At 8:30 in the morning, Wang Siyu went to the small auditorium of the municipal party committee to attend an enlarged meeting. The content was that before the end of the year, all government agencies and units should strengthen their learning and complete a rectification movement. Wang Siyu sat on a chair and yawned. He knew that some god was making moves again. Sometimes he couldn't tell the difference between rectification and persecution. He was both two JB soup and one JB flavor.

After returning, he distributed the new "Responsibilities and Division of Labor of the Comprehensive Department", and then arranged for people to hand over several stacks of documents and archives to the Municipal Archives Bureau; he called the Municipal Old Cadre Management Bureau and asked how he prepared the afternoon tea party; he also called the government-run comprehensive department and urged them to collect the work results of several large-scale investment promotion groups as soon as possible. This year, several deputy mayors from the government led a team to more than a dozen cities and came back to report more than 700,000 yuan in tickets, but they did not even reach an intention agreement, so the work results were difficult to write. They did not send materials, and it was impossible to complete the summary of the committee and office. For this matter, the government office and the two departments of the committee office had a lot of disputes. It seemed that they had to continue to pull them down. After putting down the phone, it was already lunch time.

This time, Zhou Songlin deliberately took the exam to take the exam and asked Wang Siyu to write the speech draft himself. Wang Siyu did not dare to neglect it. While eating, he read the manuscript. Zheng Dajun walked over with his lunch box and lowered his head to click on several places in the manuscript. After Wang Siyu thought about it for a while, he felt that there was something wrong. It was too late to modify it, so he simply deleted some content to make the speech draft more concise. Don't underestimate the writing of the manuscript. A talented man in the Qingzhou Municipal Party Committee Office had fallen on this. Four rare words appeared in a report, which made the leader lose face on the spot. As a result, the leader was furious and found a open excuse to be dismissed from public office.

Wang Siyu corrected the document and read it three times again before he felt relieved. Of course, Zhou Songlin was the first pen run by the commission, and what he wrote would definitely not be able to catch Zhou Songlin's eyes, but since it was an exam, he had to strive to get a good score.

In the afternoon, in the small auditorium of the Municipal Old Cadre Management Bureau, Zhou Songlin and retired veteran cadres in Qingzhou City gathered together and held a tea party. Secretary-General Zhou was full of emotion and exaggerated when he spoke. He focused on four points in his speech at the meeting.

First, we must earnestly implement the policy benefits. During major festivals, special personnel must be arranged to visit and condolences; each year, special medical funds must be allocated and physical examinations of veteran cadres should be organized regularly to treat diseases early and prevent them early, so that veteran cadres can have a care for their elderly.

The second is to care about the daily lives of veteran cadres, and subscribe to newspapers and magazines for retired veteran cadres for free, so that veteran cadres can learn something in their old age.

Third, we must enrich and activate the cultural life of veteran cadres, improve the quality of life of veteran cadres, and cultivate the spiritual and cultural life of veteran cadres by holding various cultural and sports activities, so that veteran cadres can enjoy their old age.

Fourth, strengthen understanding of the importance of building the veteran cadre team, improve the symposium mechanism for veteran cadres, solicit opinions and suggestions, and enable veteran cadres to do something.

During the subsequent exchanges, Secretary-General Zhou was even more courageous and made a decision on the spot to solve several long-standing problems that plagued veteran cadres for many years. He also stated that he would propose to expand the activity center for veteran cadres at the Standing Committee so that these old comrades who worked hard for most of their revolutionary work can enjoy life healthily and enjoy the fruits of Qingzhou's reform and opening up.

After the speech, the veteran cadres present stood up and applauded. Wang Siyu sat next to Secretary Zhou. He could already feel that Secretary Zhou’s confidence and heroic spirit were very different from before. It seemed that he was determined to win the position of Executive Deputy Secretary.

After returning to the office, Secretary-General Zhou was in a good mood and never mentioned the matter of writing and checking. Instead, he smiled and said, "The manuscript was well prepared. It seems that you have put some thought into it during this period."

Wang Siyu was owing his body, with a humble expression on his face, but he felt annoyed. He took a lot of effort and thought about every word before he got the three-word evaluation of "not bad".

Zhou Songlin stood in front of the window with a teacup, looked out, and said to himself: "Behind the stage, behind the meeting, before and after, before and after, hehe, everyone said that the secretary is the secretary general, and the subordinate is the leader and the superior is the housekeeper. This is not wrong."

