The personal relationships recorded in the materials were obviously divided into two categories. Song Dahong understood the meaning of Liu Dazhu's statement without even thinking about it.
Whether in Huadu City or Southern Province, there are now two types of people. One is of course a strong supporter of reform, and like the reformists before the reform and opening up, they accept new things. The other is conservatives. This involves not only
Not only are there personal interest relationships, but there are also conceptual issues among various cadres, and to a certain extent, reform requires the elimination of old things, which may directly harm the operating rules of the original things.
Song Dahong knows this very well. As his brother-in-law, he supports Yuan Zili. However, for now, whether in the province or the city, there are still many people who oppose him. The medical reform affects the whole body and affects the whole body.
It’s not just the medical system that has been affected, but the entire political circle, including the Public Security Bureau and even Liu Dazhu’s imaginary enemy, the Chinese People’s Political Consultative Conference, so there are still quite a lot of people who don’t support the reform.
Song Dahong carefully read the materials in his hand, and then put the list back at the bottom. After waiting for a while, he felt something was wrong, so he opened the safe in the office and put it in. Read the materials Liu Dazhu gave him himself.
, and then some issues can be handed over to the people below to deal with them, but this list is definitely something worth pondering over for a long time, or even endless aftertaste. All the circles on it were recorded by Liu Dazhu wholeheartedly.
As someone who has climbed up from the grassroots level, Song Dahong also understands that he has been under the shadow of Yuan Zili for a long time. Even at the earliest time, Yuan Zili's name has been spread in the political circle. A grassroots figure can indeed
To please many people, let alone capable people, those real senior leaders, speaking of one or two generations up, are also out-and-out farmers, so what they like in their bones is not the high-profile third generation red generation or even the young master Kuo, these
As soon as people appear on the stage, they are destined to play supporting roles.
Song Dahong came down from the office and unexpectedly did not drive today. Although his car and driver were waiting below, he still waved his hand: "Xiao Liu, you go back first and pick me up at home tomorrow morning."
The driver nodded and left. Song Dahong stood under the bus stop sign. He hadn't taken a bus in Huadu City for a long time, but he still remembered the stop sign No. 11 quite clearly. He followed many people and got on the bus, and even saw someone on the bus.
Some familiar faces from the City Council.
"Hello, Director Song." The other party greeted him, even a little reserved. Looking at his expression, he wanted to grab the older woman next to him and give up his seat to Director Song.
Song Dahong nodded. If he had taken the bus ten years ago, he would have been able to chat with everyone and talk about what was happening at the moment without restraint, thereby finding an exit from the dead end of the case. But now he can't. When these people saw the look in his eyes,
, after hearing that his "bureau" took the lead, there was already an inexplicable sense of solemnity and solemnity. Song Dahong felt a little ridiculous, or sad. He stood quietly in the car without speaking, and his eyes did not even look like those of other passengers.
The bus leader smiled at everyone like that, and he began to think deeply about how he had gotten through the past ten years.
The car soon arrived at the entrance of the nursing home. Song Dahong walked out, and the people in the car said goodbye to him warmly. "Have a good trip, Song Bureau."
This sentence sounded a little awkward, but at this time he had no time to think deeply.
Then he walked forward along the stop sign and entered the nursing home. Some people on the bus began to remember the address here, and some people began to look at the current time. They only considered the whereabouts of Bureau Song, or even did not think about it at all.
It is related to the recent murder case, because in their eyes, the popular Bureau Song will not really solve the case for the sake of solving it, and the Huadu City Public Security Bureau Director Sun Xuejian arranged for him to be the leader of this task force. The main reason is because
The reason for Song Dahong’s special relationship.
In fact, Song Dahong himself didn't know whether today was for personal matters or official matters. He thought about it hundreds of times in his mind, but the figure still lingered. This feeling had not been felt for many years.
Entering along the gate, a few old people were sitting lazily on the chairs, occasionally moving, as if they were dead. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on their old faces, blooming the last trace of vitality.
Song Dahong walked over gently, and an old man stretched out his hand with great effort. He held the old man's hand tightly, truly holding it in his palm, not the kind of handshake that a leader would have when meeting. This skinny hand was filled with joy.
The woman was not there now. Only then did the guard see Song Dahong. He didn't know what he had just done.
"You were here last time. Miyuki may be in the room. Let me call you." When the doorman spoke, he stared at Song Dahong closely. This face was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.
It turned out that his name was Mei Xing. Song Dahong smiled in his heart. It was indeed a beautiful name, and the name was just like her name. The first feeling that that woman gave him was that she was very familiar and missed her. He had never been able to understand this feeling clearly until just now.
On the bus, he finally remembered that more than ten years ago, when passing the city overpass, a strange woman smiled at him and jumped off with the baby in her arms. For so many years, he thought he had forgotten it.
, that smile was a mockery of the world. He only learned about it a few years ago when he was chatting with a psychologist who studied abroad, but he really remembered it.
Yes, the last time at the nursing home, Miyuki gave herself the feeling of ridicule for the world, which was revealed in her smile.
Song Dahong was a little stunned. He suddenly felt that the most missing thing in his hypothesis might be established.
If that's right...that's probably what happened.
Lin Yuan and Miyuki.
"It's okay. I'll go find her by myself. She's over there, right?" Song Dahong showed a kind smile. Deep down in his heart, he felt that his smile was really fake, but he seemed to have no choice. As he spoke, he pointed to the far left
The dormitory is row upon row of low buildings. I still remember the last time I visited as a leader, the assistant to the dean also mentioned the issue of housing allocation and the pressure on nursing homes, but the then director of the Municipal Party Committee Office just said one sentence after another
As the official saying goes: "The government will help you solve it."
He thought, now it is really solved. Now only Miyuki lives there.
(Flowers, please give me some flowers. I was in a hurry when I went out today, so I posted a chapter with a small number of words. I’m sorry. I’m trying my best. Please give me some flowers. Finally... don’t get fucked) (To be continued)