Zhang Jinsong and others were talking enthusiastically, but Xue Xiang rubbed his sleepy eyes and yawned several times. It seemed that the reprimands of several people had a hypnotic effect, which made him sleepy. Then, Xue Xiang stretched his waist regardless of the surprise of the few people, turned around and entered the door without saying a word, and moved out the stack of documents more than one foot high, stuffed them into Zhang Jinsong's arms, and strided towards the office of the Propaganda Department.

Zhang Jinsong caught Rushan's document like a conditioned reflex, his eyes full of confusion, and he didn't understand whether Xue Xiang was going to give up on himself or whether he was going to be a fool. Fortunately, Zhang Jinsong's confusion did not last long, and Xue Xiang quickly revealed the answer.

As soon as Xue Xiang entered the large office of the Propaganda Department, more than a dozen clerks in the room stopped their work, stood up, and carefully looked at the secretary in charge who had only entered the office once. When it comes to the Propaganda Department, except Xue Xiang, all personnel, including Zhang Jinsong, work here. Therefore, if there is any disturbance in the Propaganda Department, no one can hide it from anyone. And Zhang Jinsong's instigation of a few of his best friends to make things difficult for Xue Xiang, the matter was vigorously done, so there was nothing that was unknown to everyone here.

At this moment, when Xue Xiang was not happy or angry, he stepped in with a solemn expression, and the people in the room were worried. Although Secretary Xue was young, he heard that he was not a good-looking lamp. Everyone had heard the news at the meeting.

"Next, hold a meeting and arrange the post-production work of the Propaganda Department. Xiao Su, Lao Li, and Lao Deng, arrange the table and start immediately." Xue Xiang clapped his hands, and after everyone was silent, he began to issue orders.

However, although the Youth League Committee of the Department of Philosophy is small, the number of people is really large. Not to mention other subordinate institutions, there are only 30 people in this small propaganda department. Originally, a deputy section-level propaganda department could not be established for such a large number, but the Youth League Committee was originally a cold yamen, which naturally became a land where elderly care units and related households gathered. It was often a pit, filled with several carrots.

The Propaganda Department has more people, and the relationship will naturally be complicated.

Some people followed Zhang Jinsong and were busy challenging Xue Xiang, and naturally there were also people who distinguished the weather and observed the direction of the wind. Xue Xiang pointed out a few people, not that he was very fond of these people. After all, he rarely mixed in specific work during this period. He was in the learning and familiarity stage. The reason why he greeted these people was to vaguely remember these last names.

On this side, Xue Xiang was suddenly filled with a commotion in his office. Seven or eight people were all snatched from him, and there were about a dozen people who were still moving. Xue Xiang was swept coldly and was shocked all over, and immediately rushed to work.

But Xue Xiang has gained a lot in the past few days of reading books such as power and mental skills. This trick shocked the world, and as soon as he used it, he immediately distinguished the attitudes of all kinds of people towards him.

What Xue Xiang wanted was just a meeting place. It was just a few desks and put them on. Twenty or thirty people were busy, and the speed was naturally very fast. Zhang Jinsong had just led the four followers holding a bunch of documents and stepped into the office door, where seats were already arranged.

"Secretary Xue, this is going to hold a conference! It's a good meeting. I happened to admit my mistakes to my comrades. After all, you are still young and have been working in the Youth League Committee for a short time. I think comrades can understand it. However, what will Secretary Zhou and Secretary Liu think about it? We are subordinates."

Zhang Jinsong didn't believe that Xue Xiang could finish all these documents and made up his mind to let the Propaganda Department work out to make some progress so that he could control him. At this moment, he saw that Xue Xiang was still setting up the venue in a similar manner, which was exactly what he wanted to do, and he just took back the face he had lost at the meeting two months ago.

"Comrade Zhang Jinsong, please speak at the meeting if you have anything to say. We have a democratic centralism, and we emphasize freely speaking. However, now I am presided over the meeting. If you attend, please take a seat; if you don't attend, you can just go back on the same path. If you attend the meeting and do not abide by the organizational principles, I will personally invite you out."

Wow!

The heads fell in the cold light and shadow, and blood was sprayed in the murderous aura.

Xue Xiang completely tore off his face. He spoke with a cold knife, which made everyone feel cold in the face in an instant, making his heart cold, and the sarcastic Zhang Jinsong's face turned pale!

Even at the meeting that day, Zhang Jinsong, in front of the leaders of the Youth League Committee and the heads of various departments of the Youth League Committee, fell into Xue Xiang's face, but Xue Xiang did not tear her face off. She still secretly contacted the secret barrier. This time, it was abnormal and showed hostility openly.

"This is not in line with the unspoken rules of the struggle of the organs!"

Zhang Jinsong thought so, and everyone here thought so, but Xue Xiang didn’t think so!

Face is given by people, and it is also for me. Zhang Jinsong bites like a mad dog. If Xue Xiang gives him the spring breeze and drizzle, he might not have said that the mad dog would turn into a wolve.

