Yuan Xianyun's face darkened and he looked at Xue Xiang apologetically. The latter's Bafeng did not move and smiled back.

Indeed, the power of the personnel affairs of Kong Fangao, who is No. 1 in the Administration, is too great.

Originally, the Administrative Office team was not the place to decide on personnel appointments. The reason why Kong Fangao mentioned the addition of deputy commissioners at the meeting was simply that he wanted to form a collegial discussion in the Administrative Office team and submit it to the Prefectural Committee Committee for consultation in the name of the Administrative Office.

In this way, the obstacles encountered by the prefectural committee will be minimized. After all, the collective resolution of the Administrative Commission is the matter of the Administrative Commission, and no one will take political risks to reject such a proposal.

Another reason is that if the prefectural committee proposes to register with the provincial party committee, the provincial party committee will also let go because it values ​​the joint resolution of the Dejiang Administrative Administration.

Now, although Yuan Xianyun and Xie Minggao interfere, although Kong Fangao's wishful thinking failed, the proposal will be passed by the prefectural committee committee under Kong's control, and at that time, most of the situation will be approved.

Kong Fangao glanced at everyone with pride, pushed the chair hard, and stood up.

Everyone knew that his action meant that the meeting had ended. Everyone lowered their heads and began to close their pens and books, waiting for Kong Fangao to say that the meeting was over.

Who would have thought that Kong Fan Gao’s meeting was not out of his mouth, and Xue Laosan, who had always been silent, said, “Comrade Kong, I don’t agree to recommend Comrade Xiayi to the Provincial Party Committee!”

A faint sentence seemed to have a huge thunder exploded in the venue. In an instant, time seemed to have stopped. The cigarette that Lu Zhenyu had just lit was opened, and the cigarette butt was obliquely stuck to his thin lower lips. Ming Mie's cigarette butt kept swaying, and his shape was much cooler than Brother Ma.

"hehe……"

Kong Fangao stared at Xue Xiang. Suddenly he laughed out loud, and his sinister voice seemed to be spitting out a letter, which made everyone wake up, sitting upright, locking the two people in the confrontation tightly.

Yuan Xianyun was even more frustrated and thought to himself that the person surnamed Xue is indeed a vain. He was young and frivolous. Who do you think you are? He just relied on his quick words and froze Kong Fangao several times, so he wanted to participate in Dejiang's political competition. How naive!

"Xue Xiang!"

Song Zugui shouted fiercely, and Fang wanted to continue roaring, but was stopped by Kong Fangao's wave.

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand, dragged the heavy nanmu backrest chair, sat down again, and smiled and said, "Comrade Xue Xiang. Please say your words again!"

Lu Zhenyu's heart trembled suddenly. He knew something bad. He knew Kong Fangao so well. This understanding was summarized from the experience of observing Kong Fangao's eyes countless times.

At this moment, although Kong Fangao was laughing, his slightly narrowed chicken skin corners had already jumped like rain, which was clearly a sign of a rampage.

"Comrade Xue Xiang. You are not drunk. When will you recommend cadres? It's your turn to...!"

"I said, please speak to Comrade Xue!"

Kong Fangao stared at Lu Zhenyu heavily and said word by word.

Lu Zhenyu was shocked and immediately shut up, cursing in his heart. How could the old secretary have such a stupid nephew? If someone calls you to live bandits, you really think that the Executive Council meeting is also where you act like bandits, idiot!

Xue Xiang slowly took out a cigarette to light it, took a sip, and then said the second sentence: "Comrade Kong, comrades, I will say it again. I do not agree to recommend Comrade Xiayi as a candidate for deputy commissioner to the Provincial Party Committee. In addition, I also recommend that the Prefectural Committee remove all positions in and outside the Party and hand it over to the Discipline Inspection Commission for verification!"

In an instant, the wide conference room was so quiet that even the breathing sound was so harsh. Although most people tried to hold their breath as much as possible, they always felt a sound that made people's hearts jump.

"Comrade Zhang Che, have you remembered Comrade Xue Xiang's speech? No word or word is allowed to be wrong!"

Unlike everyone imagined, Kong Fangao did not slap the table or smash the chairs, but instead calmed down.

But everyone could clearly feel that this calmness was the cold wind blowing from the Arctic, another kind of harshness. It reminded Zhang Che to record that it was the sharp blade highlighted by Kong Fan. Because the commissioner meeting was not a big teahouse, it was a sacred center of government power, and anyone had to be responsible for what they said.

"I wrote it down, it's not bad!"

Zhang Che's cheeks were flushed, as if he was drunk. Indeed, he had too many reasons to be excited.

First of all, Xue Xiang made him unable to come to Taiwan again and again. With his repeated contradictory to Kong Fangao's power, Zhang Che had to endure humiliation and dare not compete, but his hatred for Xue Xiang never diminished for a moment.

