Shi Wendao burst into action: "Quantifying morality is so well said. This sentence seems very familiar. Madam, have you seen it before?"
Mrs. Shi smiled and said: "I don't usually like to surf the Internet, so I'm out of date. How come things that are popular on the Internet don't catch your eye. The most eye-catching position on the home page of Credit Castle is the four words "Quantitative Morality."
"No wonder, someone in the agency also mentioned it, but they didn't pay attention at the time, thinking that some guy who had nothing to do after dinner was just messing around."
Mrs. Shi said worriedly: "Old Shi, wouldn't you treat Qingyun..."
Shi Wendao laughed: "Before this, someone reminded me behind my back. After watching today's program, I have made up my mind. I don't need others to remind me, I will fully support Qingyun."
"Yes, Qingyun has already moved forward, you can't hold back."
That night, when Chen Qingyun returned home, Faye Wong went up to him and hugged him: "Qingyun, you are so handsome today."
"Wasn't he handsome before?"
"Smelly." Faye Wong gave her a light slap and got out of the way. Mo Shaoyan was standing behind them.
"Qingyun, today is the call to charge. No matter what difficulties and obstacles you encounter, you cannot back down."
"Don't worry, old man, I believe that the words "National Credit" will resonate with the people." Chen Qingyun is full of confidence.
Sure enough, every second morning when they arrived at the Provincial Party Committee compound, the cadres of the agency no longer avoided Chen Qingyun, but took the initiative to greet Chen Qingyun.
Before he entered the office, Yuan Yuan stopped him: "Minister, Secretary Yang, please come over."
Chen Qingyun nodded, turned around and walked towards the small courtyard at the deepest part of the compound.
The Standing Committee Building is an independent courtyard. Except for the Standing Committee members and their secretaries, anyone else who enters the courtyard will be blocked by the merciless armed police without exception.
"Qingyun, did you say it happily last night?" Yang Cihang personally made Chen Qingyun a cup of bird black tea.
Chen Qingyun heard the hidden meaning of Yang Cihang's words: "Someone is unhappy?"
"Not only are you unhappy, someone has to kick you out." Yang Cihang scolded: "Why didn't I see before that you and Xiao Zhuo have the same character and like to follow your own temper?"
"I'm much more stable than Yang Zhuo." Chen Qingyun protested.
Yang Cihang said helplessly: "Okay, you are stable, but your opposite party wants you to continue to be 'stable' like this."
"Snitching me behind my back?"
"Is it useful to give you a snitch?" Yang Cihang was really angry: "You look like you are doing nothing, you don't look like a provincial or ministerial official. Let me tell you, early this morning, your negative text messages were overwhelming. I'm afraid you are the only one.
Being kept in the dark.”
"It's a text message again, it's a bit childish." Chen Qingyun disagreed.
Yang Cihang hated the fact that iron cannot become steel: "Qingyun, be careful when sailing for ten thousand years. These text messages are obvious slander, but their influence cannot be underestimated. If you don't believe it, I will read a few to you."
After only listening to a few words, Chen Qingyun couldn't relax anymore.
"Chen Qingyun is dictatorial, likes to speak out, and his style is very domineering."
"To uncover Chen Qingyun's ugly face, we must start with the women around him."
"A typical leader with a pig-footed attitude, Chen Qingyun will not let go of any of the beautiful female colleagues around him."
"If the party is united and opposed, whoever works with Chen Qingyun will be unlucky."
"When Chen Qingyun is the Organization Minister, except for the Sequoia Department, cadres from other places can't even find a temple to cry."
Having reached a state of transcendence, these text messages could not affect Chen Qingyun's state of mind, but he had to express extreme indignation.
"It's too much. How is the provincial party committee going to deal with it?"
Yang Cihang said helplessly: "Secretary Shi has strictly ordered the Internet Supervisory Team to find out who is behind the scenes. There are only three days left before the Provincial Congress, so we must seize the time to do positive publicity and recover the impact."
