"Hello, Director Huang, I am Hu Fei from the city government."
Hu Fei looked into the phone and smiled lightly, "Do you have time now?"
"Hello, Mayor, we at the National People's Congress have nothing but time."
A slightly older voice sounded from the phone, "Mayor, do you have a problem with me?"
"Director Huang, if you have time, come to my office and I'll discuss something with you."
"Okay, I'll be there right away."
Putting on the phone, Hu Fei touched his chin, with a faint smile on his face. No matter how Zhao Huarong got on the line with Zhao Qingyang, since he jumped out on his own initiative, he had to be used to kill the chicken and scare the monkey.
After all, Zhao Huarong is only the deputy mayor, not a member of the Municipal Party Committee's Standing Committee, and this time he was only marginalized and excluded from the power circle of Wuling officialdom. The provincial party committee would not object to this decision even if he thought about it.
Since there is Zhao Qingyang's shadow behind this, will Wang Maoliang finally help Zhao Huarong?
Hu Fei picked up the water glass and took a sip. If Wang Maoliang really wanted to take action against Zhao Huarong, he would have no choice but to use ruthless measures. Then he would use a big one and finish off Zhao Huarong, Peng Shuangquan and others at once.
By the way, Wang Maoliang's future may be ruined.
There have been corruption cases under his rule. Doesn’t it mean that Wang Maoliang, the top leader of the provincial party committee, has no responsibility? The top leader is in charge of people. How the hell do you manage people?
When the time comes, let alone the Chen family, other factions will definitely seize the opportunity to add insult to injury. If Wang Maoliang is not good enough, his foundation will be shaken, and even the Xihua Hall faction will be hit.
Wang Maoliang is a smart man, and he will never take risks because of a little shrimp like Zhao Huarong, especially when there is a pile of shit under this little shrimp's butt, which smells bad.
Of course, if Wang Maoliang had not intervened, this matter would have become a feud between Hu Fei, the mayor of Wuling, and Zhao Qingyang, the secretary of the Deshan Municipal Party Committee.
"Zhao Qingyang, don't say I didn't remind you. Since you provoked me, don't blame me for being rude!"
Touching the water glass with his fingers, a murderous intent flashed in Hu Fei's eyes.
Zhao Qingyang's poaching this time was definitely not ordered by Wang Maoliang. Wang Maoliang is a provincial party committee secretary, so how can he waste so much time? The most likely reason is that the battle between Wang Maoliang and Guan Pingzhi has begun.
As Wang Maoliang's confidant, Zhao Qingyang naturally wanted to charge into the battle, and as Hu Fei, Guan Pingzhi's confidant, if he attacked Hu Fei, it would naturally greatly dampen the confidence and vigor of Guan Pingzhi's group.
"Zhao Qingyang, you have found the wrong target this time."
Hu Fei's lips curled up slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his face. If Zhao Qingyang didn't fall into disgrace this time, all his planning would have been in vain.
There was a knock on the door, and Qin Xiaoyong opened the door and walked in to report that Huang Zhong, deputy director of the Municipal People's Congress Standing Committee, was here.
"Mayor, are you asking me because our National People's Congress has not done its job well?"
Huang Zhong walked in with a smile, a big belly and a smile on his chubby face, like a Maitreya Buddha.
"No no."
Hu Fei shook his head, grabbed the cigarette on the table and stood up to greet me. "The National People's Congress has done a good job in supervising the government. I called you here today because I want to ask for your opinion on something."
While talking, Hu Fei took out a cigarette and handed it to Huang Zhong, "I'm going to recommend you to come to the municipal government to be responsible for agriculture, rural areas and other aspects of work. What do you think?"
"Ah, let me come to the city hall?"
Huang Zhong was stunned when he heard this and his eyes widened in astonishment. He is the deputy director of the Standing Committee of the National People's Congress at the deputy department level. If he is transferred to the city government, he can only serve as the deputy mayor. Isn't the deputy mayor in charge of agricultural work Zhao Huarong?
,Did something happen to Zhao Huarong?
The Municipal People's Congress Standing Committee Courtyard is not too far away from the Municipal Party Committee Courtyard. Huang Zhong naturally knows about Hu Fei's recent big moves in Wuling City Government. To be honest, Huang Zhong still admires Hu Fei. He is not only strong in work ability, but also hard-working at a young age.
His skills are not inferior to those of those old officials.
Hai Minghui secretly joined forces with Peng Shuangquan to try to vote Hu Fei out in the election. Huang Zhong knew about this, and he clearly supported Hu Fei.
Is Hu Fei going to repay him now?
"Yes, I am going to propose to the Municipal Party Committee that you be the deputy mayor, in charge of agriculture, rural areas and other work. You have worked in townships for many years and have rich experience in this area."
Hu Fei nodded with a smile, "Old Huang, the city will focus on developing the agricultural economy next. You also know that Xifei Company is coming to the city to build a factory soon. I can only leave the agricultural work to an old comrade like you.
Don’t worry.”
"Thank you, mayor, for your trust. I'm worried that I won't be able to shoulder this burden."
Huang Zhong chuckled. The deputy mayor of the city government has more power than the deputy director of the Standing Committee of the National People's Congress. Only a fool would not agree. However, Huang Zhong knew very well that the reason why Hu Fei asked him to be the deputy mayor was
On the one hand, it was to repay him, and on the other hand, it might also be because of some differences between him and Hai Minghui.
"It doesn't matter, I believe you have the ability."
Hu Fei smiled faintly, took out a cigarette and handed it to Huang Zhong, "The next step is our golden period of agricultural economic development in Wuling, and we need old comrades like you to take charge."
Just as Hu Fei and Hu Fei were chatting enthusiastically, a low roar sounded from the municipal party committee office building opposite the municipal party committee secretary's office.
"Secretary Hai, is this your reward for me?"
Zhao Huarong roared in his throat, his eyes were red, and he waved his right hand vigorously, "I have worked hard for the construction and development of Wuling over the years, and my black hair has turned white. Is this how you repay me?"
"What happened this time was for our own good, Wuling. I knew that the French guy was going bankrupt, but Hu Fei insisted on cooperating with him. Isn't this just throwing money in vain..."
"That's enough, stop making trouble!"
Hai Minghui frowned and waved his hand impatiently, "If you keep yelling, let the whole world know who you are, Zhao Huarong. You fucking talk about yourself like White Lotus, and you think everyone else is an idiot.
!”
"What you said is just to deceive the common people who have never seen the world. Let me tell you, this is the best ending for you. If you keep tossing it, do you think Hu Fei will let you go? Just because you are in the village
You won’t be able to get out of jail for the village access project!”
Having said this, Hai Minghui's face was terrifyingly gloomy. He suddenly thought of a question. Did Hu Fei also dig a trap for me when he entrusted him with the expressway?
Zhao Huarong suddenly got stuck. His big mouth opened slightly, revealing some yellowed teeth. His fat face turned red due to the sudden excitement, as if he had held in his stool for two hours.
He was so immersed in the performance that he forgot a very crucial issue. His own bottom was not clean. If he continued to make trouble, Hu Fei would go crazy and the trouble would be even greater.