Secondly and most importantly, it is the issue of the throne of the member of the Party Leadership Group of the Administrative Office. Originally, Secretary-General Zhang was able to add the last seat, but Xue Xiangka came over and stopped him, but there was still hope. Now that Kong Fangao is going to run Xiayi to join the team again, his hope of Zhang joining the team is completely blocked, because the Administrative Office team cannot be able to stuff two more.

But now, after Xue Xiang's performance, Kong Fangao has already shown his frown and lost Xue Xiang. At that time, Xue Xiangyi is finished, will his hope of Mr. Zhang joining the team come again?

"good!"

Kong Fangao clapped his hands heavily, "I want to hear what kind of flower you Xue Xiang wants to say!"

Kong Fangao was no longer angry. He was so angry with a politically dying person.

At the same time, he was more thinking about what handle Xue Xiang had seized Xia Yi and dared to be so arrogant.

Yesterday afternoon, Xia Yi humiliated Xue Xiang in front of hundreds of people in the auditorium of the Education Commission. He knew that Xue Xiang came out to refute this time, because it was purely for yesterday's incident, and the young man couldn't hold back his anger!

Of course, given the lessons learned from the past conflicts with this guy, it is not ruled out that this person has seized some of Xia Yi's handles, but in Dejiang, what kind of handle can hold him to Kong? Don't you know that the Discipline Inspection Commission and the Political and Legal Affairs Commission are in control. Even if your surname is Xue takes evidence of Xia Yi's corruption, bribery, or even lifestyle problems, in the end, the Discipline Inspection Commission will not be investigated and the Public Security Bureau will go to inspect. This investigation will be carried out, even the evidence of casting steel and iron must be dissolved.

Kong Fan was sure to win, and his mind was shocked. He had not had the pleasure of losing his opponent for a long time. When he thought of his opponent, he felt that he had raised Xue Xiang. Killing this bastard was just a bug attached to his body, so he could not be called an opponent.

Kong Fangao called Xue Xiang to speak, but Xue Xiang was not in a hurry to say it. He slowly took out the cigarette box, pulled out a branch, held it in his mouth, and lit it, and seemed to remember something again, so he took the cigarette, walked around and asked if he wanted it.

His slow movements and leisurely behavior made everyone almost vomit blood. At this moment, Xue Laosan was like the emperor Chen. The general ran in with blood and reported to him that the Sui army had already attacked, and the guy was still lying slowly in Zhang Lihua's arms. While talking, he was not anxious, and asked the musician to play songs and dance.

When Song Kun also looked bitter, his nose was not the nose, his eyes were not the eyes and his eyes refused to hand over the cigarette, Xue Laosan finally spoke again: "Comrade Zhang Che, please remember the speeches of every comrade below!"

Without waiting for Zhang Che to accept it, Xue Xiang suddenly lifted a green bag from under his feet, and when the thick documents were taken to the table, everyone's expressions became solemn.

"Xiao Song, come here and give this to Commissioner Kong to read."

Xue Xiang held two pieces of paper and waved to Song Kun.

The latter glanced at Kong Fangao, and after getting permission, he hurriedly walked over, took the two pieces of paper, and folded it back. On the way, he took a glance and accidentally glanced at Song Kun's little white face, as if it was splashed ink, was instantly black.

He is a serious college student and knows foreign codes!

Kong Fan jumped up and stood up suddenly. Without waiting for Song Kun to approach, he snatched the two pieces of paper and looked at it. But he saw a thin piece of letter paper full of foreign codes, and the foreign code was pressed with red handprints.

"What's this? It's messy..."

Kong Fangao shouted, but after seeing the words on the second piece of paper that had been staggered, he could no longer say the next half sentence.

The more I looked, the colder I felt, and the more I looked, the more I felt frightened. In just one page of paper, only about 200 words, Kong Fangao looked at it for twenty minutes, but only saw the back of his spine, his heart was messy, and his whole body seemed to be fixed.

It turned out that the second page that Kong Fangao looked at was the original translation of the oath written by Xue Xiang to Zhao Jie's Free Society. The words that incite people's hearts and are so rebellious that they instantly penetrated Kong Fangao's heart like sharp arrows.

Everyone saw Kong Fango's expression. Seeing Kong Fango's red face getting whiter and whiter, the fine sweat beads on his forehead getting denser. Everyone's nerves were tense, and they were worried. They had already noticed that a storm was coming.

"Specialist, drink water, drink water!"

Realizing that Kong Fangao was abnormal, Song Kun took the opportunity to send tea and gently reminded him.

He waved his head suddenly and rubbed his face hard. Kong Fangao finally regained his calmness, his blood-colored bull eyes staring at Xue Xiang and said, "Comrade Xue Xiang, how did you get these things?"

He didn't ask whether the words were true or false because he believed that no one dared to make false in such matters.

Xue Xiang gently pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray on the table, and told it quietly, like a story, and at first, some people didn't agree with it, just pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. But when they heard the paper full of handprints and Xue Xiang began to recite the words on the paper in Chinese, three water cups fell to the ground at the same time. Song Zugui and Qiu Qingchun all pulled up from the chair.
Chapter completed!