Chen Qingyun knew very well that the actions of the mastermind behind the scenes had probably angered Shi Wendao. On the surface, the text messages were all directed at him, but in fact they were a provocation to the entire provincial party committee team. Only Shi Wendao could bear it.
Strange.
"I'm causing trouble to Secretary Yang." Chen Qingyun didn't want to accompany Yang Cihang and sighed: "There are still some trivial matters at the meeting, so I'll leave first."
Before returning to the office, Chen Qingyun received a call from Ding Chui and rushed to the Zhenliu Cafe on Binhu Road.
"What's so mysterious?"
"Boss, in the sky above Chengdu, information about you is flying all over the sky. Are you so slow that you don't even know this?"
Chen Qingyun smiled and said: "When did you care so much about me?"
"Boss's words are really unreasonable. Ding Zhui will always put your affairs first." Ding Zhui complained: "I got your negative information last night and immediately captured the source in China. I found that the source of the text message was in the United States, and asked
Bai Xue helped, and after getting the exact information, he reported it to the boss as soon as possible, but the flattery ended up being slapped on the horse’s legs.”
Hearing Bai Xue's news, Chen Qingyun's eyes lit up: "What did Bai Xue say?"
After Bai Xue returned to the United States, she severed contact with Chen Qingyun.
Ding Chui said mysteriously: "It's all the China Institute of Economic Research in the United States that is causing trouble."
"I see, this is your opponent helping you." Chen Qingyun understood that Ding Chui was so interested that he was trying to make his own plans, but he didn't care: "Okay, I won't hold anything back if there is any use for me.
Hand, are you satisfied?"
Ding Chui was overjoyed: "Boss, I've been waiting for your words."
Three days later, the Provincial Congress was held as scheduled. Chen Qingyun, the general person in charge of the conference, came to the venue early and stood at the entrance of the venue, shaking hands with each representative one by one.
Behind him stood four or five people accompanying him: Qiu Quan, Su Yuping, the captain of the Provincial Political Security Corps, Yuan Yuan and Ye Fei.
There were several figures hiding in a hidden place in the distance, nervously watching Chen Qingyun's every move.
Suddenly, the armed policeman who was checking the representative's certificate in front stopped an old farmer with a stooped figure and a dirty look on his face. The two sides started arguing, and the old farmer seemed very excited.
Chen Qingyun, who had heard clearly, quickly stepped forward to stop the armed police who were about to drive away the old farmers: "Comrade, I am the general person in charge of conference affairs. Leave this matter to me."
The armed policeman looked up and immediately saluted: "Hello, Chief." After saying that, he went to check the documents of other representatives.
Chen Qingyun first shook hands with the old farmer: "Old Party Secretary, you may have lost your representative card. It doesn't matter, I will replace it for you later." Then he turned around and said, "Qiu Quan, go to the conference affairs team and give Party Secretary Zhang your representative card immediately."
The old farmer said excitedly: "You are Minister Qingyun, do you know me?"
"How dare Qingyun not know about Xuzhou's famous international rice farmers."
"No, we have never seen it before." The old farmer was stubborn and insisted on explaining the reason.
Chen Qingyun had no choice but to admit honestly: "You don't have to have met in person. Qingyun knows all the nearly two thousand representatives of the provincial congress."
"Minister Qingyun, do you know me?" Chen Qingyun's words aroused the curiosity of all the representatives, and those excluded from behind asked questions in unison.
Chen Qingyun shook hands with the representatives one by one again.
"Yizhou Wang**, a teacher from Yinan County No. 1 Middle School."
"Yizhou Geng**, Secretary of the Party Committee of ** Town."
"Zeng **, a famous surgeon, has a knife to climb the market."
…
Chen Qingyun named the names, occupations, and positions of dozens of representatives one after another. All the representatives fell into excitement. The comments about Chen Qingyun were like a cool breeze, blowing through the entire venue.
Chen Qingyun didn't pay attention to this. He still stood at the entrance of the venue, shaking hands with the representatives and greeting them one by one.
A hearty voice sounded in the team: "Minister Qingyun has a good memory, you won't forget me."