Formation

Song Zugui's passionate words were a helping hand in the blizzard, which moved Zhang Che very much.

While he was moved, he also thought to himself that he was not worth enough. In addition, Song Zugui, Song Kun, and Commissioner Kong had to think about it seriously. After all, if he couldn't get up, Song Kun could not get up. Song Kun could not get up. Song Zugui must have responded in his heart. Although his position on his side was low, he was the absolute confidant of Commissioner Kong. He was in charge of his own people. Together, he might not be able to beat the left secretary.

When he thought of this, he could be said to be in a desperate situation. In an instant, Zhang Che's gratitude to Song Zugui was like a vast river, and it was hard to stop.

He grabbed Song Zugui's big hand, "Brother Song, I, Zhang Che, have you brother. Don't worry, Song Kun's business is mine. As long as my business is done, I will fight my life to support Song Kun."

Bang,

Song Zugui slapped heavily on the table, picked up the teacup, and said to Zhang Che: "Then let's use tea instead of wine, and have a drink!"

Zhang Che picked up the teacup and sent it forward with force. With a clang, the two teacups with both ears piercing each other collided heavily, splashing countless times.

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Just as Zhang Che and Song Zugui were in a bloody alliance, the news of the Party and Government Joint Meeting of the Prefectural Committee and the Administrative Affairs Office had already spread throughout the Prefectural Committee Courtyard like a frontline hunt, and immediately countless people started to move.

Because in this officialdom, the officialdom has always been like a city and the official talisman is like a fire.

He had a clear eyebrow and no one knew who was held for and why. It was obvious that Assistant Xue had no good ending this time and had to go on and "rest" for a while and wait for the "rest". Whether Assistant Xue is still in Dejiang or not, he would not be able to sit as the assistant of the specialist, anyway.

In the officialdom, there are always radishes and pits. Commissioner Xue, a radish that ranks quite high in the Dejiang officialdom, moved immediately. The series of radishes below had to be moved. What a big move?

Who doesn’t want to get a share of this personnel change?

In addition, the news came suddenly, unlike the past transfer, and there was already news, so there was plenty of time for competitors to have.

This time was tight. No one was ready, and news suddenly burst out. The hour before the meeting naturally became a golden time and critical period for activities among all parties.

For a moment, the famous leaders were like a lantern, raising relationships, showing the center, and complaining, and thousands of people were all faced. The original ecology of the officialdom was revealed at this moment.

The cars from the districts and counties below were piled up one by one to the parking lot in front of the prefectural committee compound, and in a short while. In the Quandejiang area, the cars from the two districts and four counties almost failed to fill the parking lot, making it as if welcoming the new secretary to take office.

Dai Yubin pulled up the curtains with a hatred and sneered, "Long, I really don't understand what you are doing with tucking. We have obviously completed impossible tasks. If we should be awarded, we should show it out with gaze. You must cover them. Look, look at the villains outside. They jumped up and down, and really treated us as flesh on the sticky board. I couldn't see them. When I opened the water for you, those villains saw that my nose was not a nose, my eyes were not an eye, and my words were sarcastic. Even Lao Zhang, who was in charge of sweeping the floor in the logistics department, dared to get in my team. Life was like a dream, and the officialdom appeared!"

"You are so young that you sighed like this."

Old Xue smiled, picked up the big red robe, sniffed, and said coldly: "I haven't heard from the Peach Blossom Fan that he has a tall building, and he is watching him entertaining guests, and he is seeing his building collapsed? Without the building, how can the building collapse? If the guests don't come, who will show this building collapse?"

Dai Yubin lowered his head, thoughtful, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face. He had already guessed that his eldest son was making some cramped ideas.

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At about 1:00 p.m. on October 7, 198, twenty men and women were vigorously "exercising" in the conference room of the prefectural committee.

"Old Ma, Lao Ma, how is this lamp hanging? It shaking and it's so terrifying. It's still on the conference table to be careful. What do you want to do? Hurry up, hurry up, fast, tighten it for me."

"Secretary-General, it's fine. The top is nailed tightly, and there will definitely be no problem. It's because Xiao Huang is strengthening the last bracket."

"Don't talk to me, hurry up and stop this chandelier swaying in front of my eyes!"

“Yes, yes, right now………”

Lao Ma, deputy director of the Comprehensive Office of the General Office of the Prefectural Committee, quickly responded in a series of voices, personally climbed the ladder, and scolded Xiao Huang.

"Xiao Song, Song Changming, what are you rubbing? Look at how you wipe the table. I can wipe off two taels of mud with one hand."

"Secretary-General, I have wiped all this table. This is when the chandelier is on it, it's a new drop..."

Xiao Song had a bitter face and puffed his mouth to explain, but suddenly he saw the Secretary-General's scarlet eyes staring at him. All the explanations were swallowed suddenly. He quickly changed into a new rag, rushed over, and said hurriedly: "I'll wipe, I'll wipe, I'll wipe, I'll wipe, I'll wipe, keep it to satisfy you."

"Carpet, carpet, who is responsible for carpet..."

The Secretary-General waved his eyebrows again, pointed to the carpet, and scolded him. In the cool weather, all the buttons on his snow-white shirt were exposed, and his hair was combed on the hairspray, and he was shaking. Several of the strands collapsed. This looked like a professional orator.

After another harsh voice, another unlucky person in charge said, and began to scold his subordinates desperately and quickly adjust according to the Secretary-General's request.

To put it in detail, half an hour ago, Yang Yu, a member of the Prefectural Committee and Secretary-General of the Prefectural Committee, led the large army to arrive here, and began a series of hoarseness. After half an hour of nitpicking, he almost slashed his throat. He quickly picked up the pre-prepared Pang Dahai and drank it into his mouth.

There is no way, who said that this meeting arrangement is so urgent? In addition, this is probably the first joint meeting of the Party and Government of the Prefectural Committee and the Administrative Affairs Office held by Yang in his career as Secretary-General of the Prefectural Committee. Because there are many participants, the conference tables in the No. 1 and No. 2 meeting rooms that were commonly used in the past could not accommodate them.

Originally, this No. 2 conference table could not accommodate participants, so he just had to move the conference table in this room to over. But Yang Wei knew that Secretary Zhou loved studying Marxism-Leninism, but in fact, he loved studying Feng Shui even more. He did not dare to move the conference table in this conference room. He had no choice but to change the conference room for a meeting.

But this conference room has not been used for a long time. Although it is not so dirty that it requires such a large number of people to clean up, the high specifications and the number of people participating in the meeting this time are rare. How dare Mr. Yang not pay attention to it? (To be continued)

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