Wang Siyu could hear that Zhou Songlin was a little tired of the position of Secretary-General, but he didn't know what he could do in this matter. After all, he is just a chess piece now, not a chess player, and is not qualified to play in that high-level field.

Zhou Songlin thought for a moment, then turned around and said in a deep voice: "You go to the provincial capital tomorrow and implement the matter of hiring experts from West China University. This matter can be handled through Yuanyuan, but it must be kept confidential in advance and no news can be leaked in advance. In addition, please help me see how her life is going on recently. If there is anything missing, you can help you buy it."

Wang Siyu hurriedly said that there was no problem, but Zhou Songlin did not mean to let him go, but stared at him with a smile, tapping the table with a finger gently, and the sound was extremely rhythmic. Wang Siyu knew that what he wanted to say next might be the most important thing he would do when he went to the provincial capital.

Sure enough, Zhou Songlin glanced at the door before lowering his voice, and whispered: "The current work of the three departments is to Zheng Dajun. You can stay in the provincial capital for a few more days, go to the Fang family to find out what the province thinks about the change of the Qingzhou Standing Committee. In addition, it is best to arrange for Fang Rujing to meet me again. If you make arrangements on the other side, I will go there."

Only then did Wang Siyu realize that Zhou Songlin wanted to go to the front station by himself. Thinking about it, he was the person of Secretary Zhang after all, and the Fang family could not trust him without reservation. The relationship between him and the Fang family might be more personal, and this kind of relationship is often easier to get things done.

Wang Siyu did not express his opinion, but nodded slightly. Zhou Songlin took out a card from his pocket and handed it to Wang Siyu, and sighed: "I don't know if this girl Yuanyuan can take it. Oh, it would be great if her mother was still there."

Wang Siyu put the card in his mouth and said softly: "Secretary-General, please rest assured. I will persuade Teacher Zhou if I have the chance in the future."

He was unintentionally speaking, but when it came to Zhou Songlin's ears, it turned into another smell. So he patted Wang Siyu's shoulder with his generous big hands, and helped him tidy up his collar. He reminded him in the unique tone of the elder: "Be careful when you are outside, drink less, and don't take the car run by the commission when you go to the provincial capital."

Wang Siyu understood that the activities at the municipal party committee level were all done silently, unlike the bureau below who was making a big fuss and making noises without hesitation, for fear that others would not know that they were going out to run for office.

Wang Siyu came out of Zhou Songlin's room and went straight into Zheng Dajun's office. Zheng Dajun hurriedly made tea for him, handed the cigarette over diligently, and helped light it. If outsiders came in at this time, they would definitely think that Wang Siyu was the director and Zheng Dajun was the section chief.

After talking about the main business, Zheng Dajun took Wang Siyu's hand and said, "Brother, let's go to my house to gather somewhere else. Your sister-in-law has a sister who looks pretty beautiful. She wants to introduce it to you."

Wang Siyu was stunned when he heard this, thinking that after seeing your brother-in-law's virtue, no matter how beautiful a woman is, she can't take it. Not to mention meeting her, she felt goose bumps on her body, so she hurriedly said, "Director, that's so thankful to her sister-in-law, she has troubled her, but I have a girlfriend in the provincial capital."

Zheng Dajun thought too much when he heard this, thinking that no wonder, I have read Wang Siyu's file, and there is no strong relationship. The relationship is due to the light of his girlfriend. He knew that such a thing was not easy to talk about, so he smiled mysteriously and said, "I understand, I understand."

At noon the next day, Wang Siyu rushed to the provincial capital and still stayed in the Yintai Hotel. What surprised him was that after several months, his painting board was still in the lost and found place. Although the painting board was not worth much money, Wang Siyu had a lot of affection for the things he had used. After all, he bought it in his sophomore year, and it is always a good thing to be able to retrieve it.

After lunch and buying some gifts, Wang Siyu took a taxi to the gate of Huada University and returned to his alma mater again. A sense of intimacy arose. It has been a few days of holiday now, but there are still students in groups of three or three at the entrance of the school. When they walked to the basketball court, Wang Siyu put down the fruit basket in his hand and shouted to a junior who was dribbling: "Brother, pass the ball."

