Excellent little farmer

I sat in the car and lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, opened the door and walked out, walked around to the back of the car, opened the trunk, took out the big stone, looked at it for a long time, shook my head and said: "How can such a broken stone be able to cultivate one's emotions and cultivate one's sentiments?"

At three-thirty in the afternoon, the Range Rover slowly drove into a beautiful garden community. I parked the car, took the sandalwood box with me, followed Shang Tingsong, walked ten meters away, and turned into a residential building. , after going upstairs, Shang Tingsong stopped, smiled, and gently knocked on the door.

The door was quickly pushed open, and a kind-faced old lady appeared at the door. When she saw Shang Tingsong, she showed a warm smile on her face, hurriedly shook his hand, and said kindly: "It's Tingsong, are you okay?" It's been a long time since I've been here, come in quickly, the old man was still talking about you a few days ago, saying that you are doing well now, and his face is very bright."

"Aunt Jiang, I have to thank the old leader. Without his cultivation, I wouldn't be where I am today. Haha! Don't forget the well diggers when you are in trouble. I made a special trip to the provincial capital today to visit you and the old leader."

Shang Tingsong was polite and led me into the house and to the sofa in the living room. The old lady served fruits and melon seeds and put cigarettes on the table. Then she walked to the door of the study, opened the door, and greeted me with a smile. Said: "Old man, Tingsong is here."

A burst of hearty laughter immediately came from the study. A short but powerful old man appeared at the door of the study. He looked at the two of them with a smile. Shang Tingsong hurriedly grabbed the file bag and sandalwood box and walked away quickly. He went over and said respectfully: "Mr. Chu, I'm here to visit you."

The old man shook hands with him and said kindly: "Tingsong is here, sit inside."

Shang Tingsong entered the study, waited for the old man to sit down, then pulled up a chair and sat down, put the sandalwood box on the desk, opened it, took out the Longquan Phoenix Ear vase, and said with a smile: "Old leader, I know you like it now Antiques, I brought you a small gift, please accept it."

The old man's face darkened, and he said with great dignity: "Tingsong, I have told you a long time ago that you are not allowed to bring gifts to the door, but you just refuse to listen. Although I have withdrawn, I still have to abide by the rules and cannot accept expensive gifts. , this is a matter of principle, don’t be careless!”

Shang Tingsong hurriedly leaned over and said softly: "Old leader, don't get me wrong. This thing is a fake. I just bought it from the market for a few hundred yuan. I don't dare to give it a gift that is too expensive. I’m afraid of being criticized by you!”

The old man then smiled, picked up the Longquan Phoenix Ear Vase, played with it gently, and couldn't put it down. He nodded and said: "Although it is a fake, the workmanship is very fine, and it is not far different from the authentic one from the Northern Song Dynasty. , Tingsong is interested."

After hearing this, Shang Tingsong understood it, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and quickly changed the subject: "Old leader, are you feeling well recently?"

The old man nodded with a smile, put the Longquan Phoenix Ear bottle on the desk, and said somewhat reservedly: "It's okay. After all, I have retired. I just read books and newspapers every day. When I have time, I bring a few little ones with me. Go for a walk in the park, your life now is leisurely and free from disasters and illnesses."

Shang Tingsong nodded repeatedly and said with a smile: "That's good. You have worked hard for most of your life. Now that your merits are complete, it's time to enjoy the happiness of family."

The old man squinted his eyes, slapped his knees with his hand, and said with a smile: "Tingsong, I felt a little regretful before. When I left Qingyang, I should have taken you out, but some time ago, I heard that you did a good job, so I felt relieved. Okay, among these secretaries, you are the one I like the most. You have to work hard and don’t let me down."

Shang Tingsong sighed, with a look on his face that was at a loss for words. He hesitated to speak and said: "Old leader, you know that the situation in Qingyang is very complicated. It was like that ten years ago. Not only is it not the same now, The change has become more obvious.”

"Oh?" The old man took a sip of tea, put down the cup, looked at Shang Tingsong with gentle eyes, and said calmly: "What, are you in trouble?"

Shang Tingsong nodded lightly, opened his briefcase, took out a few letters from it, handed it over, and sighed: "The work is difficult. I just made some achievements, and before I could relax, I was attacked by both open and covert attacks." Come here, you’re really going to get blood!”

The old man glanced at him without saying a word. He took the letters, took out the letter paper, and read it carefully. After a few minutes, he threw down the letter paper and said calmly: "They are all nonsense. I know they are. Who is causing trouble behind this?"

