After carefully reading the prepared report materials, his resume and related information, Feng Keng took a deep breath.
In fact, he has already memorized these things in his mind. He has been preparing for this for the past few days and is just waiting for today.
It's not easy. It took him twenty years of hard work to get to where he is today. How much hard work and price did he pay for this?
According to the information he received, the leaders in the department will talk to him in the afternoon. If nothing unexpected happens, it may be discussed by the Standing Committee next week.
After walking to the window and pacing back and forth several times, Feng Keng still couldn't suppress the nervousness, excitement, and excitement in his heart.
This situation has not happened for many years. The last time I was promoted to the Municipal Party Committee Standing Committee, it was a natural thing. Although I was very happy, I was not too excited. But this time, it was almost an exceptional promotion. I had just served as deputy secretary.
Soon, he will take over as mayor.
Maybe I only felt this way when I was the county magistrate eleven years ago. Well, it is true. Over the years, I have gone from county magistrate to county party secretary, to deputy mayor, to municipal party committee standing committee member, to municipal party committee secretary-general, to municipal party committee standing committee member.
, Organization Minister, then assisted Tibet for training, and then came back to take over as deputy secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, suddenly there was such an opportunity.
"Feng Keng, formerly known as Feng Ziying, male, 45 years old, born in July 1974, native of Linqing, Shandong, full-time university undergraduate, started working in 1996, joined... in 1998, currently deputy secretary of the Hanxi Municipal Party Committee,
…”
However, it is not without variables. Feng Keng also knows that there are many candidates competing with him, and he is not the only choice, and everyone is very capable, so everything has not yet been decided, and everyone waits with bated breath for the final result.
However, he is not afraid of competition. After decades of career experience, from the most basic township mayor to his current position, what kind of work has he not done, what kind of world has he not seen?
Isn’t it just for this day that I wake up early and work hard at night, struggling and fighting hard?
He felt a little dizzy and shook his head. It might be because he worked overtime last night and didn't sleep well until early in the morning.
With one hand on the desk, Feng Keng slowly sat down.
There was a copy of "Cai Gen Tan" and a fat copy of "A Dream of Red Mansions" in front of him. Feng Keng subconsciously flipped through "Cai Gen Tan" and his eyes fell on it. "Living in the Xuan Mian, one cannot live without the smell of the mountains and forests; living under the forest springs
, need the economics of Huailang Temple.”
He frowned, why didn't this seem to be a good sign?
He put his hands together and opened the fat copy of "Dream of Red Mansions" again. During this period of time, he was just reminiscing about "Dream of Red Mansions". He had read 79 chapters.
The bookmark was sandwiched among them, and Feng Keng opened it casually, only to see a few words on the bookmark of ink and wash landscape, "Seeing him building a tall building, seeing him entertaining guests, seeing his building collapse...", he felt annoyed, why is this bookmark?
Are there some unpleasant words on the Internet?
I closed it casually, but a few pages fell down, and I happened to turn to the first chapter, "Everyone knows that gods are good in everything, but they can never forget their fame! Where are the generals of ancient and modern times? The pile of grass in the barren grave is gone...", today this
What's going on? Are these all these ominous things?
Apart from being upset, Feng Keng was also a little angry. Who is not a pile of waste graves in the end? In this case, why not work hard to find a wife and a shadow, and leave a name in history?
Useless people like Jia Baoyu still have pursuits, eating from the bowl and looking into the pot, wondering how good a bed would be if they had both Bao and Dai.
At one moment, I felt that Miaoyu came out of the mud but was not stained, and at the clearest ripples it was not demonic. At the next moment, I felt that the Xingxiu smoke was like wild cranes and idle clouds.
It's such a pity that Xiangling has returned to Xue Pan. Even the second sister-in-law and Keqing are charming and charming? Doesn't he wish that all the water could only soak him in the mud?
It's just that he doesn't have the ability to do that. It's not poverty that limits his imagination, but ability that limits his desire to control. He can't do it or can't do it at all.
Maslow's hierarchy of needs determines a person's level. Different people have different levels of pursuit. Once you cross a certain level, you will naturally pursue a higher stage. The so-called indifference to fame and fortune and seeing through the world are just the helplessness of the frustrated.
With all the excuses for evasion, who doesn’t want to take over the power of killing and lie drunk on the knees of a beautiful woman? Cao Xueqin really wants to play the role of Nalan Pearl. Well, of course it’s the early stage. Do you think he will downplay the glory of life and death and write this "Dream of Red Mansions"?
Closing the page with a sneer, the phone on his desk suddenly rang. He picked up the phone and heard a deep voice coming from the phone. Feng Keng immediately said respectfully: "Hello, Minister Zhang. I am, okay, okay, I understand."
Yes, it will be there soon..."
Putting down the phone, Feng Keng tried his best to control his ecstatic emotions and calm down, but he failed.
He took a deep breath, and suddenly he felt dizzy again, his vision went dark, and he instinctively sensed that something was wrong. He had three high blood pressures, especially high blood lipids. This was his biggest worry. He didn't expect that at this critical moment, he would have to
Hold on tight, you must make sure nothing goes wrong at this time, but your body slides down uncontrollably.
He subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab something, but he only grabbed the "Dream of Red Mansions". With a crash, the cover of the book was torn off by him. He grabbed the cover, and the patterns of ladies in palace clothes on the cover seemed to be all at once.
It became blurry, but the person slowly fell to the floor.