say it is a relationship between brother and sister. Secondly, how Wang Ke and Xu Peng were promoted has nothing to do with me. I think that they can be promoted entirely because of the organization.
The department is interested in their potential. I am just a small secretary, so I am not that powerful. Furthermore, my acquaintance with Ding Quan, Zhong Yang and others was entirely due to an accident. During the anti-trafficking incident,
Ding Quan and Zhong Yang showed good abilities, so I got closer to them, but all the people in Yuming Dance School are clean, which can withstand scrutiny; finally, about private life. I
I think this is completely nonsense. I work overtime until late at night every day, and I have to get up in the morning to do morning exercises, so how can I have time to fool around in those shady places?"
Wendi Song put out the cigarette that she had only taken two puffs into in the ashtray. It seemed that due to the influence of Fang Zhicheng's frank remarks, her mood finally stabilized. He waved his hand and said sincerely: "Xiao Fang, for your people
I have always trusted you, so when this kind of problem arises, no matter whether you are right or wrong, I will be ruthless and will not let you slack off or go astray. I have seen too many people, at a young age,
You are deceived by the short-term glory and wealth. You are a good seedling, and I hope to cultivate you into a person who can stand up straight, so I take this opportunity today to sound a warning to you."
Fang Zhicheng sighed softly and realized that Wendi Song actually didn't really believe in the authenticity of the material. He just took the opportunity to beat himself up and guard against arrogance and impatience. Looking back on this period of time, he did feel a little arrogant.
When someone praises you, you should be vigilant, because it may not necessarily help you, but may very well be perfunctory; and when someone criticizes you, you should be grateful, because others do not
I need to point out the shortcomings to you.
Song Wendi was undoubtedly a good teacher. He controlled Fang Zhicheng's mentality very well and tightened the rope in Fang Zhicheng's mind at the right time to prevent him from doing anything extraordinary out of complacency.
Economic issues and work style issues are common fronts for officials today. Once they are encountered, a hidden explosive will be planted for their future career. Song Wendi wants Fang Zhicheng to know that he must not violate these two major issues.
, the words are serious and the thoughts are far-reaching.
"It's difficult to climb to the sky, and it's even harder to ask for help; Coptis chinensis is hard, and poverty is even harder; spring ice is thin, and human relationships are even thinner; rivers and lakes are dangerous, and people's hearts are even more dangerous. If you know the difficulties, accept the hardships, endure the hardships, and measure the dangers, you can live in the world.
You can adapt." Song Wendi didn't know why she said such a life motto.
Fang Zhicheng was a little moved and explained softly: "The boss is talking about the evil of human nature, but human nature also has a bright side. Human nature is good, but it is often obscured by evil. The way to govern is to inspire good roots!"
Song Wendi saw that Fang Zhicheng could understand her own mind, so she nodded and said: "Understand these four words well and inspire good roots. Don't abandon the original starting point because of changes in the environment. You have a very high understanding, I believe
You can control yourself."
Seeing that the explanation was almost complete, Song Wendi waved her hand, signaling Fang Zhicheng to go out, and stopped him and ordered: "Let Xiao He come in."
Fang Zhicheng felt relieved, secretly thinking that Song Wendi was decisive and thoughtful, and it would be difficult for clues to escape his eyes. After a little thought, he guessed that it must be He Yang's little move.
Fang Zhicheng pushed the door open, glanced at He Yang coldly, and said coldly: "Secretary He, the boss wants you to come in."
He Yang had been restless, and when he saw that Fang Zhicheng looked bad, he felt even more panicked.
After He Yang walked into the office, Wendi Song raised her eyes and glanced at him, making his entire vest wet with sweat.
"Boss, are you looking for me?" He Yang asked cautiously.
Song Wendi nodded, seemed to casually take the oil seal on the table, threw it in front of He Yang, and said softly: "You put this on my table?"
He Yang did not hesitate too much, gritted his teeth, nodded, and reported in a low voice: "This was given to me by someone else. Seeing that it is of great importance, I handed it directly to your desk. Comrade Zhicheng's position is very important. If
He has been corrupted by sugar-coated bullets, which is very likely to affect you, and this is the only way I can let you know the situation around you."
He Yang prepared this explanation for a long time, and it can be said that his words are passionate and full of emotion.
But in Song Wendi's eyes, they were full of disdain. He came from the grassroots level and knew that the officialdom used various methods to suppress competitors. He dug out the materials and took a rough glance.
