Mr. An's voice was soft, but it sounded like nine heavens of thunder in Xue Xiang's ears!

Xue Xiang, who studied the history of the Party and military history, knew very well the weight of this position. In history, the entire Battle of the Southern Conquest had a total of more than 600,000 troops, and the more than 600,000 were divided into two lines, east and west. The commanders of the two lines were all 55 generals, and the deputy commander was even the one who was most qualified among the commanders of the military region. Although Xue Anyuan was also a 55 general, in terms of qualifications and current positions, he would definitely be a bit of a pioneering place.

After Mr. An finished speaking, Xue Xiang didn't say anything for a long time. At this moment, although he had many clues in his belly, he was very clear. He knew that only Mr. An could not push Xue Anyuan to that position alone, and there must be the reason for the old leader. It must be that Mr. An pushed hard and obtained the old leader's approval, and finally passed. Of course, this does not mean that Mr. An's recommendation is not important, on the contrary, it is really too important.

Because the old leader's current status has almost surpassed the constraints of the faction, his eyes are naturally focused on controlling the overall situation, maintaining balance, and taking into account all-round interests. He cannot be petty and sticking to the faction and line up, and he cannot favor those who are obviously branded at this critical moment. Moreover, under the command of the old leader, Xue Anyuan is not the most outstanding person to be close to him. He cannot fall in love with him at first sight. At this time, Mr. An stood up and opened his mouth. How could the big bosses at the meeting not know where Xue Anyuan came from, and he also cared about the old leader's face. He could not control himself, and Mr. An's recommendation just gave the old leader the opportunity to go with the flow. Therefore, Xue Anyuan's rather bizarre appointment passed calmly.

However, Mr. An pushed Xue Anyuan here, and at the same time he gave up part of his interests. After all, he focused on balance in everything. It was impossible for Mr. An to push a deputy commander and then call a few generals. After thinking about this section, Xue Xiang realized that no wonder Xue Anyuan did not forget to call him and let him come to thank him. It was really a big deal!

Xue Xianghun passed through later generations, but he knew that after the Southern Expedition, the Republic had never used any wars. Since then, it can be said that swords and guns were put into the warehouse and horses were put into the Nanshan Mountain. For the common people, it opened the prosperous era, but for the soldiers on the battlefield, it completely ended the years of passion. Moreover, this Southern Expedition is almost a sure victory, and after the war, what kind of honor can a deputy commander get? It is unknown whether it is possible to ask.

Even though Xue Xiang's thoughts were heard, the thoughts took a long time. The old man An stopped him several times.

Suddenly, a blue spark burst out from the brazier. The hissing and Mingmiao charcoal fire pulled Xue Xiang out of his thoughts, "Old man, I..."

Before, he didn't know what happened, and couldn't figure out why Xue Anyuan wanted to let him come to the door to express gratitude, and he was still fighting with Mr. An. At this moment, he already understood the causes and consequences, and was full of gratitude. He wanted to say "Thank you", but he still couldn't say it.

The old man stroked his bare chin and waved his hand: "Okay, don't do this with me, get out of here. I'm so sleepy."

Xue Xiang no longer laughed and stolen. At this moment, he really wanted to digest the amazing good news, got up, bowed to the old man, and strode out.

Seeing Xue Xiang's tall back disappearing deep in the bamboo forest, Lao Wang, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke: "Chief, you will recommend Commander Xue at the time. What should we do if the people below us do? Not to mention others, even Comrade Jiang is watching this battle."

"What do you want? How can you fight so easily? I admit that this time I recommend Xue Anyuan. It is because of Xue Boss, but I am not a person who has been abolishing the public because of my own private. First, Xue Anyuan is a strong and powerful person. At that time, he was also a famous tiger general in the middle and wilderness. Although we dealt with the Southern Barbarians this time, it is a lion fighting rabbit, but one is not good. The hard bones of this rabbit can knock off the lion's big teeth. Can you not choose someone who can chew hard bones? Secondly, I also read the "Military Innovation Report" reported to the Military Commission in early October. The mountain combat was simply tailored for this southern expedition. It is really a great report. I am not sorry for using such a brave and resourceful person, both public and private." The old man stared at the blue fireworks burned from the olive shell charcoal in the basin, and his tone was very light.

Lao Wang saw that the old man's tea cup was empty, so he took the kettle and gave it to him: "Chief, what you said makes sense, but I always feel that your nomination this time is a little owed to Comrade Jiang and the others."

The old man raised his eyebrows: "What's the loss? I nominated them. Are they qualified to take that position?"

Old Wang was speechless, and Old Master An smiled and said, "You are so shallow after all. Think about it again, how many young players change to one of the great coaches, is it a loss or a profit?"

Lao Wang stared at the old man's meaningful smile, then looked at the disappeared back at the door, and smiled.

