On the morning of the sixth day when Wang Siyu arrived at Shagangzi Forest Farm, Zhou Songlin held a working meeting in the office. The four deputy secretary-generals of the committee office and the two deputy directors of the office attended the meeting. At the meeting, he first praised the recent work of the committee office, and then put forward some new requirements. He also proposed that in order to improve work efficiency, the three comprehensive departments should be re-divided. This proposal was proposed by the secretary-general in person, which was not a proposal but a decision, so the plan was approved without any suspense.

Secretary-General Zhou then asked everyone to discuss the candidates for the new section chief of the third section. The two deputy secretary-generals hurriedly proposed the candidates they wanted, but Secretary-General Zhou listened very carefully and took a pen to remember something on the paper from time to time. When the two of them finished speaking, they slowly drank a sip of tea and said with a smile: "Everyone talk to see if there are any other more suitable candidates."

The two of them came back to their senses. It turned out that the Secretary-General had already had a candidate in his heart, so he looked at each other for a few times, stopped talking, and waited for the Secretary-General to reveal the answer.

Secretary-General Zhou looked around and saw that no one was talking again, so he coughed and asked casually: "How is this comrade Wang Siyu? Let's talk!"

His words were vague, as if he was asking Wang Siyu how he usually performed, and as if he was asking Wang Siyu how he was the chief of the third department. This depends on how he understood the leader's intentions.

"Okay, this little comrade is very good!" Deputy Secretary-General Luo, who had been dozing off on the sofa just now, suddenly became energetic, slapped the coffee table and sat upright, and made his comments loudly. The sound was like a loud bell, which made everyone in the room numb: "Although those people just now were also very excellent, I still think Xiao Wang is more motivated and very energetic!"

Another deputy secretary-general who had not spoken just now was unwilling to fall behind, so he put down his teacup and said loudly: "This time I thought of going with the secretary-general again. Xiao Wang is a practical person. Such a comrade needs to be assured. I have been observing him for a long time, especially recently, recently, Xiao Wang's progress has been quite obvious. Director Zheng, do you think so?"

Zheng Dajun was drinking tea with a tea cup when he heard these words "puff" and sprayed all the tea on his pants.

Seeing this, Secretary-General Zhou's face turned cold and his expression became serious, and he asked coldly: "Why, Deputy Director Zheng has different opinions?"

Zheng Dajun was extremely slick. Knowing that his actions just now caused dissatisfaction with the Secretary-General, he hurriedly said seriously: "I agree with the Secretary-General's proposal. Comrade Wang Siyu has always been active. He not only worked hard to do his job in the Secretary-General's department, but also often took the initiative to help in the comprehensive department. After long-term observation, I think he is not only strong in business skills, but also has management talents. I have been training this comrade. I also sent him to the grassroots level for investigation a few days ago. I think he will definitely be competent for the position of section chief."

Secretary-General Zhou heard that the tense muscles on his face relaxed, and then he returned to a light expression, "Let's talk about it."

Everyone hurriedly agreed and said that this comrade had a strong work ability and was competent for the position of section chief. Then, combined with Wang Siyu's usual work performance, he further discovered his bright spots.

Until everyone threw away all the adjectives that were praised in their stomachs and could no longer express new tricks, Secretary-General Zhou put away his smile, held the pen and tapped the table gently, and said with a serious expression: "Wang Siyu, although I don't know much about this little comrade, since everyone says he is good and suggests that Xiao Wang be on the side, I will obey the majority, but I can say ugly words in front. Whoever recommends it will be responsible, especially you, Comrade Zheng Dajun, you know the situation the most. If he can't do a good job and makes a major mistake, I will ask you first!"

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After listening to the Secretary-General's speech, Zheng Dajun opened his mouth into the shape of "O".

He didn't know how he walked out of the Secretary-General's office, but he felt dry mouth and numb. Although Wang Siyu's position level was below him after he was promoted to the section chief, Zheng Dajun worked hard in the commission office for many years, and of course he knew the interests of this. In his eyes, this three comprehensive departments were simply tailor-made for Wang Siyu's position as a section chief, and this weight is not light.