A self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he sighed: "Fang Zhicheng's second crime is buying and selling officials. The positions of Wang Ke and Xu Peng were both directly given instructions by me. If we really want to trace the source, we have to
Trace it back to me."
When He Yang heard what Song Wendi said, his legs suddenly started to tremble. He listened obediently. When Song Wendi said this, he was completely on Fang Zhicheng's side. His report materials were undoubtedly thrown into the water and his efforts were in vain.
Wendi Song sneered and continued: "Xiao He, I know you are just being used in this matter. As long as you reveal the person behind the scenes, you can still stay in the office."
He Yang was shocked and fearful of Song Wendi's judgment, but he gritted his teeth and concealed it: "The information came anonymously, and I don't know who the person behind the scenes is."
Seeing that He Yang was clenching his teeth and not letting go, Song Wendi knew that normal questioning would be fruitless, so he changed his strategy and asked, "Did Secretary-General Ding leave it to you?"
He Yang was shocked and his face turned pale, because he did not expect Song Wendi to hit the key point as soon as he spoke. He quickly concealed his confused emotions, shook his head and denied: "This matter has nothing to do with Secretary-General Ding. Someone really gave it to me anonymously."
Wendi Song sighed, waved her hand and said calmly: "You have worked hard during this period. You can tidy up later and leave the office in the afternoon. As for your next move, I will arrange for the General Office to inform you."
He Yang felt despair at this moment. He originally thought that he could leverage Fang Zhicheng's position in Song Wendi's heart, but now Song Wendi sentenced him to death without hesitation. He Yang had been in the Municipal Party Committee Secretary's Office for nearly half a year, and he had also been here for nearly half a year.
Even though he had worked hard, his efforts were instantly wiped out. The impact of this can be imagined.
He Yang walked out of the back room with staggering steps, raised his head and glanced at Fang Zhicheng. Fang Zhicheng's eyes met with his, and there was no concealed disdain in his eyes.
He Yang snorted softly, deliberately showing off his indifference and forcing himself to remain calm. However, Fang Zhicheng walked over slowly, then walked to He Yang's side and grabbed He Yang's collar.
"What are you doing?" He Yang asked nervously. He felt that Fang Zhicheng's eyes were full of murderous intent, but he was not afraid of Fang Zhicheng's action here, because the municipal party secretary was in the back room. If he really hit him, things would get messy.
Big.
Fang Zhicheng tightened He Yang's collar. This guy was completely skinny. He could easily lift him up. "I hate people who shoot behind others' backs the most. If you have any dissatisfaction with me, you can do it in front of me."
There’s no need to do some sneaky things, right?”
He Yang felt like he couldn't breathe in his chest, and said in a hoarse voice, "Fang Zhicheng, let me remind you, this is an office situation, you should pay attention to your behavior!"
"Behavior?" Fang Zhicheng severely hit He Yang's left cheek with his right palm and said angrily, "Today I will be arrogant. You can report it to Ding Nengren now and add another crime to me, that is arrogance."
tyrannical!"
He Yang was dizzy from being slapped by Fang Zhicheng. When Fang Zhicheng saw that He Yang was not beaten, he smiled sarcastically, then let go and threw He Yang to the ground. Song Wendi seemed to hear something in the back room and opened the door.
He came out and glanced coldly at He Yang, who was lying on the ground in a miserable state. Without saying a word, he gently closed the door.
He Yang was extremely depressed. He knew that he could no longer stay in this office. Even in any office in Yinzhou, He Yang was afraid that there would be no way out. He endured the severe pain on his face and simply packed up.
He stood down at his desk, then walked out of the office with his head downcast.
Tong Siqing was not very nosy, so she kept watching silently. After He Yang left, she moved to Fang Zhicheng's side and asked worriedly: "What's going on with He Yang?"
Fang Zhicheng secretly thought that he and Tong Siqing would eventually work in the same office, so he told Tong Siqing the whole story. When he mentioned his fourth crime, having an ambiguous relationship with a female colleague in the office, Tong Siqing blushed and said angrily
: "I didn't expect that He Yang's sullen voice is no different from the long-tongued women in the countryside. It's okay to get rid of him, but I feel disgusted if I keep such a person around."
After saying that, Tong Siqing shook her smooth and slightly plump figure, hurriedly sat back in her seat, reached out and touched her cheek, and found that it was extremely hot.