I would like to recommend votes and monthly tickets, so I asked everyone. There was no recommendation, no publicity, and I was really tired of perseverance. Please help me if you can. The monthly tickets are still a few hundred and are on the list. I thought I was 1,200 a day, so I had to support you, friends!

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"Brother Xue, was the secretary of Chief Zhenhua just now?" Geng Fulin stood up, his voice trembling a little.

Xue Xiang smiled and said, "No, an old friend in Beijing."

Geng Fulin was still waiting for a detailed question, and the phone rang again. Xue Xiang picked up the phone and the receiver heard Xu Zigan's hoarse voice: "Why, you kid know that the phone is coming today? Could it be that you can't stand it anymore and are afraid of hardship! You have to be a deserter! I tell you, there is no way! Unless..."

Xue Xiang was speechless and had no time to speak. The phone was like a machine gun, and he spoke one after another, anxious and impatient. He was afraid that he would damage his eardrums, so Xue Xiang quickly took the receiver far away. It seemed that a shuttle of "bullets" had been fired, and finally he became a low voice: "Xiao Shi, ask her to come over and say a few words to me. I'm too lazy to listen to your mess." It turned out that he was thinking about talking to the little guy, no wonder he changed his tone.

"Unfortunately, Xiaoshi went to Lingnan Province. If you want to talk to her now, I have a Lingnan phone number. If there is no hurry, she will come back in half a month." Because of the request, Xue Xiang had to serve her home in a gentle voice.

"Forget it, let's talk about it when you come back. Little baby, just let it run around. What should I do if I don't adapt to the environment..." Xu Zigan muttered a few words, and finally got to the point: "Tell me, I know you are a night owl and come in the house - you won't have to do anything. But, let's make an agreement first, I want to ask me to transfer you back, so no talk!"

Xue Xiang was funny. Xu Zigan really fooled himself as a baby. His organizational relationship was already in Chengtian County. He was not under the jurisdiction of the Organization Department of the Central Committee. Even if he was a high-ranking Minister, he could not be transferred to him in just one sentence. Of course, he finally got to the point. Xue Xiangzi couldn't wander and quickly said, "Don't worry. I'm comfortable below. I really don't want to think about Sijiu City for a while. That's the case. Director Zhao Guodong and Zhao from Jingkou area may want to report some ideological work to you. When do you have time, I'll ask him to call you."

After Xue Xiang finished speaking, he heard a slap on the other side, as if his hand was slapped on the table, and then he heard Xu Zi scolding: "I know you must be fine. You are young and don't want to work hard. You know how to do it all day long. You are a small team leader who doesn't think about how to take care of the production, and you are crazy all day long, and you actually worry about the director of the local revolutionary committee. Besides, I am the Central Organization Department, not the Provincial Party Committee Organization Department. What work did you report to me? Also, a few days ago, I heard Comrade Zhenhua say that you met you in a hotel in Jianghan Provincial Capital. You said that you were involved in what you were underneath all day. Could it be that the Minister of the Organization Department of the CPC Central Committee went to the place, and Jianghan Province also arranged for you, the small production team leader to participate in the reception..."

Xue Xiang had already been accustomed to this kind of saliva formation for Xu Zi. He simply moved the receiver far away and made a gesture to Geng Fulin to sit down. Geng Fulin was stunned at this moment, and he wished he could approach the receiver by himself, so he could not handle Xue Xiang's trouble.

Maybe Xu Zi was bored in doing stand-up crosstalk, and his voice became weaker: "Okay, I'll have a chance later, so I won't talk to you anymore. You guys don't call me if you have nothing to do in the future. By the way, Xiao Shi is back, please tell her to call me..."

While Xu Zi was talking, he was about to hang up the phone. Xue Xiang was anxious: "What's my business!"

"I have time tonight at 8:30 tonight, so I won't be able to go down!" With a snap, I hung up the phone, followed by the busy voice of "Doudu".

Xue Xiang shook his head and smiled bitterly. He looked up and saw Geng Fulin inhaling and exhaling, as if he was regulating his breathing. Geng Fulin was shocked and worried at this moment, so shocked that the person on the other side was actually a member of the Organization Department of the Central Committee. What he was worried about was that the phone call there was just constantly scolding, for fear that the help would be ruined. But he knew that there was another round of twists and turns in the end. Why didn't Geng Fulin feel palpitations?

Xue Xiang dragged Geng Fulin to sit down and called Zhao Guodong again.

"Hey, who?" Zhao Guodong's voice was lazy, and he was a little impatient.

"Hello, Director Zhao! It's me, Xue Xiang!"

"Oh, Comrade Xue Xiang, hello, is there anything wrong?"

"It's nothing big. Deputy Minister Xu Zigan of the Organization Department of the CPC Central Committee said that he was free at 8:30 pm. If you are in the right direction, you can give him a call at that time."

After Xue Xiang talked, there was no sound over there.

"Hey, hey, Director Zhao, are you still here?"

