After reading the information, Xue Xiang did not move blindly, but found the address book and called Lu Zhenyu's office.

He was deeply impressed by this witty Commissioner Lu. He deliberately or unintentionally supported himself several times at yesterday's meeting. Although he was not clear about the hidden truth, he also guessed that it must be exactly the same as the Minister of the Propaganda Department who supported him when he was in Xiaoshan. It must be a human relationship.

After all, it is impossible to hide the news about Xue Xiangxia Dejiang for a long time. The Xue family has a wide circle of contacts. If you are willing to make a good relationship, it is normal to ask the vines extending to Dejiang and help them.

Lu Zhenyu didn't say it, and Xue Xiang was unwilling to go into it.

He just needs to know that at present, this Commissioner Lu is the only one who can borrow strength in Dejiang.

The phone was about to go through soon. It was not Lu Zhenyu who answered the phone, but a young man's voice. After Xue Xiang confessed his identity, he was enthusiastic and first reported his identity. It turned out to be Lu Zhenyu's secretary Xiao Zhao. Later, he said that Commissioner Lu went to Shuntian to collect debts last evening, and Commissioner Lu explained it when he went there. Assistant Xue had something to do, just tell him to do it.

Xue Xiang did not expect that Kong Fango's majesty would come to Yu Si. He issued an order yesterday afternoon. Lu Zhenyu, the decent deputy commissioner, went on a hurry in the evening. It is conceivable where the other commissioners have gone at this moment.

Xue Xiangxiao said, "Secretary Zhao, I have nothing else to do. This is not a new task delivered by the organization. I asked me to urge the debts of those small factories. Not long after I arrived, I was not familiar with the local situation, so I wanted to ask Commissioner Lu for some information."

Xue Xiang said this and then answered it, "Don't say it, it's a coincidence. Commissioner Lu ordered me to sort it out yesterday. I asked me to take time to send it to you today. I have just sorted out Commissioner Lu's office and am about to send it to you. Your phone number is here."

Secretary Zhao came quickly and went quickly. Xue Xiang briefly looked through the information he gave, which was much more detailed than what Jiang Fangping provided. Of course, this detail was just a reference. For example, the thick piece delivered by Xiao Zhao not only covers many figures from each factory, but also describes the production and operation status of the factory.

If Secretary Zhao is looking for information, then Jiang Fangping will go a step further and do the work of summarizing information.

After carefully reading the information given by Secretary Zhao, Mr. Xue felt relieved. There was no way. Dejiang is now a mine formation for him. He had to be careful step by step and care about it all the time.

It is a fool to believe anyone rashly! How can you tell the information provided by Jiang Fangping is not fake.

If it is true or false, he will follow the number above and go to the factory manager to meet up with the person in charge of the factory. If he doesn't get caught, it will be strange if he gets ruthless.

Now, the two pieces are very different, but the core is average. Mr. Xue was relieved, and his trust in Jiang Fangping increased a little.

However, knowing the power of the horse will show people's hearts over time. Whether Jiang Fangping can believe this person and whether he can use it remains to be investigated later.

After searching the two documents, it was almost ten o'clock. It seemed that the news that he offended Kong Fangao had spread, or the quality of his assistant to the administrative department was really insufficient. He was in charge of education, tourism, hygiene, and family planning. None of them came to him. He was bored and found out the information accumulated in the cabinet. Then he picked a few useful documents and looked at them carefully for a while.

Just like that, he waved over in one morning, raised his hand to look at his watch, it was already half past eleven, and Xue Xiang put down the piece and went out for a meal.

Before he arrived at the cafeteria, he looked at it from a distance and was scared by the popularity in front of him. He thought that he had just arrived and had not had time to understand the local official style and people in Dejiang. At that moment, he had an idea and decided to go out for dinner. Anyway, the focus of his work in the past few days has been set, so he didn't want Kong Fango to treat himself with absent from work.

The matter has been decided, and he goes a little further, and he cannot see the real people's livelihood next to the prefectural committee compound.

He left the courtyard and looked for a bus stop nearby. After a few minutes, a bus arrived. He got on the bus and picked up a window seat. Following the vehicle, he looked at the street market and looked for a distinctive museum.

Now, reform and opening up has entered its sixth year, and the national economy and people's livelihood have undergone earth-shaking changes. This is especially precisely reflected in the people's outfits.

Now, in the past few years, the national defense green everywhere has been eroded by all kinds of clothing, especially young people, who are especially young people in the city, and are always at the forefront of the times, and the changes are naturally the most huge.

At this moment, young people on the street can no longer see military uniforms. The most are bell-bottom pants, bat shirts, plaid shirts, boxer shorts, and some of them are flamboyant. They simply put their shirts around their waists, and put a toad mirror on them, leaving long hair comparable to women, swaying across the market.