I just distributed the candidates that the Secretary-General will value. After working for so many years, this is the first time that Zheng Dajun has made such a mistake. Within the system, especially in government agencies, if he wants to make progress every day, he must follow the leaders and not keep up with one step at a time. This is Zheng Dajun's experience in the officialdom for many years.

Feeling a little bitter in his mouth, he returned to his office in a daze, holding a teacup and began to think about it. Wang Siyu probably has a background. He has been promoted to the section chief for only more than a year after working, and has not even made a transition to the deputy section. This is a typical exceptional promotion. The exceptional promotion often represents a deep background and privilege. It is too unwise to oppose such a person.

He walked around the house with a teacup on his back a few times. The more he thought about it, the more anxious he felt that he had to ease his relationship with the other party before he was appointed and turned into a treasure. It seemed that this kid was quite kind and did not report his own secretly behind his back. Otherwise, the Secretary-General would have called him over and scolded him. Zheng Dajun thought about it and felt that it was not appropriate to take the initiative. Thinking of this, he hurriedly took out his cell phone to call Wang Siyu, but after dialing it several times, the phone prompted the user that was not in the service area.

Zheng Dajun hurriedly called Master Wu, the driver of the driver's car: "Hey, Lao Wu, please go to Shagangzi Forest Farm of Qingshan County Forestry Bureau immediately to bring Comrade Xiao Wang back. For the moment, you must ensure safety on the road. This is a difficult task..."

After making the phone call, Zheng Dajun took out a black leather notebook full of aphorisms from the drawer, sat on a chair and started to flip.

"The Constitution does not have a big view. The Constitution can only constrain your life, but the leader's view can determine your life."

"Plaining and flattering makes people progress, honest words make people fall behind, good news will bring good news, and worries will bring worries."

"It's better to say it well than to do it well, it's better to take it well than to say it well, it's better to give it well than to take it well."

“Flame is an advanced art that is appreciated by leaders.”

"The leader's intention is your intention, the leader's opinion is your opinion, and the people around the leader are equivalent to the leader himself."

After reading this, he took out his pencil and wrote Wang Siyu after this sentence. Then he circled his name and asked another question mark. After thinking for a long time, he finally made up his mind to use fly-headed small calligraphy to mark: "Wang Siyu!"

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In the afternoon, the weather was cold and there was no sun. Although there were mountains and forests nearby, the west wind still blew over. The wind was very hard, making Wang Siyu's clothes rush. He had just gone to the convenience store in Shagangzi Village nearby to buy a bag of Hongtashan, and brought back some peanuts and canned food to serve the old man in the door. After getting along these days, the two of them had some feelings. Even the big yellow dog became familiar with him, shaking his head and tail from time to time, sticking his tongue around him, wandering around him, from time to time, leaning over and rubbing intimately.

When they pushed the door open and entered the house, the old man at the door had already poured the wine and was waiting for him with a cigarette pole in his mouth. The two of them brushed the plates and bowls, then they pilled the newspaper on the table, arranged the food, and then they started drinking one cup after another.

After drinking three glasses of wine, Wang Siyu felt that his stomach was warm. The old man at the door told him that the wine looked inconspicuous, but the real pure grain wine was picked up by his relatives in the county’s winery and directly from the big jar. The can of wine was specially made by the minds of the county. Although it was domineering and tasted average, the headache did not hurt after being drunk, and nothing happened when you sleep. It was better than many big brands on the market. Those wineries spent their money on advertisements, mostly mixed with alcohol.

Wang Siyu put down his chopsticks and asked with his arms around, "Uncle, that Shagangzi Village is so poor that it is full of thatched houses everywhere, and some children are wearing patched pants. Why do I see that there are two small foreign buildings in the village, which are so elegantly built."

The old man in the door picked up a few peanuts and threw them into his mouth. He smashed them and smacked them. He tasted the canned fish meat, then put down the chopsticks and raised them.

