Excellent little farmer

The current municipal government office building in Qingyang City is an old building with a solid foundation and a simple and solid structure. The whole building exudes solidity from the inside out, making everyone who passes by look up at it. It is a tribute to power. Worship.

While Zhang Liangcai was leading everyone to carry out the bid evaluation work at Qingyang Hotel, Vice Mayor Shang Tingsong was sitting in his office, listening carefully and carefully to the work report of Lu Banghui, Director of the Health Bureau.

In the secretary's office area outside, Takami has been waiting at the door of the office. He has been sitting outside for nearly twenty minutes since he went in to refill tea for his boss and his brother-in-law.

When he thought about what he had entrusted to his brother-in-law, not knowing whether it would be possible or not, Takami sat in the chair scratching his head a little.

In the office, Shang Tingsong held a cigarette in his hand and listened with a smile. He was not tall, but he was very dignified. He was sitting on a swivel chair with his back on his back, his legs crossed naturally, and his right foot was lifted from time to time. lay down.

However, Lu Banghui, who was much taller than him, seemed much more respectful at this time. He sat slightly forward, put his hands flat on his knees, and spoke in a clear and low voice.

"Bang Hui, thank you for your hard work." After listening to Director Lu's report, Shang Tingsong leaned forward slightly, as if to express his politeness to Lu Banghui, and as if he was just flicking away the cigarette ashes, his movements were light and freehand.

When he heard Mayor Shang call himself Banghui instead of Director Lu, Lu Banghui knew that Mayor Shang was extremely satisfied with his recent work, so he smiled and said, "Director Wang is not here, so I deserve to work harder."

There was a hidden mystery behind his words. Reporting to Shang Tingsong was always the responsibility of the top leader of the Health Bureau, so there was no need to bother him, the deputy director. But now Director Wang Houlin is studying at the Party School, and Lu Banghui is in charge of the recent work of the Health Bureau, so he has the right to report to the leadership without hesitation.

In addition, it is rumored that after Wang Houlin finishes studying at the Party School, he is likely to be transferred to work elsewhere. Naturally, Lu Banghui, the deputy director, wants to win over him.

Although personnel appointments have always been made by the Municipal Party Committee Secretary, and Shang Tingsong is just a deputy mayor who is not even a member of the Municipal Party Committee Standing Committee, he is after all the city leader in charge of the Health Bureau and has certain rights to make suggestions. The Organization Department of the Municipal Party Committee will fully consider the opinions of the leader in charge, Shang Tingsong, when inspecting candidate cadres.

After the work report was over, the two chatted briefly. Shang Tingsong picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea, which was like serving tea as a farewell to the guests.

After a while, seeing that the other party had no intention of leaving, Shang Tingsong raised his head, glanced at him in surprise, and said with a smile: "Bang Hui, is there anything else?"

Lu Banghui smiled and nodded, and said in a low voice: "Mayor Shang, that's it. Director Meng of the Development Zone Management Committee and I would like to treat you to a meal... Haha!"

Shang Tingsong was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted. A few days ago, secretary Gao Jian vaguely mentioned to him that he wanted to be the deputy director of the development zone, meaning that Ye Qingquan would take over his shift. Unexpectedly, Gao Jian's brother-in-law came to act as a lobbyist today.

But what Shang Tingsong was thinking was very different from Gao Jian's previous thoughts. Although Shang Tingsong was optimistic about me, he didn't want to keep me around as a secretary. He thought I was a talent that could be developed, and he just wanted to get me to the development zone he was in charge of to train me so that I could be trained as soon as possible. Take charge of one's own side.

After putting down the teacup and glancing at Lu Banghui, Shang Tingsong thought for a while, then picked up the teacup again and said, "Director Lu, I'm afraid I won't be free during this time. There are too many things."

As soon as Lu Banghui heard the other party's tone and called himself Director Lu, he knew that this matter was probably out of reach. He didn't say anything more at that moment, but nodded as if to apologize, turned around, opened the door and walked out.

When he saw Gao Jian outside, he didn't chat with his brother-in-law as he usually did. He just frowned, looked at the other person, shook his head, and left quickly.

……

Gao Qirong was in a terrible mood now. He didn't know how to explain this matter to Ding Xingsong.

Not long after I got to work in the afternoon, I was consulting with colleagues from the Qingzhou Municipal Resources Bureau on the computer through QQ, and the office door opened with a loud "bang!"

