After eating a few bites of pickles and drinking two porridge, Xue Xiang touched his stomach, and it seemed that he didn't feel full at all, but he became even more hungry. He didn't dare to eat the remaining steamed buns anymore, for fear that he would not feel it. After all, he didn't know how long he had to wait for the prefectural committee. In addition, the leaders seemed to have the hobby of being punished to stand, and their stomachs had to be dealt with before they could fight a protracted war.

Therefore, Xue Laosan chewed the remaining steamed bun carefully and then chewed it slowly. After three minutes, he licked a corner of it.

"Why, this thing is not to your liking?"

Xue Xiang raised his head and suddenly saw an old man in front of him. The old man was holding a plate in his hand, and then he sat opposite him.

"It's not true, but I can deal with it."

Xue Xiang responded, then lowered his head and started eating again. It was probably because he was rude, but the old man in front of him was too flirtatious. He was dressed in a blue cloth jacket and was reluctant to change it, especially the collar and cuffs, which were shiny. Xue Xiang couldn't stand this when eating.

With a thud, the old man bit off half of the steamed bun in one bite, chewed it with his cheeks, and picked up a large chopstick and pickled vegetables in his right hand, stuffed it into his mouth, and then started chewing it. After finishing it, he took a bite of porridge and wiped his mouth with satisfaction, and hummed, "You young boys, you have enjoyed the blessing of New China and have never suffered any guilt. I think you are accustomed to the problem of being fat and picking up thin. I have been hungry for you for two days, so I have kept this problem and cured it."

"Do you say this? The scope of attack is too wide? It is not suitable for your appetite and cannot be eaten. These are two concepts. The taste of this mixed bun is not as good as that of a big meat bun. You can't deny this objective fact, right?"

Xue Xiang's ci was sharp and said the old man was stunned. Then he glared and cursed: "False theory, fallacies..."

But the old man didn't say anything clearly about what kind of fallacies it was. Instead, he frowned and bit the steamed bun hard.

Xue Xiang was too lazy to compete with the old man. At this moment, he was so hungry that he had been staying up all night, but he was hungry in his stomach. He had to endure it before he could chew it slowly. At this moment, the old man hugged the steamed bun and feasted. He could no longer bear the temptation, so he drank the remaining half of the steamed bun in two mouthfuls.

After killing this half of the steamed bun, I still didn't feel anything in my stomach. Look at the clear porridge in front of me that could make people shine and empty plates with three or two shredded pickles, Xue Xiang was crying without tears. He didn't have money in his pocket, but the canteen of the government seems to be far more regular than their Xiaoshan County Party Committee. Although the canteen of Xiaoshan County Party Committee has a canteen sign, it is no different from the restaurant, especially the standing committee members eat small stoves at all, where can I get the big pot rice?

But the prefectural canteen looked like steamed buns, pickles, and porridge, and there was no third thing at all. It was obviously a complete big pot rice. Not only that, the dining people did not get a meal ticket, but instead used a meal coupon.

, let Xue Xiang have no place to use money.

"Hey, didn't you say it was not to your appetite? Why did you get a stomachache in just a few strokes?"

The old man finally noticed Xue Xiang's strangeness now and asked for advice.

Xue Xiang picked up the porridge and sipped it, and sighed: "You always listen halfway through your obedience. It doesn't fit your appetite, but it doesn't fit your belly. This steamed bun is not delicious, but your belly needs it. Take the Red Army's past grassland for example. Can the belt and grass roots fit your appetite? Isn't it the same thing to eat?"

The old man rolled his eyes, thumped the bowl on the table, "Xue Xiang, you are a top student at Peking University, you are a good girl. How can I compare to the past when I was traveling on the grassland? The planes in the sky bombarded and blocked Jiang Jun on the ground. With belts, it would be good to eat grass roots! What life is this now? I have built a country and let you guys enjoy the blessings. At this moment, I am shameless and compared with me with steamed buns and leather. I am shameless!"

Wow!

When the old man got angry, Xue Xiang was stunned. At this moment, he didn't know that he was kicking the iron plate this time, the old Red Army Party Secretary Chen Jian, who climbed the snow-capped mountains and the grassland. At this moment, Xue Xiang regretted that he wanted to slap himself twice, waited overnight, and he lost his vigilance. He didn't care whether he was eating or not. In the morning, he suddenly knew that he was a human being and had to eat. He gave him a meal coupon. It was obvious that he was waiting for him in the cafeteria!

At present, regret is useless, and admitting mistakes is even more low-level. Xue Xiang decided to force himself, "Secretary Chen, your revolutionary ancestors fought bloody battles and founded a republic. We juniors can only admire them, so how dare you be disrespectful. However, no matter how the times change, this steamed bun is not as delicious as meat buns. The belt and grass roots are not as good as beef and barley noodles. Unless you invite a master to stew the noodles made by the steamed buns with honey, and the belt and grass roots with ribs. Otherwise, you will even hold your gun to me and I will stick to my opinion!"

