"You are so old that you sighed."

Xue Laosan smiled, picked up the big red robe, sniffed, and said coldly: "I haven't heard from the Peach Blossom Fan that he has raised a tall building and a banquet for guests. Is 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 chief was making a cramped idea.

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At about 1:00 p.m. on October 7, 1983, twenty or thirty men and women were vigorously "exercising".

"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 this table three times. This is when the chandelier is on it, it falls..."

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, the three buttons on his snow-white shirt were exposed, and his hair was combed on the hairspray, and it 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, his throat was almost slashed. 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 Room 3, 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 move the table, so he had to change the conference room for a meeting.
Chapter completed!