Shang Tingsong shook his head and said with a frown: "I'm not sure, but judging from the report materials, this person should be familiar with government work, maybe a certain deputy mayor."

The old man stood up, clasped his hands behind his back, and walked around the study room. After a while, he stopped and said thoughtfully: "Has there been any response from the Qingyang Municipal Party Committee?"

Shang Tingsong nodded and said thoughtfully: "The leaders of the municipal party committee haven't talked to me yet, but since the Discipline Inspection Commission forwarded the report letter, it should have shown an attitude. At least for now, they still trust me."

The old man relaxed, returned to his seat, drank a few sips of tea, squinted his eyes and said, "Tingsong, you have no problem with your work, but you need to be more cautious in dealing with your relationships with your colleagues. , Don’t make enemies easily unless necessary.”

Shang Tingsong frowned slightly and analyzed calmly: "Mr. Chu, during this period, I have focused my work on the reform of state-owned enterprises and investment promotion. It may have touched the interests of some people unintentionally, and there is another The first possibility is that someone regards me as a competitor."

The old man touched his forehead with his hand and said calmly: "It is possible. I have also heard that the recent restructuring of Qingyang state-owned enterprises has been very good. A large satellite has been launched and has been registered in the province. In terms of attracting investment, You have also obtained hundreds of millions of investments, which proves that you are still very capable of working, but you acted a little too early and could easily become the target of public criticism."

Shang Tingsong smiled bitterly, nodded and said: "Old leader, to tell you the truth, I didn't want to be the first person, but sometimes the situation is so stressful that I can only bite the bullet, but I didn't expect that in just a few months, There are people who can’t stand Kung Fu and are trying every possible means to pull me down.”

The old man smiled slightly and said thoughtfully: "That's the problem. Your political achievements came too early and were too eye-catching. It's normal for some people to be jealous and want to throw some dirty water. .”

Shang Tingsong nodded and said worriedly: "We have just seen the signs now. If we let them continue, they may be more passive. However, we can't find out who did it, and there is no way to fight back!"

The old man thought for a while and then said in a deep voice: "Tingsong, don't worry. In a few days, I and a few old guys will go back to Qingyang to have a look and help you talk. I believe the Qingyang Municipal Committee will handle it properly. "

Shang Tingsong breathed a sigh of relief and said emotionally: "At critical moments, I have to rely on the help of my old leaders. Tingsong is really grateful."

The old man waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's okay. Although we people have retired, we still have to care about the development of our hometown. We should care and love young cadres like you even more."

After speaking, he picked up the cup, took a sip of tea, and asked casually: "How is Comrade Youbing doing in Qingyang? Do you have a tacit understanding with Comrade Li Weiguo?"

Shang Tingsong shook his head with a smile and said softly: "Secretary Li is still a little worried and unwilling to delegate power."

The old man put down his cup, frowned and said, "What are you worried about? Comrade Youbing is very mature politically!"

Shang Tingsong nodded and said with a smile: "The old leader is right."

The old man smiled faintly and said softly: "Tell me about Qingyang's situation, be more specific."

Shang Tingsong hurriedly took out the black leather notebook from his briefcase, and began to talk about the contents prepared in it in an orderly manner.

The old man sat on a back chair, squinting his eyes and listening, nodding from time to time, with an intriguing smile on his face.

After Shang Tingsong finished his report, he sat respectfully on the chair, ready to listen to the old man's teachings.

The old man did not express his position. He just raised his wrist to look at his watch and said softly: "Tingsong, come with me for a walk. Let's have dinner together later."

Shang Tingsong stood up hurriedly, nodded and said: "Okay, Mr. Chu."

The two of them left the study, and I stood up to greet them. I followed them downstairs and walked around the community for a while. Then the old man took out his mobile phone, dialed the number, and said in a soothing tone: "Aihua, there is something going on at home tonight." Guest, come here with Xiao Lu."

Shang Tingsong looked happy. When the old man called, he walked over and said softly: "Old leader, I heard that Comrade Lu Qingzhou has just made progress recently and became the director of the second cadre division of the Organization Department of the Provincial Party Committee. He has not yet Congratulations to you!"

The old man smiled faintly, waved his hand and said: "There is nothing to be happy about. The two sons failed to live up to their expectations and were overtaken by the son-in-law. When I mention this, I feel a little unhappy!"