The last time, after the meeting, Xue Xiang did not take advantage of the victory and seized the power of the Propaganda Department. It was just that Zhang Jinsong, the mad dog, was still useful. Because at that time, Zhang Jinsong's words were all wrong, and one unique sentence was right, that is, he, Xue, had no work experience, and to be precise, did not have the work experience of the Youth League Committee.

Therefore, if Xue Xiang had destroyed Zhang Jinsong at that time, he would have been in chaos in the Youth League Committee's propaganda work. Although Zhang Jinsong was not missing, Xue Xiang would have been unable to figure out the depth of Zhang Jinsong in the Propaganda Department for a while. If he rashly took down this guy and asked this guy to mobilize a group of followers from the Propaganda Department to do some actions, then he, Xue, will be the passive person. After all, there is struggle within the party, but the main premise of unity, struggle and unity is to do a good job.

If he even had a mess in his work, he would probably be the one who was beaten by the slaughter. After all, when it comes to the root, the Propaganda Department is under his charge, and he can't get rid of the responsibility of the leadership directly!

At that time, Xue Xiang thought about it over and over again, but did not move Zhang Jinsong. The idea was to borrow Zhang Jinsong to stabilize the work of the Propaganda Department. He took advantage of the two months of charging and exploration to basically figure out the work flow of the Propaganda Department. At this time, Zhang Jinsong's dog tail was beaten down and began to sway again. This time, Xue Xiangyan had the reason to show mercy and immediately decided to keep tearing off his dog tail, and even his dog legs were discounted.

The room was silent, and they were all stunned by Xue Xiang's murderous words. These old agencies who were used to hiding swords in their smiles and silences of arrows suddenly hit Xue Xiang's sword and spear, which was really difficult for a moment. But what if you don't adapt? Director Zhang didn't say anything before he saw him, who would dare to blow the thorn?

Xue Xiang waved his hand and greeted everyone to sit down. He asked for documents brought by the four "coolies" and slapped the water cup and said in a stern manner: "There are two main issues to hold this meeting today. One is to rectify the free and casual work style of the Propaganda Department; the other is to adjust the division of labor in the lower part......"

"I object!"

Zhang Jinsong suddenly rose: "Secretary Xue, first, you said that our Propaganda Department's work style is free and casual. I don't know what evidence you have. Where did you start? I think it's much better than someone, who is in broad daylight and closes the door and sleeps. Second, the division of labor in the team was decided before you, Secretary Xue, before you came. I don't think there is any need to adjust at all, because the work of the Propaganda Department runs smoothly. Of course, the premise is that someone can keep up with everyone's footsteps and not drag them down!"

Xue Xiangliang knew the sword and gun. Zhang Jinsong was also irritated by his palpitations. He thought to himself that in terms of qualifications and the expectations of people in the propaganda department, he could throw out this ignorant ten streets of baby. Since Xue Xiang wanted to fight, then fight. If you don’t believe this kid would poke a boat of people up, and there would be good results!

"Comrade Zhang Jinsong, I should have made clear the rules before the meeting, right? I said that if you attend the meeting and do not abide by the regulations, I will invite him out." Xue Xiang stood up with a sword eyebrows, which was so cold.

Zhang Jinsong thought it was broken and did not calm down. He asked Xue Xiang to grab his braid. If he asked him to use this topic and drive himself out today, he would have been wasted.

Just as Zhang Jinsong was secretly anxious and wondering whether to stand up and say a few soft words, Xue Xiang changed the subject: "But, you are an old comrade. There is a large part of the reason for this today, which is for you. Of course, you must be missing. I will give you a chance."

Hearing this, Zhang Jinsong felt relieved and thought to himself, "What ability do you have? You are just talking but not practicing, and you dare not take action?"

But Zhang Jinsong's thought came out, but with a loud bang, the water cups on the table jumped together, and then Xue Xiang's big palm pressed on the big redwood table: "Comrades, I just said that our Propaganda Department is free and casual. Maybe everyone doesn't like to listen, but they are all the truth! Don't frown even if you have big eyes, the piles in front of me are evidence!"

After Xue Xiang finished speaking, everyone looked at the pile of documents. I don’t know what he meant. Suddenly, Xue Xiang picked up a copy and said, “This is edited by Cao Xiaobao. There are many typos in it, and it’s all about it. There is a certain number of Xinhua News Agency’s monthly report. Even if it’s copied someone, can you just leave the date?”

Puchi, Puchi......

I don’t know who couldn’t help but laughed out loud, and sobbed all over the room.

Cao Xiaobao was one of the four followers and unlucky followers who followed Zhang Jinsong to make noise about Xue Xiang. At this moment, a young white face turned red like red cotton pants, lowered on the table, not daring to see anyone. He secretly called himself stupid, and even chose such articles. Then he blamed Xue Xiang for being too serious. This document was so serious that he was so stupid that he went to read it one by one. Suddenly, he thought that it was because of his bad luck. This kid accidentally picked one by one and made him bump into it. Yes, yes, that must be the case.
Chapter completed!