After Xue Xiang sat down, Zhou Zhenglong signaled Liu Gao to continue speaking. It was obvious that the old guy wanted to watch the next play, how could Liu Gao continue to sing?

But Liu Gao looked calm and drank a sip of tea and continued: "Comrades, there is nothing extraordinary. It's like this. It's mainly because Secretary Xue did a good job in the Propaganda Department, which has caused some comrades to have a red eye disease. There have been many rumors recently, and it has a bad impact on Comrade Xue Xiang. This is very unfair! Didn't the Propaganda Department just divide more than ten kilograms of meat, hundreds of kilograms of rice, and a barrel of oil during the Chinese New Year? Isn't it just that there is nearly three thousand yuan per month? These are all achievements made by others. Is there anything worth jealous of?"

Liu Gao said while looking at Zhou Zhenglong and Xiang Yuan with his light, and seeing their pupils spread, he felt proud. To be honest, if it weren't for Zhang Jinsong, he wouldn't have known that a small publishing house would have made Xue Xiang so much trouble. In fact, when Liu Gao heard that the month of the month had been earned 3,000, his eyes almost flew out of his eyes. Now, Liu Gao looked at Zhou Zhenglong and Xiang Yuan again, and he was even stupid.

Liu Gao coughed, attracting everyone's attention and continued: "But then again, red eye disease is the best infection. Now it has caused ups and downs within the Youth League Committee. It is difficult for us as the secretary in charge to do. You say that it makes people calm, but people are jealous, which is really difficult."

As soon as Liu Gao finished speaking, Lan Jian continued, "Yes, Secretary Xue, it's not that we are jealous, but that the comrades below are not working all day long, staring at you selling books, guess how much money you have charged. Take our evaluation and inspection department for example. The task I assigned half a month ago has not been completed yet. I just criticized a few words, and a group of people actually united and stared at me, saying that I was incompetent and said that I was incompetent. If I can't make money, I can't compare to you, Secretary Xue, Secretary Xue. Listen, listen, listen, you are angry. This is not that I, Lan Jian, is jealous of you. It's because your work ability is too strong, and I'm comparing me to nothing."

Liu Gao and Lan Jian sang this double act very well, and they all held Xue Xiang in their words. One strange comrades were small-minded and loved to have red-eye diseases. The other said that Xue Xiang had too strong work ability and compared him himself. But with a careful scrutiny, he could tell the meaning hidden in this sentence: Your publishing house in the Propaganda Department is a disaster. The normal work of the Youth League Committee is now unable to be carried out.

No one here is stupid. Everyone has heard the words of Liu Gao and Lan Jian. Xue Xiangzi is no exception. "Listen to what Secretary Liu and Lan, the situation is already very serious now. I think if the Propaganda Department does not make countermeasures, it may affect the normal development of the Youth League Committee work. Since Secretary Liu and Lan proposed it at the meeting, there must be a proper countermeasure. Why not come out and discuss it with us?"

Xue Xiang knew what Liu Gao was going to say next, but Xue Xiang pretended not to know. He insisted that Liu Gao tear the gauze curtain in the middle and let Liu Gao tear it apart. In this way, Xue, someone fights back, and no one can tell that he is wrong.

Liu Gao and Lan Jian looked at each other, opened the notebook in front of him, glanced at it a few times, and said, "There is no proper countermeasures, but there are still some superficial opinions. Since Secretary Xue has expressed his opinion, I will say, Secretary Zhou, Secretary Xiang, you two, listen to me, if you have any omissions, correct them in time."

Zhou Zhenglong and Xiang Yuan responded with a smile and reached out to make a call. The two of them sat firmly on the fishing platform, hoping that Xue Xiang and Liu Gao would fight as hard as possible. Especially Zhou Zhenglong, this honest nanny, before Xue Xiang came, was taken by Liu Gao to get Wang Wuliang's sign, which was so overwhelming that he couldn't breathe. Xue Xiang came down. He felt that the mountains on his body disappeared in an instant. Usually, the aisle was much more energetic, and even Liu Gao had become much more polite recently, so he didn't dare to whistle.

Liu Gaodao: "That's right. Secretary Lan and I discussed it privately. In the final analysis, it was a problem caused by money. It is said that this person can be rich and powerful, but our Youth League Committee is better, but we can be rich and powerful, but we can be rich and powerful, hahaha..."

Liu Gao said a joke that was not funny at all, and did not think about when his troupe office had a hard time with Xue Xiang's propaganda department. Now he tried to change his ways to say that the propaganda department was unwilling to share wealth.

Jokes are always jokes, and people will follow suit. The person who supports them is naturally Lan Jian. In fact, Lan Jian himself thinks that these jokes are clumsy, but if he doesn't laugh a few times, Liu Gao's face will not be able to bear it.

Liu Gaojian's playful words seemed to have the opposite effect, and laughed dryly, and continued: "Since everyone is jealous of the money in the propaganda department, I don't think so, so I just moved the money in the propaganda department and handed it to the place where I used to manage the money. It was not that any department would be the one who earned money. This is indeed a bit unfair to the comrades in the League Office, Organization Department, and Evaluation Department. After all, these three departments have no external channels at all, and they can't even use it if they have the energy. After all, we are talking about collective leadership.

