Just as Cao Xiaobao sighed, Xue Xiang picked up ******* again: "You can still laugh. Look at this. This is Comrade Wang Dajun's account book. There are a few pounds of salt and vinegar on it. I won't read it anymore. I won't talk about the typos. How could someone's account book appear in the documents of the Propaganda Department? It's enough to get a strange and strange news. Comrade Wang Dajun, tell me, you handed me your account book, do you want to report the difficulties of life to the organization and help the organization? However, I think your account book is full of chicken, duck, fish and meat, and you will be celebrating your teeth every now and then. You have a very high standard of living."

Wang Dajun was also one of the four unlucky people. When Xue Xiang talked about Cao Xiaobao, he was the happiest. The reason was that the circle formed by the four of them was full of contradictions, and they were all stuck in Zhang Jinsong. Cao Xiaobao was the most inconsistent with him. But he didn't know that the laughter had stopped, and bad luck fell on him again.

At this moment, Wang Dajun was in horror. That day, Zhang Jinsong said he wanted to use Wenshan Paper Sea to fill Xue Xiang to death, so that he could retreat. Wang Dajun tried his best to find the documents. In order to get too much, he was so anxious that he actually put his account book in. Like most of the family members at that time, Wang Dajun was afraid of life and had a problem of keeping accounts. Whether it was needlework or buying meat and giving gifts, they were all recorded one by one.

In theory, even a household account book, Wang Dajun didn't have to panic, but this kid was crazy about accounting, writing all the big money and small things on it. Originally, he was a small-scale cadre, and no one gave him gifts at all, but he couldn't resist giving gifts to others, and the person he gave gifts was sitting here. It was Zhang Jinsong.

Of course, Wang Dajun gave him a great gift, just two pig heads. It was the two pig heads a few months ago that made him the leader of the material department. At this moment, the official style and people in the major aspects were extremely positive, and they were extremely sensitive to gifts and bribery, and there was a shortage of material resources nowadays. Especially meat products, these two pig heads were in the hands of those who were interested, and they could not hold them back and could really make up the problem.

At this time, Wang Dajun looked at Xue Xiang tremblingly, and sometimes sneaked at Zhang Jinsong, his mind was in a mess.

Zhang Jinsong was originally sitting safely. Even if Xue Xiang picked out some of the problems in the document, he didn't believe that Xue Xiang could finish reading all the documents of more than ten kilograms. Besides, Xue Xiang had previously stabbed the boat and criticized the entire Propaganda Department for being scattered. Isn't this a disguised way to push the "people's hearts" to his side, and he is sure to win.

But at this moment, Wang Dajun's sneaky eyes flashed, and Zhang Jinsong suddenly felt a sudden stern in his heart. He knew Wang Dajun too much, he was a guy who was stubborn until his death. He valued promotion more than life. There were only two situations when he showed this expression. One was that Xue Xiang took away the tangible evidence, which was related to the official position. But Xue Xiang just now mocked him for handing over the family account book as a document, and there was nothing else. No, no, the family account book, two pig heads, were broken, broken...

Zhang Jinsong instantly connected the twists and turns. He suddenly changed color and looked at Xue Xiang along the light. No matter how he looked, he felt that the curve at the corner of his mouth was a bit unfathomable.

If Xue Xiang really found the secrets of Zhang Jinsong and Wang Dajun in the account book, it was not really a big deal that Xue Xiang was thinking about it. He was interested in seeing others' secrets. It was because Wang Dajun's accounts were remembered too clearly. At that time, when Xue Xiang opened it, he just thought it was because he saw the accounting statement. This guy recorded the accounts, and he divided them into categories, uses, fees, and who to give them. He also listed them in a list. As soon as Xue Xiang glanced a few times, he found that Zhang Jinsong's name was listed.

To be honest, Xue Xiang really didn't think there was anything wrong with giving two pig heads. He never thought about using pig heads to get Zhang Jinsong. It was not because of such a despicable act, but he really couldn't use it at all. He had a good plan in his heart and could defeat him with a dignified formation. Why do he need to make these secrets?

"There are 123 documents on the desktop, and I have carefully read them all. Now I will send them to everyone to see what I said about the free and casual style of the propaganda department. Is it because I made it out of thin air?" Xue Xiang put the documents in front of him forward. Li Li, the deputy director of the propaganda department seated next to him, carefully took over, looked up at the heads of the table, as if he was estimating the number, then took down three copies and put them in front of his seat, got up and hugged the documents, walked around the table, and sent more than one hundred documents, three copies, and four copies.

Zhang Jinsong naturally got a few books, and he was already panicked at this moment. Seeing Xue Xiang doing this, he obviously read all these more than 100 documents in just five days.