"Yi Zai, Brother Xue, isn't this a swearing! Director Zhao, did you have any objections to your Brother Zhao? I just now, so I was sent away by me. Could it be that there are people on your side, and I can't even say "Brother Zhao"?"

Xue Xiang sneered in his heart, but he responded enthusiastically. The two of them talked and laughed a few more times. Xue Xiang found that Zhao Guodong had a tremolo in every word. He knew that he was not in his mind. After telling Xu Zi to do the phone call, he tacitly cooperated with Zhao Guodong to finish the call.

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"Old Zhao, what's wrong with you? Why are you trembling constantly? It's not cold in this summer." Zhao Guodong's wife is in her early forties, but she is a young woman Hua Xing who is as good as her thirty-four or five years old. She has white skin and black hair. She puts down her bowls and chopsticks and looks at Zhao Guodong leaning against the sofa with a worried face.

Mrs. Zhao was really curious about the phone call: Lao Zhao frowned continuously after the call, and then gestured to silence himself with his son who was eating. Then she smiled and recorded a number, hung up the phone, and started trembling again. Even acting was not so outstanding.

When Zhao Guodong heard his wife's call, he seemed to wake up suddenly, stood up without saying a word, turned around and crawled into the study room and took out an old gray notebook. Zhao Liang, who was eating, saw the book, swallowed the braised pork chewed in his mouth, and sneered: "Dad, you have brought out your old items again. I haven't seen you look for some days. Why, what's the big man to look for today? I said, is it useful to be busy with your work? The provincial and central officials saw you remember a lot, but they didn't see anyone who could say a word or two. I think it would be better to save money."

"Little bastard, can't you block your mouth with meat? You dare to mock your son. If you don't have the busyness of your life, can you eat meat? Go dream!" Zhao Guodong cursed without raising his head, but his hands were very fast. Finally, he turned to a certain page and settled down, muttering: "Xu Zigan, fifty years old, is currently the deputy director of the Central Organization Department, a military-to-man cadre, has a medium figure and a thin face. He judges that his personality is hot and tough; he looks at his clothes and judges that he is hard and simple; he speaks briefly, and pays attention to his conversations with him..."

If Xue Xiang saw Zhao Guodong's notebook, he would definitely startle Zhao Guodong to be shocked. It was densely packed and classified, recording the important personnel of major departments of the central government, including positions, appearance, clothing, and characteristics of daily speeches, and also annotated. This is not a notebook, it is simply a picture of promotion.

"Old Zhao, Lao Zhao, don't watch it. I'll watch it after eating. I'm so silly all day long. It's not a big deal for Xiaoliang to say to you." Mrs. Zhao was busy packing the dishes and asked someone to play bridge in the afternoon, so she couldn't delay it. So she used chopsticks to hit the dishes. Zhao Liang also responded. For a moment, the room was bells.

Zhao Guodong stared at the page that recorded Xu Zi's work, and the more he looked, the happier he became. Chunfeng looked over and ignored the troublemakers, and smiled and said, "I didn't hear anyone say 'I've been poor for three years', don't knock it." He sang in the Peking Opera accent and sang, "I'm here to have a meal, my appetite is very high."

Zhao Liang smiled and said, "Dad, you are a party member, why do you still believe in this? Judging from your expression, may you be promoted? Tell me and my mother. It has only been two years since you became the top leader of Jingkou. Will you have to go to the province again? Isn't it too fast?"

Mrs. Zhao quickly put down the bowls and chopsticks and stared at Zhao Guodong with her eyes. Suddenly, Zhao Guodong knocked Zhao Liang with the chopsticks and cursed: "Little bastard, don't say something nice all day long. No one thinks it's fast to get promoted. Shut up and have a meal for me. After the meal, I will practice Mandarin well with me."

"Practice Mandarin!" Zhao's mother and son asked together, their eyes full of shock.

Zhao Guodong was furious and snorted: "Tonight, I want to talk to an important leader. How could this big talk be done?"

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"Haha, Director Zhao is very busy." Geng Fulin asked softly when he saw Xue Xiang put down the phone. He was a little worried when Xue Xiang didn't mention him at all on the phone.

Xue Xiang smiled and continued, "Well, I'm quite busy. I just called, and Director Zhao seems to be talking to whom. But Brother Geng, don't worry, I've communicated with Director Zhao just now. Next time, if you go with Brother Chen, he will definitely be free."

Xue Xiang responded to Geng Fulin, but was still guessing in his heart how Zhao Guodong's face should change color when he was talking just now. He really couldn't believe that a person could change his tone and title in such a short time. I'm afraid that only the official oil boy among the officials had this ability.

"Oh, Brother Xue, I won't say anything anymore. Let's see how my brother performs in the future." Geng Fulin stood up and grabbed Xue Xiang's hands, his face full of emotion. He knew that he owed Xue Xiang this time, he really owed a lot. For his own business, Xue Xiang had even understood the sky.

Xue Xiang held Geng Fulin's hand in his back and shook it, laughing, without saying anything.
Chapter completed!