Rebirth of the Rising Sun

The idea is good, but the reality is cruel. The appearance of Feng Sizhe and Zheng Defu made all his ideas go awry. How could he not hate them in his heart? He even thought that if he wanted to achieve his previous goal, there was only one way, which was to find a way to get Feng Sizhe and Zheng Defu out. Only if these two people left, there would be a lot of vacancies. If he tried harder, there was still hope for him to be a supervisor.

Zheng Qinghe spoke ill of Feng Sizhe for one purpose only, which was to find a way to squeeze Feng Sizhe and Zheng Defu and try to make them leave as soon as possible.

Now the big boss is obviously very dissatisfied with the arrival of these two people, which can be seen from the sentence "I don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is". As long as the big boss is unhappy this time, it is unrealistic for these two outsiders to stay here safely. You know, this is the capital province, and Ji Quanyong's words here are equivalent to an imperial decree.

"Boss, we are going to hold a standing committee meeting tomorrow morning. The main topic is for everyone to meet the new comrades. Do you think... is it okay?" Zheng Qinghe asked carefully. You know, in the past, whether to hold a standing committee meeting of the provincial party committee was up to Ji Quanyong. At that time, he was the secretary of the SW and had the power. But now he has retired and only has the identity of the director of the People's Congress. So, it is not necessary to inform him whether to hold a standing committee meeting. But the situation of Ducheng Province is here, and he must report it. Otherwise, it is not so easy for him to be the secretary general of the provincial party committee.

"It's my duty. Tell Chaoqi that I will go there tomorrow." Ji Quanyong nodded. Some work still needed to be done, even though it was just superficial work. Otherwise, if it got to the central government, he would be in the wrong.

Hearing the big boss say this, Zheng Qinghe nodded quickly, "Okay, I'll arrange it right away."

The next morning, in the small conference room of the Capital Provincial Party Committee Building, five minutes before nine, Feng Sizhe arrived at the door accompanied by his secretary Yin Fenglei.

Yin Fenglei handed the notebook to Feng Sizhe and then respectfully stepped aside. With his current status, he was not qualified to enter the meeting room, and among the secretaries, only Secretary SW's secretary, the so-called first secretary of the provincial party committee, had this power. But he knew very well in his heart that as long as he continued to follow Young Master Feng, this day would come sooner or later.

After Feng Sizhe took the notebook, he took a deep breath. He knew that this conference room represented the highest authority in Ducheng Province, and all major events related to Ducheng Province would be resolved here. This was also the first time he walked into such a conference room as the head of a province, so he was somewhat nervous.

After Feng Sizhe pushed open the door and walked in, there were already quite a few people in the conference room. Or it could be said that except for SW Secretary Xu Chaoqi and Provincial People's Congress Chairman Ji Quanyong, everyone else had arrived.

Originally, Feng Sizhe was considering coming in two minutes before the meeting. After all, he is now the governor. Although there is an acting word in front of him, he is still the second most important person in Ducheng Province. He should not come too early. If he comes too early, it will show that he has no status. If he comes too late, it will not be justified. So under normal circumstances, he will choose the most appropriate time to appear in this position. But this time it is his first time to attend the meeting, so he should come earlier. Besides, it is normal for him to come earlier at his age. The youngest person in the Standing Committee is almost fifty years old. People like him who are less than forty are very rare in Ducheng Province, not to mention in the whole country.

Feng Sizhe walked into the meeting room and immediately attracted everyone's attention. But it was just a matter of attracting attention. No one said anything or greeted him. This also shows that the capital province is actually somewhat repulsive to him. Of course, it cannot be said that no one took any action. For example, the executive vice governor Zheng Defu took the initiative to stand up and greeted Feng Sizhe.

But when Zheng Defu stood up and found that others were still doing what they were supposed to do, his face turned red. Sometimes it is like this, you have to consider the occasion when you flatter your leader. If no one else is interested and you are the only one flattering, it will be awkward. Now Zheng Defu is standing there awkwardly, not knowing whether to stand or sit.

Fortunately, Feng Sizhe spoke up in time to give him a way out, "Vice Governor Zheng, please take a seat. We will eat from the same pot from now on. No need to be so polite."

"Yes, yes." Zheng Defu smiled and sat down again. It can be said that he was very depressed at this moment. First, his plans for the inaugural speech yesterday were disrupted, and the long speech he had prepared was useless. Then, he was the first one to drink too much during the drinking contest. Even now, his stomach was still very uncomfortable. It was the first time for him to drink so much on an empty stomach. Now his behavior was regarded as flattery. It is conceivable that he could not be in a good mood.

