Sitting in the office of the Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee Office, I can see the tall poplar trees falling leaves outside the window. Although the weather is clear and the sun is shining, the autumn rain last night still knocked down a lot of fallen leaves.
It's late autumn.
During the autumn rain and the cold, Guan Yun inexplicably thought of Xia Lai and Wen Lin who were far away in the United States.
Xia Lai is his first love, and Wen Lin is his childhood sweetheart. Perhaps first love is the sweetest aftertaste in his memory, but childhood sweetheart is the most exciting time in his entire childhood. Now, the two most important women in his life are both
Being separated from him by thousands of mountains and rivers made him miss the distance especially in the autumn when he was most sentimental.
Early in the morning, Su Moyu and Hongyanxin returned to the capital. When they left, Su Moyu was a little lonely, and Hongyanxin was a little unnatural. Guan Yun did not explain too much. Some things would appear to be too much to say.
Superfluous and artificial, he had already told Su Moyu that he wanted to be a confidante who had nothing to do with romance.
Su Moyu wanted to have a relationship with him that would further cross the final boundary between men and women. He could understand that women's ideas are sometimes very simple and stubborn. They always think that only when a relationship between a man and a woman can they be truly intimate.
Infinitely, it is true that if men and women break through the final boundary, they will indeed have a sense of one destiny more than a pure friendship that has nothing to do with romance. But in fact, if men and women have always maintained an appropriate distance, not far or close, and have a tacit understanding of their hearts.
It has nothing to do with politics, which is the way to truly lasting cooperation.
Once men and women break through the last line of defense, they will have more emotional entanglements, which is not conducive to making rational judgments in cooperation, which may lead to unexpected deviations. To be honest, Guan Yun admires Su
Mo Yu is shrewd and capable, and he also likes her beauty and youth. As a normal man, if he has an affair where he doesn't have to worry about the sequelae, usually men don't have much self-control, not to mention that the other person is a beautiful woman.
woman.
But Guan Yun still restrained his inner desire. From Xia Lai to Wen Lin, and then to Jin Yijia, who was dependent on him for life and death, he had already shouldered too many love debts in his life. A man, if he only wanted to have sex,
A man who indulges in lust and betrays the woman who loves him deeply is both irresponsible and has low morals. He is not worthy of sitting on a high platform and talking loudly.
A high school teacher is a teacher and a person who is upright is a model. Officials should set an example just like teachers. At least they should start by being an upright man.
Guan Yun was stunned for a long time, and sighed, hoping that Su Moyu could remember what he said to her. An upright heart means a straight heart, and a straight body means good character. If he and her were just a normal cooperative relationship, he would try his best to help her, and outsiders would
He wouldn't gossip. If he had a relationship with her, even if he helped her within the scope allowed by the policy, he would still be criticized.
Handling the relationship between men and women well is the first basic thing for an official. If an official cannot handle the relationship between men and women well, and is seduced into bed by prostitutes casually, and is even videotaped, it is difficult to imagine such an official sitting on the stage.
Officials who openly talk about the construction of moral civilization and claim to represent the vast number of party members and cadres are rats that destroy the basis of people's trust in party members and cadres.
Recently, Guan Yun went to work every day to deal with documents, and then spent most of his time with nothing to do. He just sat in his seat and read books and newspapers, as if he was not worried about tomorrow at all. Chen Xingrui was as cold and cold to him as before.
It's hot, but it's okay, and I don't make things difficult for him anymore.
When he was about to get off work at noon, Ma Dasheng opened the door and came in. He threw a stack of documents in front of Guan Yun angrily and said angrily: "Guan Yun, look what you are doing?"
Colleagues who were about to get off work stopped when they saw an unexpected incident and stood aside to watch the further development of the situation.
It just so happened that Chen Xingrui was also in the general office because of something - the director and deputy director of the first secretarial division had separate offices. Of course, Guan Yun was not high enough to have a separate office. There were five or six people in his office - he was talking to one person
He was saying something in a low voice, and when he heard Ma Dasheng's sudden attack, he couldn't help but look up in surprise.
Before taking a look, he hesitated slightly, but still did not step forward to stop Ma Dasheng's rudeness. It was true that he was the director of the department, but it was not appropriate for him to interfere with the deputy director's work within his authority.
Guan Yun picked up the information, glanced at it a few times, and asked calmly: "What's the matter, Director Ma?"
"What's wrong? Just open your eyes and see how many typos there are in the information you compiled. Even if you are a top student at Beijing University, I doubt how you graduated."
Typos? Guan Yun was stunned for a moment. He always proofreads carefully and is very concerned about typos. As a secretary, he must ensure that there are no mistakes in sentences or words and that there are no typos. He will proofread a manuscript more than three times. How can there be typos?
After looking through it, I still didn't find any typos, so I had to ask: "Sorry, Director Ma, where are the typos? I didn't find them."
"You..." Ma Dasheng was so angry that he grabbed the information and clicked on it with his hand, "Look, look, you are a failure if you are willing to be inferior, and you are not a failure. What kind of famous college student are you?
,How could you make such a stupid mistake of a primary school student..."
Before Ma Dasheng finished speaking, Chen Xingrui couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Haha..."
"Who's laughing?" When Ma Dasheng came in just now, he was so angry that he didn't notice that Chen Xingrui was there. He thought someone was laughing at him, so he turned back dissatisfied and said, "Why are you laughing? What's so funny? Isn't it?
…”
Halfway through his words, he noticed that it was Chen Xingrui who was laughing at him. He was immediately startled and hurriedly shut up.
Ma Dasheng is a secretary who became a monk on the way. In terms of writing skills and skills, he ranks last in the secretarial department. He climbed to the position of deputy director by relying on his eloquence and qualifications, not his true ability.
He shut up, but there was laughter in the office. A secretary who was often criticized by Ma Dasheng said sarcastically: "Director Ma is so talented that he is willing to be defeated. Director Ma is willing to fail."
Downwind..."
"Haha..." The office burst into laughter.
Amid laughter, Ma Dasheng was at a loss: "What's wrong? What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"
Just when Chen Xingrui was about to explain a few words to Ma Dasheng, the door rang and a man came in and said to Guan Yun: "Guan Yun, go to the Organization Department."
Everyone was shocked when they saw the visitor. It turned out to be Ma Chenchen, a dignified member of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee and Secretary-General of the Provincial Party Committee.
Ma Chenchen personally notified Guan Yun to go to the organization department. Could it be that... everyone opened their eyes wide. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to register as a member of Piaotian Literature to recommend this work. With your support,