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Outside the office, it was snowing heavily. In the office, Xue Xiang picked up a few pieces of charcoal with an enamel washbasin, which made the room warm. Of course, with his physique, he was naturally not afraid of this little cold, but he sat in front of the desk for a long time and burying his pen and writing in a hurry, which was a little uncomfortable.

It was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and it was almost time to get off work. As the annual Spring Festival was approaching, Xue Xiang was doing work plans before the festival. Just as he was writing, he was immersed in the place where he was immersed, cheers came from outside the door. After listening for a while, Xue Xiang knew that the voice was coming from the Youth League Committee office not far from the left, and then he saw more than a dozen people, carrying a fat white woven bag in groups, passing by the window.

When they passed by, they were all arrogant and full of spring breeze. They even looked at Secretary Xue Da under the window. There were even three or five women muttering, "Whoever distributed more barrels of oil, who had the fattest pig legs.... Scattered and fragmented, but Xue Xiang heard that the Youth League Committee Office was actually distributing benefits."

If the Youth League Committee has four directly affiliated institutions, the Youth League Committee Office is the Reya Office, with the smallest number of people. Liu Gao of the Youth League Committee is the first deputy secretary in charge of financial power. Therefore, on weekdays, the clerks in the Youth League Committee Office all raised their heads a little higher and spoke louder. So, the Youth League Committee Office’s office was divided into welfare, and Xue Xiang’s propaganda department in charge did not hear any movement at all.

Sure enough, Xue Xiangzheng was puzzled, and Li Li, deputy director of the Propaganda Department, sneaked in in a strait.

Li Li was 41 years old this year. He stayed in the cold yamen of the Youth League Committee for a full ten years. He was just a day of scrambling for everything, not fighting for power, not taking advantage of profits, and just stayed honestly. But he just asked Secretary Xue to move the table to a meeting that day. He took a quick step and three points in his hand. As a result, a super power in charge of finance and reviewing documents hit his head, and Zhang Jinsong was slaughtered.

If this person is often at ease and calm when he has no power or position, he will be calm, but once he has authority, he will probably not be able to return to his original state of mind and must be furious. Li Li is such a person. Since Xue Xiang arranged the daily work of the propaganda department by Xue Xiang, Li Li has been doing it almost during the day, at night, at work, and at home. He even asked Xue Xiang for instructions and report to him in the evening. He was so excited that his eyes turned red, and even his hair was on the ground.

After sneaking into the door, Li Li hurriedly said, "Secretary, I'm afraid I'm in trouble this time. The League Office, Organization Department, and Evaluation and Inspection Department have all issued the year, but our Propaganda Department is still empty. Just now, when I walked to the door, I heard Cao Xiaobao and Wang Dajun clamoring inside that everyone else has it, but we don't. We are not. We blame you, Secretary..."

At this point, Li Li did not say anything, but took a careful look to see if Secretary Xue, who was angry with him with one word and one word, could make him with one word.

Xue Xiang smiled and answered Li Li's words: "Do you blame me, deputy secretary Xiong, for being incompetent?"

Li Li waved his hand quickly and said anxiously: "Secretary, don't be as good as them. They don't know how hard you have worked. Don't think about how long you have been in the Youth League Committee. The mess in this department has been around for a long time. How can you blame you? Today, there are no outsiders. Secretary, you have recreated grace to me, Lao Li. I have something to say, so I boldly say. If you don't listen, just think I'm talking nonsense."

Seeing Li Li expressing his opinion like this, Xue Xiang became interested and wanted to hear what information the elderly in the Youth League Committee had to explode.

Li Lixian closed the open window and whispered: "Secretary, I think this matter today is strange. Our Youth League Committee will issue more or less every year. By the end of the year, there will be some years of releases, but it has been missing in every year. If we say that this year, it is because our Propaganda Department has poor efficiency, so it is not released. But wasn't it so undying in previous years? Why did we treat it differently this year? I think it must be that Secretary Liu Gao wants to leave you. But I saw Zhang Jinsong not coming home after get off work several times in a row, and I have been waiting for Secretary Liu Gao to leave together for a long time. Maybe it was this kid who instigated him."

After hearing Li Li's decomposition, although Xue Xiang's heart was much brighter, there was a trace of shadow. He didn't believe that Deputy Secretary Liu, who was always expressionless, would use such clumsy means to compete with him. After all, the traces of the axe were too heavy. Most of the four and three were sent, but they would not send them to the propaganda department. This was simply a means of fighting for the children.

Xue Xiang pondered for a moment and asked, "Old Li, go out and inquire and see if the other three offices are all posting the same things?"

Li Li was slightly surprised and said, "Secretary, I have found out clearly. The group issued a bucket of vegetable oil and a pig's trotter, the organization department distributed a bag of rice, and the evaluation and inspection department distributed five kilograms of pork belly. Why, Secretary, what did you see?"

After asking, Li Li regretted it and secretly scolded himself for talking too much. Even if the leader saw something, was he obliged to tell him?
Chapter completed!