It’s not good to talk about big families. We have to distinguish you and me too clearly. Of course, we have to maintain the collective and take into account the individual. The comrades in the Propaganda Department have made great contributions, so we can’t just give but not gain. Now, agriculture is advocating more work and more gains, so we naturally cannot play the opposite tune. I think this is the case. The publicity department will leave 10% of the income from publication, and I will allocate it myself. I will calculate it. 10% is nearly 300 yuan, and there are nearly 300 yuan per month, and it is 36,000 a year, which is really not a small amount."

Liu Gao paused when he said this, as if giving everyone time to react. He used his light to sweep Zhou Zhenglong, Xiang Yuan, and Xue Xiang's face one by one, and finally settled on Xue Xiang's face. He felt the boss's surprise in his heart, thinking to himself, did this person not know that I was waving a hoe and digging his roots, or was my cunning already so deep that I was already out of reach?

It turned out that Liu Gao had just swept all the way, but when he saw Zhou Zhenglong, Xiang Yuan was surprised. Only Xue Xiang, the person involved, was as stable as Mount Tai, and he didn't even frown. He smiled back when Liu Gao saw it.

But Liu Gao was surprised by Xue Xiang's calmness. In fact, Xue Xiang was already scolding him. Although he had long guessed that Liu Gao was going to use this move, he still couldn't help but get angry.

Because this old guy said it so beautifully. He just opened his mouth and handed it to the place where he used to take care of money. Isn't this a naked stroke in his pocket? Because the place where he used to take care of money was the group office, which belonged to him, Senior Manager Liu. What else is there to make money in the propaganda department, which is unfair to the three units of the group office, because these three units have no external channels. I don't think about why the old guy didn't jump out to talk about fairness when the propaganda department paid his own funds every year. In addition, the old guy finally said 3,600 a year, which was a lot of money. Why didn't he calculate it according to his share and took away 27,000 yuan of the propaganda department. It was really shameless.

It's a long story, but in fact, Liu Gao's pause was only a matter of a few breaths, and he immediately continued: "I say that, Secretary Xue, don't be too careful. He has absolutely no intention of poaching and picking out ready-made ones, just to take into account the overall situation. Look, if we take the money together, manage and allocate it in a unified way, not only can we improve the work efficiency of the entire Youth League Committee, but also take into account fairness. The greater role is to show that our Youth League Committee is a united team and a combat-capable team. Well, after saying these many high-sounding reasons, let's not talk about the reasons that we can't say at ordinary times. Fortunately, there are only a few of us in this room and there are no outsiders, so I just said it directly."

"To be honest, the work of the Youth League Committee of our Philosophy Department has not improved much before Secretary Xue arrived. At least it has been dragged down in the entire Peking University Youth League Committee. Not to mention anything else, the Youth League Committee of the Foreign Language Department and Chemistry Department have special cars, but our Philosophy Department is still empty now. It’s not that the school Youth League Committee favors one and the other, but we really can’t even pay the gas money. Now, with Secretary Xue’s joining, the work of the Youth League Committee has changed drastically. I think it’s time to get a car, and others don’t need it, but Secretary Zhou is not young anymore, so it’s convenient to travel in the future."

Liu Gao had so many things to do, and at this point, he was just trying to find out. He was actually trying to fight Zhou Zhenglong, and he wanted to exchange a special car for Zhou Zhenglong's crucial vote. In fact, if Liu Gao did not care about Zhou Zhenglong on weekdays, but now, when he was confronting Xue Xiang, the weight of Zhou Zhenglong's hand in hand seemed to be of great importance. If Zhou Zhenglong had the support of Zhou Zhenglong in the future, even if Xue Xiang could jump, he would probably be photographed tightly.

However, Liu Gao's move was really fierce, and he hit Zhou Zhenglong's weakness with his sword, because Zhou Zhenglong was just taking this trick. After all, he was over fifty years old this year and was in the cold yamen of the Youth League Committee. The passage in the official career has almost been blocked. His only wish is that this official can be more comfortable.

In fact, Zhou Zhenglong’s original idea was really planning to help Xue Xiang. After all, Liu Gao has been very angry with him over the years. Now he just needs to quietly move his little finger to tick Xue Xiang’s spear and stab Liu Gao. What’s the point of not doing it? But now, Liu Gao has brought out his ultimate weapon - a special car, and suddenly he fainted from Zhou Zhenglong!

On weekdays, the old man envied those majestic special cars. He dreamed of having one, but his level was not enough, so he could only sigh at the car. Now, the opportunity is in front of him. As long as he nods, he will get the car. How could the old man resist it?

Moreover, in Zhou Zhenglong's opinion, there are more opportunities to use Xue Xiang's spear. If you let the spear be rubbed and grind, you will have some grudges with Liu Gao. Will it be more sharp and sharper in the future? Will it be more advantageous to check and balance Liu Gao? The more Zhou Zhenglong thinks, the more proud he is. He only feels that Xue Xiang's arrival is a blessing given by God.!~!
Chapter completed!