Rebirth of the Rising Sun

"Then I really have to thank Uncle Ding." Feng Sizhe hurriedly half-bowed to Ding Deren. Although his promotion to deputy director may not count, he did not expect that it would have a negative effect. He should be thanked for this. "Oh, by the way, Uncle Ding, since the establishment of the Preparatory Bureau is about to begin, can we transfer some people from all over the country? You know that this is how work is. If there is no suitable person around, the efficiency will be very slow. For example, I want to transfer Ding Qiang to the Preparatory Bureau. I personally think that with his ability, he should come here to exercise. The future of state-owned enterprises will be very narrow."

This is where Feng Sizhe is superior to ordinary people. Often, if you give him a sweet date, he will give you a watermelon in return. This is what it means to be a good person.

When Ding Deren heard Feng Sizhe say this, he couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart. This young man is really good at doing things. Indeed, he has always been worried about his son's future. It is precisely because he knows his son's ability that he first sent him to the state-owned enterprise to train for two years. But he didn't expect that this kid was not up to the task. Although his superiors took good care of him and gave him a managerial position, he was often late and left early. He didn't know how many times he got angry about this. He also thought about transferring him to work by his side. In fact, with his power, this matter is still very easy to do, but he is afraid that his son will not do well. Now, Feng Sizhe took the initiative to raise this issue, which means that as long as his son can come to prepare for the establishment of the bureau, then all other work should be handed over to Feng Sizhe. In this way, his son can really have a promising future. Wouldn't it solve a big worry for him?

"Well, Sizhe's suggestion is very good. I think it's feasible. But you don't have to tell me who you need. You just need to make a list, and then I will communicate with other units about the specific matters." Of course, Ding Deren couldn't directly say that he agreed to transfer his son to the Preparatory Bureau. Instead, he took a detour and asked Feng Sizhe to take the initiative to make a list. In this way, his transfer would not be considered as abusing his power.

This is often the case in official circles. Sometimes things that can be made clear in one sentence often require a lot of nonsense. This is also a kind of language art, a kind of performance art. If you learn this art well, you will naturally get twice the result with half the effort.

"Okay, thank you Uncle Ding. I will make a list when I go back." Feng Sizhe finally got such power in his hands, so naturally he would make good use of it. This was his chance to build his own Feng faction, and he would definitely not miss it.

"Well, go and get busy." As he sent Feng Sizhe off and looked at the young man's back, Ding Deren was wondering in his heart what kind of environment could create such a mature and smart young man. If his son could be half as good as this guy, he would be satisfied.

The news that the central government was going to set up a new preparatory bureau for foreign-funded banks quickly spread throughout Kyoto.

In the central government, each unit has internally appointed personnel and internally appointed positions and titles. Sometimes, before a position is vacant, there are already several people eyeing it. Once the position is vacant, everyone will rush to grab it. In such a situation, if there is suddenly an extra department and several more division-level positions, naturally someone will be eyeing them.

The Foreign Bank Preparatory Bureau given by Bao Jingguo is a deputy bureau-level institution. In addition to the deputy bureau-level director, there is also a deputy bureau-level director (director), office director (deputy director), reception director (deputy director), publicity director (deputy director), and liaison director (deputy director), a total of five department-level cadres, one director and four deputies. With so many positions vacant, they will naturally be targeted by interested people. The most important and most valued thing is that once this institution succeeds, it is very likely that when the institution is disbanded, these people will be promoted to a higher level. This is the greatest temptation, attracting more people to target these positions.

With so many people eyeing this position, Feng Sizhe is naturally the one with a headache. He really didn't expect that this temporarily established Foreign Bank Preparatory Bureau would be so popular and attract so many people to be eyeing it covetously.

First, I received a call from Xie Zhiyuan, a classmate from the Youth Class. He was returning to Beijing from the county town below as the Chinese New Year was approaching. When I heard that he was also in Kyoto, I called him and invited him to dinner, which was known as a classmate reunion.

Faced with the enthusiastic invitation of his classmates, Feng Sizhe naturally could not refuse and agreed to it immediately on the phone. After hanging up the phone, Feng Sizhe was thinking in his heart. He knew very well that his classmates did not get together in the morning but in the evening. They had to choose this time to get together. It was obvious that they were here for those few positions.