He said with a glass of wine: "That family has power and is a bully here. They have registered in the county and can't afford to offend anyone. Don't provoke them, as the family is even more ill-hearted."

"It's the house of the former village chief?" Wang Siyu remembered what Director Huang said in the car and suddenly realized that this family should be the relative of Minister Wang, the Propaganda Department who was still studying at the Party School.

"Well, the sky is high and the emperor is far away. Although the old Shi family has stepped down, there are still some forces in the village. The main reason is that there are people in the town and the county support it. I heard that there are relatives who are high-ranking officials in the city. Once I came back to see him. Good guy, the carts lined up, and all the county leaders came down. They paid money from house to house in advance, and each household was given 200 yuan. At that time, no matter what the leader said, as long as he finished a paragraph, you all shouted, and then slapped them together."

Wang Siyu was amused after hearing the "Puchi" and thought to himself that the cadres below were so talented, and the solution to the problem was simple and straightforward. As long as you have money, the people would care about what you said. Besides, people might not believe it if you say it in a mess, and they were afraid of being fooled.

When the two were chatting hard, two 'beep' sounds suddenly came from outside the door. The old man at the door hurriedly hid the wine and said, "College student, please pack up the table first. I'll open the door. If it's too late, you will be scolded by the leader."

Wang Siyu wrapped the food on the table in a plastic bag, wrapped it up and threw it on the windowsill, and pushed the door out to see which leader came down, so he could follow and learn about the situation.

As soon as he walked into the yard, the driver Lao Wu walked over with a smile, "Secretary Wang, I'll pick you up."

The old man at the door was stunned immediately, and Wang Siyu was even more confused by the name of Old Wu, and hurriedly said, "Master Wu, don't talk nonsense, when will I become the section chief? You mentioned it."

Old Wu took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it over, and then lit it for Wang Siyu quickly. Then he came over and said mysteriously: "The meeting was scheduled this morning, and I'm waiting for the procedure. Everyone in the commission knows it. You are probably the only one who is still in the dark. At noon, Deputy Secretary-General Luo called Wang Dawei to the office and said which one was called Wang Siyu. Why have I never heard of it? Wang Dawei said he was just assigned to him last year.

Deputy Secretary-General Luo said "Oh" and said nothing. Then he saw the report materials on Zheng Dajun's desk. You are the only candidate for the chief of the third department. Wang Dawei was so jealous when he saw it. He spread everywhere, saying that he had been withered for fifteen or sixteen years before becoming the chief. Wang Siyu, this guy, had been working for more than a year and then he jumped up. In less than half an hour, the matter spread. My car was halfway through, and Lao Liu, the driver class, called me to tell me."

Wang Siyu suddenly realized, so he turned around and said goodbye to the old man at the door, saying, "Mr. I have to go back. You have to pay attention to your health. Drink less white wine. Drink two taels at a time. Then he took out two hundred yuan and stuffed it into the old man's hand, saying, "This is the money to buy wine and food for the old man, but I have a request. Don't applaud when I leave later, don't applaud."

Old Wu quickly helped Wang Siyu to put all the things in the car. Wang Siyu went to tease the big yellow again, then waved to the old man watching the door, opened the car door, and sat in the passenger seat. When the car started, the old man kept waving to him. When the car drove away, the old man squatted down and muttered to the big yellow dog, "Look, I said he can't stand it for seven days, right? But I didn't realize that the dog god is still a leader."

Wang Siyu was sitting in the car, listening to Lao Wu talking about the interesting things that happened in the government over the past few days, and was a little absent-minded. He thought to himself that Zhao Fan should have returned home at this time, and he would be unlikely to have the opportunity to contact Zhang Qianying alone in the future. Thinking of this, his mood was a little dull. But when the car passed by a small town, his eyes accidentally glanced out of the car window, but was laughed out loud by a slogan painted outside the red wall of the town government on the roadside. When the slogan came, he saw: The party is my mother, but when he returned, he had to read it backwards.
Chapter completed!