With the last luck, Zhang Jinsong opened the top book and browsed it. This browsed, and the last trace of luck was strangled to death. But he saw that there were red and blue pencils on dozens of pages of the file, and there were typos that were modified with red pens, and there were inconsistent sentences that were drawn with blue pens. If there were only one or two places, it would be said that Xue Xiang was bluffing, but these 100 bright red small calligraphy and bright blue lines really proved that he had read the whole article through.

Zhang Jinsong nervously flipped through the remaining three books, and his movements were extremely flustered, making the table look at him.

Xue Xiang said: "Comrades, look at these documents and think about it. Is it still wrong for me to say that everyone is casual in style? As for Comrade Zhang Jinsong, saying that I sleep in broad daylight and why I sleep in broad daylight, I won't say it now, I guess everyone has already understood it."

Seeing everyone nodding mechanically, Xue Xiang turned his head and asked Zhang Jinsong: "Comrade Zhang Jinsong, I believe you should understand it too?"

The latter's heart was already in a mess at this moment. He was worried that Xue Xiang would reveal the matter of the two pig heads, and was disappointed that his plan was broken by Xue Xiangwan. He could not hear what Xue Xiang said.

Xue Xiang ignored Zhang Jinsong and slapped the table: "Our Propaganda Department has 31 comrades who actually asked me, the secretary in charge, to stay for five days and five nights to help you correct typos and make sentences! Such efficiency and such dispersal behavior are still rooted in the original management team. Can it be done without changing it? Can it be done without adjusting the division of labor!"

Originally, two points that Xue Xianghong had made clear - criticizing the propaganda department for its scattered style and adjusting the division of labor of the team, which was a sequence of progressive, from cause to effect. At this time, he put dozens or hundreds of problem documents from the propaganda department on the table, and there was a living evidence, no one could tell him how to adjust the division of labor of the team.

As Xue Xiang scolded, everyone was silent! Those who were ashamed also realized that they had been doing too much on weekdays; those who became old men thought that they had been like this for more than ten years. I see that no one in the department was talking nonsense, why did you, Xue, say that you can't do it when you come.

No matter how much I think about it, no one dared to jump out and touch Xue Xiang's brow at this time. Minister Zhang, who was not so arrogant, was already slashing his neck and let Secretary Xue Da wave his steel knife and cut it straight down.

"Okay, the work style of the department needs to be rectified. First, start with the leading cadres. Now I will arrange the division of labor in the department. Comrade Li Li is in charge of document review and financial declaration; Comrade Qiu Ming is in charge of materials and editorial review; Comrade Wang Yan is in charge of logistics support……………….”

Xue Xiang chose a new head and mind for the 20th or 30th people of the Propaganda Department. All of these five and six people were the six people who had asked to move the table before, without placing the name. At this time, I wonder how many people gritted their teeth and regretted their blunt hands and slow feet, and I wonder how many people secretly scolded Xue Xiang for being nepotist...

If Xue Xiang really means being nepotistic, of course, this relative is not a relative of his relatives, but a close relative, and appointing those who are willing to get close to him, Xue. Of course, Xue Xiang has his own difficulties. After all, he has almost no one available in the Propaganda Department, so it is not something that can be decided in a short while. The current important task is to completely entrain the Propaganda Department, so the most important thing is to use it, not someone who can do it.

Just when the person who got the official was glad, the person who lost the official was regretful, and the person who lost the official was upset, Zhang Jinsong slapped the documents in front of him and stood up: "Xue Xiang, don't go too far. I am still the director appointed at the Youth League Committee Secretary's meeting. You have no right to dismiss my position!"

Originally, Zhang Jinsong had already admitted his defeat in his heart and decided to let Xue Xiang first game, intending to find another opportunity to attack. However, Xue Xiang was ruthless and even made the Propaganda Department come to an end. How could he bear it?

Xue Xiang raised his eyebrows and said slowly: "Comrade Zhang Jinsong, this is the Propaganda Department holding an office meeting, not a place for you to go wild! In addition, who has explained your position, tell me, who did you listen to?"

“This, this….”

Zhang Jinsong was in chaos and couldn't say anything. Xue Xiang didn't say anything, and he had no right to dismiss his position. But according to Xue Xiang's division of labor arrangements, what's different from dismissal? Zhang Jinsong was careless and even said what he was thinking. It made a big mistake.

Xue Xiang slapped the table and said in a cold voice: "What? From the beginning of the meeting, you Comrade Zhang Jinsong jumped around. Now, you are talking nonsense again. Is it because you are in poor health or absent-minded? If you are in poor health, I will give you a few days off and have a good rest. If you are absent-minded, then please submit a written review before 8 o'clock tomorrow morning! Okay, everyone will go to you and work hard. If anyone is not qualified for the job, I can give him a holiday and a break!"

After saying that, Xue Xiang went out on his own and forgot what his old man said before the meeting that he would give everyone a chance to speak freely. In fact, the meeting would have become a one-man show for him, Xue. If Zhang Jinsong hadn't snatched a few words, the conference might have become a briefing meeting.
Chapter completed!