"It's time to have lunch soon. Before the end of the morning meeting, I will ask you a question and ask all leaders to think carefully." Chen Qingyun smiled and said: "What is the purpose of management?"
If there is a stone on the roadside, everyone passes by it every day. Because it is so common, no one may know whether the stone is square or round, gray or yellow.
Chen Qingyun's problem is like a stone on the roadside. Everyone often talks about management and puts forward various management requirements to the comrades below, but when it comes to the core issue, everyone is blind.
Including Yu Chunhui, Cong Bingbing, Lao Ma and others, everyone was stunned. The deputy mayor who just had a fight with Cong Bingbing was the most exaggerated. After hearing Chen Qingyun's question, his old face covered with carrots suddenly turned into
Sauce purple.
The old mayor thought that Chen Qingyun's question was directed at him, and when he was about to lose his temper, he saw all the leaders looking thoughtful, and then he realized that he was in over his head.
No matter how big a leader you are, it is difficult to open up the knot in the heart of a person who has been overturned. The deputy mayor in charge of agriculture is currently in such a state.
During the meal, the table was full of the specialties of Ziying Lake, especially the plump tile fish, which was very popular, but the deputy mayor tasted nothing in his mouth.
"Mayor Xu, you should be aware of Secretary Qingyun's problem." Regardless of his dislike, the deputy mayor was the first to approach Xu Dajun.
Xu Dajun said calmly: "I do know, but I just feel that it is difficult for me to be accurate. I feel ashamed."
The deputy mayor was unwilling to give up and approached Dingxiang. Dingxiang replied: "When I was studying in the party school, this was a question that I had to be prepared to answer at any time. But now, the Discipline Inspection Commission rarely contacts companies, and these theories have long been returned to the teachers."
The deputy mayor, who would not give up until he got the answer, then contacted Lao Ma and several other deputy mayors, but failed to get a satisfactory answer. Finally, he found Secretary Gou, an old friend who they had worked with for 20 to 30 years. Unexpectedly,
Secretary Gou spewed feces with his mouth full.
"Do we need to answer such a question? Old man, you should also imitate those young people's showmanship. It is not necessary. It is best left to the theoretical circles to discuss and discuss. Does the government need to pay attention to these pediatric things?"
The deputy mayor looked at Secretary Gou strangely, as if Secretary Gou came from an alien planet. He remembered ￥∟￥∟￥∟￥∟,m.≦.c≈om