Gao Qirong walked in with a gloomy face. When he heard my computer beeping, he poured his anger on me and said, "Xiaoye! What QQ are you on during working hours? Ah! Are you doing a good job at your work?" "

I was stunned for a moment by what Gao Qirong said, and I thought: Damn, I am also working, okay? I didn't play. But at this time, the leader was angry, so my explanation was all in vain, so I quickly logged out of QQ and stood up to admit my mistake.

Gao Qirong glanced at me sideways and saw that my attitude was quite upright and he didn't want to continue to find trouble, so he opened the door of his office, walked in, and slammed the door with a loud "pop!"

When I saw him getting so angry, a faint sly smile appeared on the corner of my mouth. After slowly sitting down on the chair, I thought that he should have gone to Qingyang Hotel to participate in the bid opening today. Now that he is so angry, he should not be so virtuous. Succeed?

I thought for a while, took out my phone and quietly sent a message to Mu Wanlan, asking: The old guy is back. He looks very angry. He probably didn’t help Ding Xingsong get the job done. Sister Lan, your company should win the prize. Already?

Mu Wanlan has also been paying attention to this matter. As soon as the results of the bidding were announced, she already knew that her company had won the bid. She was very happy at the moment, so she sent me a message to tell me about it. I was also happy for her.

Immediately afterwards, Mu Wanlan sent another message: Little brother, do you have time tonight? Come out and have a meal with your sister. I've been busy lately and haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you very much.

During this period, Song Jiaqi sometimes asked me to have dinner at night. I was worried that it would be bad if the time happened to happen, so I said vaguely: "Eat? I have a lot of things at work recently. I don't know if I have time. Let's talk about it after get off work. "

Gao Qirong sat on the boss's chair and kept cursing Ding Xingsong as an uneducated old man. I had revealed all the secrets of the bid to the other party, but I didn't expect that he would actually make such a broken bid. What could I do?

When he was about to get off work, Ding Xingsong called Gao Qirong. Gao Qirong looked at the number on the phone screen and frowned. He didn't know how to tell him about it. After thinking about it, he had to answer the call.

As soon as the call was answered, Ding Xingsong asked: "Boss, how are you? What's the result of today's bid opening? Is there no problem?"

Gao Qirong didn't explain directly, just said: "We'll talk about it when we meet in the evening." After hanging up the phone, he stood up, picked up his briefcase, opened the door and went straight out.

Seeing Gao Qirong's unspeakable expression, I couldn't help but laugh.

As soon as I got off work, Mu Wanlan sent a message asking me to go to Yipinxiang Seafood Restaurant. She went there first to wait for me.

When I was still hesitating whether to go or not, she sent another text message: Brother, do you want to accompany your girlfriend in that clothing store? Don't worry, Sister Lan just misses you and won't ruin your good deeds.

I was speechless. The other party was really a veteran, well-informed and considerate. What else could I say.

……

Gao Qirong asked the driver to take him home. As soon as he entered the door, his wife sneered and said sarcastically to him: "Hey! The Director-General didn't have any entertainment tonight! Do you still know to come back?"

Gao Qirong frowned and glared at his tigress-like wife, and said angrily: "Where was that box they sent last time?"

Tigress asked: "What box is it?"

Gao Qirong gestured with his hands and said loudly: "What else can it be? A money box!"

The tigress glared and asked, "What do you want that thing for?"

Gao Qirong said dejectedly: "Give it back!"

The tigress said in shock: "Why? There is no reason to return the money you sent!"

Gao Qirong waved his hand irritably and said sternly: "The matter is not done! If you don't return it to others, how can you explain it?" After saying that, he walked straight into the house, rummaged through the cabinets and found the suitcase in the closet, weighed it, and Go outside.

At this time, the tigress ran in from the living room, snatched it away, held on to the money box tightly, and said arrogantly: "No! I have never heard of someone spitting out the meat after eating it." reason!"

Gao Qirong was furious at the moment and said angrily: "You haven't helped others get things done and you still want to get money? Do you think those are good people? If you don't sue me to death, do you want to kill me?"

After hearing this, the tigress trembled with fright. Although she is arrogant, she is not stupid. She knows that the family's current prosperity is all earned by her husband's official position. If Gao Qirong is brought to trial, life will be difficult for their family in the future.

Thinking of this, the tigress' grip on the money box loosened unconsciously...