He originally thought that he had left Kyoto and taken up the position of executive vice governor, which meant that he would hold great power. But now he realized that this was not the case at all. The officials in the capital province did not welcome him very much. He could not help but wonder if it was the right decision to come to the capital from Kyoto this time. If he still stayed in Kyoto, he would at least have the opportunity to choose where to go. But now, does he still have such an opportunity?

With thirty seconds left before the meeting started, footsteps were heard outside the meeting room, and then the door was pushed open. The first person who came into everyone's sight was Ji Quanyong, director of the Provincial People's Congress. Xu Chaoqi, the SW secretary, was indeed half a step behind the former secretary and walked in like a follower.

Secretary SW is half a step behind the director of the Provincial People's Congress. This situation may only happen in the capital province across the country. It can be seen that although the central government has appointed Xu Chaoqi as secretary, the person in power here is still Ji Quanyong.

Compared with everyone's indifference to Feng Sizhe just now, after Ji Quan came in, all the members of the Provincial Party Committee stood up, of course, except Young Master Feng.

It is an indisputable fact that all the Standing Committee members stood up to welcome Ji Quanyong. It can also be said to be an official rule in the Capital Province, and it is also a habit that everyone has described for a long time.

After seeing everyone standing up, Zheng Defu also raised his buttocks out of habit, but when he saw that Feng Sizhe had no intention of standing up, he didn't know why, but he sat down again. He was thinking, since Feng Sizhe, as an outsider, didn't have to stand up, could he do the same?

Zheng Defu, who had just been sitting, raised his head casually and was met with Ji Quanyong's very serious gaze. Somehow, his buttocks were instantly lifted up, as if there were nails on the seat, allowing him to sit down steadily.

As soon as he stood up, Zheng Defu's face looked very ugly. What was wrong with him? He stood and sat at the same time. How could he be so unprincipled? It's not like he had never met big leaders. As the former deputy mayor of Kyoto, he had more opportunities to meet big leaders and central leaders than anyone else present. It's said that his self-control should be very good, but for some reason, after arriving in the capital province, his heart had never been at peace for a moment. His current performance just reflected this real reality.

Zheng Defu stood up and looked curiously at Feng Sizhe who had been sitting steadily on the chair with an embarrassed look on his face. He thought in his heart that it seemed that his self-control was still not enough. Look at him, he was younger than himself, but he could not be afraid of any pressure and sit there unmoved. Just this skill was enough for him to learn for a while.

After looking at Zheng Defu, Ji Quanyong looked at Feng Sizhe, the only one who did not stand up. He was not very optimistic about this young man, and even looked down on him. Not long ago, he had kept Young Master Feng in the Public Security Bureau for a night. That time, the so-called Z Discipline Inspection Commission Inspection Office really came back empty-handed and lost face. Because of this incident, Ji Quanyong looked down on Feng Sizhe, thinking that this young man was nothing more than a person with some background and good luck, but not much real talent.

Once you form an impression of a person, it is not easy to change. For example, Ji Quanyong is now using his eyes to put pressure on Feng Sizhe. He believes that as long as he dares to look up, his eyes will force him to stand up.

But Feng Sizhe had seen through his tricks long ago. He knew very well that as long as he raised his head, he should stand up, even if it was out of respect for the old comrades. But because he knew this would be the result, Young Master Feng didn't even raise his head. I couldn't see everything, so naturally you can't use this matter to make a fuss.

Ji Quanyong stared at Feng Sizhe for a full twenty seconds. If we use martial arts as an analogy, he had already used a fierce move. The hateful thing was that Feng Sizhe did not respond at all. No matter how hard the wind and rain hit him, he would not move. In this way, this seemingly hurtful move was like hitting cotton. There was no point of force or effect.

The meeting couldn't go on like this forever. Seeing Feng Sizhe didn't respond, Ji Quanyong had a little anger on his face. However, as the SW secretary for such a long time, he was very good at keeping his temper. He knew when to get angry and when not to get angry. Just like at this moment, he was able to control his temper well and sat back in his chair.

Ji Quanyong sat down, and the other provincial committee members also sat down again. Everyone had seen what happened just now. Many people were puzzled by Feng Sizhe's performance, and some even sentenced Feng to death in their hearts. In their opinion, if he dared to argue with Ji Quanyong, it would be difficult to carry out his work in the capital. Some people had already begun to mourn for the new acting governor.