On the surface, you can see bands holding broken acoustic guitars everywhere, roaring in the world with the music sounds from the cracker on the side.

What is even more shocking is that street fighting will happen almost at any time. Without a single stop, Xue Xiang saw the fight. The most fierce ones were fighting with dozens of people on both sides. What's more, some people held machetes in their hands, and blood was splattered. As soon as the alarm bell rang, the group of people quickly scattered again.

After about twenty minutes of riding, it was already a little far away from the prefectural committee. Looking at the land sign, it seemed that it had arrived at the suburb of Baofeng District, where the prefectural committee was located. Xue Xiang did not plan to get off the bus. He thought of walking around the city by taking the bus. Unexpectedly, the car turned a corner and suddenly saw the four big words "Dejiang Steel Factory" of a factory more than two meters northwest. With a thought, he got off the bus at the nearby platform.

A few steps westward will be a narrow alley. To the west of the alley is Dejiang Steel Factory and to the east is a vegetable market. The alley with more than meter is itself a catering gathering area, five restaurants, several roasted wax shops, and several simple poles with piles. It is piled up inside. From a distance, there are no tall buildings, nor painted buildings, and there are no painted buildings. But it is lunch time, and the people who eat and drink are filled with people's voices, making the smoke full of smoke. Before we get close, the strong aroma of meat and spicy in the air continues to tease people's appetite.

Mr. Xue walked in the alley, looked at each meal, and finally sat down on a shoulder pole stall on the easternmost side of the alley.

Xue Xiangxun sat here, but he found out what the food here was strange, it was just a memorial attack on ancient times.

Because of this kind of shoulder pole stall, he was only seen in martial arts novels in the past, but in reality it was the first time. It is said that this kind of shoulder pole stall specializes in the deliciousness of the ancestral tradition, so he naturally had to try it out.

The old couple in charge of the booth stall where Xue Xiang'an was sitting was both around 60 years old. They were not only friendly but also cleaned up neatly.

Originally, there were five shoulder pole stalls here. He chose this one alone. In addition to the old willow tree located at the entrance of the alley, it was ventilation and shaded, and more importantly, the stalls in this store were the cleanest and did not make a mess like other people.

Xue Xiangfang sat down on a bench near the old willow tree. The old woman came up with a cup of tea and asked with a smile: "This guest, wait for a while, just ha!"

Xue Xiang was about to say, I haven't ordered food yet, and I know I'm a bitch. This kind of shoulder pole stall, with a shoulder pole and two bamboo baskets, can carry the simplest restaurants all over the world. Where can I have room for food? It must be a specialty food.

At this moment, he had to pretend to be an expert and responded with a smile.

The sun at noon gradually became fiercer. Fortunately, it was the wind here, and under the tree, several people hugged the old willow tree, thick and thin, with dense branches and leaves covering the shade of the same size in a small room. The breeze came, and the willow branches swayed lightly, making the coolness. Xue Xiangxian sat under the tree, drinking a big bowl of herbal tea, listening to the hustle and bustle of the city, and feeling comfortable. He didn't expect that he could be quiet and free.

With a light sound, a ball of white greasy lard the size of a pigeon egg was scooped from the small clay pot into a dark pan the size of a pair of palms.

The flames were in full swing in the small red mud stove. In a flash, the ball of oil was refined. The old man skillfully took out various bottles and jars from the bag and added them to the pot until a large handful of red peppers cut into centimeters in length was put into the oil pan, and an astonishing aroma burst out. Even Grand Master Xue, who had strong self-control, couldn't help swallowing.

As early as when the old man was taking things out of the bag, he knew that he had chosen the right meal time this time, because those bottles and jars must be hidden in tricks. Otherwise, why would the old man have to put them in the bag? Otherwise, wouldn't it be convenient to put them on the table aside and take them at will?

This is like the treasure bag of Lao Yao, and it must have something to match with.

At this moment, the strange fragrance came. Mr. Xue really felt that it was really in vain to find this place to eat after spending his time.

Seeing that the old man had prepared the seasonings, the old woman also started to move on, but when she saw her take out a bowl from the bamboo basket on one side, scooped it up with boiling water, then she uncovered the huge tin pot on the red mud stove on the other side, and used a large spoon to scoop out most of the bowl of meaty soup that could not be seen clearly. Later, she soaked the sesame cakes cut on the chopping board into the sea bowl. Then, the old man poured the oily and fragrant seasonings into the sea bowl. Finally, the old woman put the chopped green onion and garlic sprouts into the bowl, served them in a tray, and served them on the table.

"I heard that this guest is not from Shuzhong. This is my ancestral donkey and ripe sauté cake. It is very famous in Baofeng. You can try it!"

The old woman identified from her accent that Xue Xiang was not a local, so she promoted her own sign. (To be continued)

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