It's not that we can't reserve a few positions for classmates, but we can't use them all. Feng Sizhe is very clear about their weight. If someone is suitable for the position, he will certainly not be stingy, but if he is not suitable, Feng Sizhe must find a reasonable reason, otherwise the friendship between classmates will not only no longer exist, but they may even become enemies.

Night finally fell. Because it was a class reunion, everyone agreed not to bring family members, so Feng Sizhe did not bring He Shasha. Instead, he only took Li Shuang, who had just recovered from his injury, as well as Chen Hu, Wang Fanghua, and Wang Jiefang, and went to the Jinghua Hotel that Xie Zhiyuan mentioned.

The Jinghua Hotel is located in the prosperous area of ​​Kyoto City, not far from the internationally renowned Jingxi Hotel. Perhaps it is because of the Jingxi Hotel, or because the names of the two hotels are only one letter apart, the Jinghua Hotel is also doing very well. But to be honest, in terms of conditions and environment, the Jinghua Hotel is much worse.

Xie Zhiyuan was the host of the meal, and Feng Sizhe himself had nothing to complain about, as long as there was a place to eat and for classmates to chat together. Feng Sizhe himself was not particularly particular about food, so naturally he would not say anything about where to eat.

When Feng Sizhe arrived at Jinghua Hotel and came to the private room that Xie Zhiyuan mentioned, he saw the faces of several classmates that he had not seen for a long time. Looking at these people, Feng Sizhe was in a good mood. They were all good classmates with whom he had a good relationship, and there were no other strangers, which made him feel a little better.

"Haha, Sizhe is here, come in, come in, we've been waiting for you." As soon as he saw Feng Sizhe pushing the door and entering the box, Weng Houming, who was known as the big mouth in the class, opened his voice and shouted.

Following Weng Houming's voice, all the students present stood up. They were Zhang Wenjie, a good guy, Ye Zhong, whose family had a certain influence in the education field, Yuanyuan, who was working in the Central Propaganda Department, and today's host, Xie Zhiyuan, who was already the deputy county magistrate in a county.

Feng Sizhe greeted the students one by one and shook hands with them one by one. It felt a bit like a leader meeting his subordinates.

It was true that, except for Xie Zhiyuan who was a deputy division-level cadre, all the others were section-level cadres. Of course, they had to be more respectful in front of Feng Sizhe, who was already a deputy-department-level cadre.

Feeling his classmates' attitude towards him, Feng Sizhe didn't know what to say.

He thought that they were all classmates, and getting together was just a gathering among friends, and everything should be casual. But now it seems that this possibility is not very likely. Even Xie Zhiyuan, who seemed very casual on the phone, now seems a little unnatural.

"Please take a seat, please take a seat, everyone." With no other options, Feng Sizhe had to ask everyone to sit down in the name of the leader.

In fact, it can be said that all the people present here have some background in Kyoto. Although their family influence is not strong, they should be considered to have seen the world, at least they have seen ministerial-level cadres. But they are still reserved when they see Feng Sizhe. This only shows one thing, that is, the aura of Feng Sizhe himself is not possessed by their peers. Perhaps at this moment Feng Sizhe's aura is not much worse than that of a deputy ministerial official, which gives the students a sense of oppression.

When Feng Sizhe arrived, the dishes could be served. Xie Zhiyuan called the waiter to arrange for him to serve the dishes, and then everyone took their seats and began to wait for the dishes to be served.

The waiter left, and suddenly no one spoke. Even the loudmouthed Weng Houming was silent, which made Feng Sizhe feel that the atmosphere was a bit awkward. "Haha, we are all old classmates and old friends, why are you all silent?" Feng Sizhe asked, not wanting to see such a scene.

"You are the leader, you speak first." Ye Zhong smiled and responded to Feng Sizhe.

"Yes, yes, you are the leader, you speak first. We will listen to you." The good guy Zhang Wenjie smiled and said with a somewhat unnatural expression.

The students obviously agreed with this opinion, and everyone looked at Feng Sizhe. Although some of them didn't speak, their meaning was very clear, they were waiting for Feng Sizhe to speak.

Feng Sizhe didn't expect the class reunion to be like this. How could this be called a reunion? It's clearly just a meeting.

Alas, Feng Sizhe sighed in his heart, raised his head, and looked at everyone's faces one by one, thinking that this layer of window paper would be broken sooner or later. Instead of letting these people stare at him eagerly, it would be better for him to say it out loud. Otherwise, he would not be able to stand this kind of atmosphere.

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