"Haha..." Chen Jian laughed silently and pointed at Xue Xiang with chopsticks, saying, "Okay, okay, no one wants your life, I don't have the time to argue with you about steamed buns and meat buns. Promise, eat it. As you get older, your appetite will be bad after all."

Speaking, Chen Jian pushed his plate towards Xue Xiang, and there was a whole steamed bun and half a plate of pickles left on the plate.

Xue Xiang was not polite, so he grabbed a few bites and wiped it out. By the way, after drying half a bowl of porridge in the bowl, touching his belly, he finally felt a little.

"Xue Xiang, what do you think of Wei Qiming?"

Chen Jian suddenly took out a dry tobacco pipe from his waist, knocked it on the shoe clapper, and asked such a shocking sentence.

To be honest, Chen Jian gave Xue Xiang a strange feeling. This person was extremely simple, his ideas seemed extremely outdated, and his brain seemed not very flexible. However, when facing such a person, Xue Xiang felt extremely stressed. He always felt that he was facing a simple dull sword, which seemed to be turbid and broken, but it was a heavy sword without sharp edges. He was very clever and did not show his sharpness occasionally, so he couldn't stand it.

At this moment, when Chen Jian asked a seemingly simple and ordinary question, Xue Xiang didn't know how to answer because he couldn't figure out the starting point and tendency of Chen Jian's question. Seeing that Chen Jian's face gradually became darker, Xue Xiang said anxiously: "Secretary Wei has a strong desire for human rights. Sometimes he likes to play with power and does not care much about the people. However, it is not easy for Xiaoshan County to maintain the situation under his presidency over the years. In general, he is not a qualified party member, but he can barely be considered a qualified secretary!"

There was no way, and I couldn't figure out Chen Jian's tendency, so Xue Xiang had to answer accordingly.

"You are not a qualified party member, but a qualified secretary!" Chen Jianbiao sniffed his cigarette and sprayed out a light smoke. "You said something smelly, it's just a stinky smell. You fart with me. Even the party member is not qualified. Is this secretary qualified?"

Xue Xiang was speechless and Chen Jian was serious. How could he defend himself? Originally, the party members' requirements in the Party Constitution were almost always relying on Comrade Kong and Comrade Lei. If you really count on that, who can pass?

Fortunately, Chen Jian scolded him and did not continue to get involved in this issue. While smoking a cigarette, he asked about the situation of the hardware factory. Xue Xiang answered truthfully. Chen Jian listened more and said less. Half an hour later. Chen Jian raised his watch and suddenly said, "Xue Xiang, come to work in the office of the Prefectural Committee. I will ask you, Deputy Secretary-General of the Prefectural Committee and Director of the Office."

Boom, Xue Xiang's mind buzzed. He was not shocked by this position, but was panicked by the appointment. Although this position was already very sincere, the deputy secretary-general of the Prefectural Committee and the director of the Prefectural Committee Office were only at the location of the Secretary-General of the Prefectural Committee No. 1 Prefectural Committee. If he had the opportunity, he might take over the position of the Secretary-General and join the Prefectural Committee Committee. For Xue Xiang's current position, he was actually promoted.

But Xue Xiang was not happy and shocked by this position, but was also moved by Chen Jian to mobilize him. What was panicked was that if the number one of the Huayuan District Committee, who wanted to move him, would be really powerless to turn the world, but he did not want to leave Xiaoshan. Xiaoshan's career had just begun, and he would never want to leave, and he could no longer be like Kuoshantun and Beijing University News Center. He was kicked away just as he had to make some moves. This time, even if he was the king of heaven, he had to refute it!

"I won't go!"

Xue Xiang was determined.

Chen Jian's face was calm, as if he had expected it, "The organization's intentions must be implemented, and you must understand the organization's difficulties."

Chen Jian rarely used a soft tone.

To be honest, Chen Jian still admires Xue Xiang quite a bit. Whether in terms of motivation, motivation or level of struggle, Chen Jian believes that Xue Xiang is a rare talent. After all, the dazzling achievements of the hardware factory are real, and Wei is famous. The two veterans of Yu Dingzhong not only did not subdue this kid, but instead made this kid stagger. This is enough to show that this person is not only passionate, but also scheming!

But then again, Chen Jian had his own difficulties in adjusting Xue Xiang. The biggest difficulty was that Xue Xiang was not honest and caused trouble in Xiaoshan County. This guy had just been in Xiaoshan for more than a year and had done so many things, one more shocking. Chen Jian wanted to live a quiet life, but he didn't want him, Monkey King, to struggle under the bottom, and wanted to stop him and look for prison.

Furthermore, for this guy, the atmosphere of the prefectural committee team has been very unfair recently. Although it is still within control, Chen Jian does not have so much energy. For a young boy, he has worked hard to balance the committee.

With these two points, it is imperative to adjust Xue Xiang, not to mention that Chen Jian asked himself that the fruit was big enough, which was considered to be a reward for the kid's contribution.
Chapter completed!