The man smiled slightly, shook his hands, and the basketball flew straight over. Wang Siyu received the basketball and jumped up one step away from the three-point line. With a trembling wrist, the basketball drew a beautiful arc and fell steadily into the box with a 'swish' sound. "MLGBD, why have you never been so accurate when you were in school?" Wang Siyu couldn't help but mutter.

The man raised his thumbs up at Wang Siyu, then received the bounced basketball, turned around and made a counterball, and the ball also entered the net.

Wang Siyu gave him a thumbs up, then clapped his hands, picked up the fruit basket and walked backwards.

After looking at the address given by Secretary-General Zhou, Wang Siyu knew that Zhou Yuan had not moved and still lived in the family building dozens of meters behind the No. 9 teaching building. When he walked to a row of waist-thick pine and cypress downstairs, he couldn't help but stop and slowly walked to a tree, stroking the trunk. He still clearly remembered that on the night before graduation, he personally hung ten thousand paper cranes that were worn with red thread on the tree.

Each crane is a portrait, Zhou Yuan's portrait. He didn't know if Zhou Yuan received the ten thousand paper cranes. However, as time goes by, these seem to be no longer important. After all, from the beginning, he had never expected anything, because Zhou Yuan is the kind of woman who will always make you look up to. Her indifference is like an ever-changing iceberg, blocking any attempt to climb.

When he arrived at the fourth floor, the piano music like water was faintly heard through the door. It was Richard Clayderman's "Poems to Adeline". Wang Siyu leaned against the door and closed his eyes and admired them quietly. One song after another, the beautiful melody rushed over like a tide, cleaning his heart. After half an hour, the sound of the piano stopped quietly. Wang Siyu sighed softly and reached out to knock on the door.

Zhou Yuan still looked cold. She had almost never seen her laugh since Wang Siyu met her. She was neither surprised nor enthusiastic about Wang Siyu's sudden visit. After opening the door, she didn't even say hello, so she went straight back to the room, holding a big rag doll in her arms, sitting on the sofa, turning on the TV, and sitting there quietly watching the news.

Wang Siyu was a little embarrassed. The iceberg beauty seemed to have never experienced the fireworks of the world, and never talked about human feelings in the world. So after taking off her shoes, he gently brought the door, walked over barefoot, and bowed: "Hello Teacher Zhou, today I am here to visit you for both official and private affairs."

Zhou Yuan's eyes did not leave the TV, but just nodded slightly, signaling him to continue to say that Wang Siyu took out the materials prepared in advance and placed them on the coffee table. It was an invitation letter from the committee office, saying that the decoration project of the Qingzhou Municipal Party Committee Office was planned to invite relevant experts and scholars from West China University to help check the project to ensure the scientific nature of the project.

After reading the materials, Zhou Yuan nodded and finally said, "Do you do a show, why don't you carry out academic supervision when building roads and development zones?"

Wang Siyu smiled bitterly in his heart: "Those big projects that can move more than one billion or ten billion, let alone the city, I'm afraid even the province will have 800 hands reaching in, and they can't even grab them, so how can they give up?"

He hurriedly said: "I would like to ask Teacher Zhou to help, but it must be kept confidential. The project bidding will take some time to make it public."

Zhou Yuan nodded and continued to watch her TV.

Wang Siyu took out his bank card and put it on the coffee table, and whispered: "Secretary General Zhou hopes you will add a few more cotton coats. The winters in West China have become colder and colder in recent years."

Zhou Yuan said coldly this time: "I won't collect his stuff."

Wang Siyu thought to himself, I will not retreat after the thing is brought. If you want to return, you should go back yourself.

It was the first time he came to Zhou Yuan's house. He looked around and suddenly found a large photo frame on the beautiful grand piano stand in front of him, with a very handsome young man taking a photo with Zhou Yuan. The person's appearance was 70 to 80% similar to his. Wang Siyu was even more surprised to find that in that photo, Zhou Yuan's smile was so bright.

Seeing Wang Siyu staring at the photo frame, Zhou Yuan's eyebrows frowned, and her expression was a little unnatural. She stood up and turned off the TV, threw off the doll in her arms, picked up the photo frame and walked into the bedroom. The bedroom door was then closed with a "bang".

Wang Siyu smiled bitterly and shouted, "Teacher Zhou, then I'll leave first. Please worry about the decoration."

The bedroom was still quiet, just like when I came, and Zhou Yuan didn't say hello or say a word when she left.

Wang Siyu slowly moved to the door until he put on his shoes and pushed the door out, and there was no sound in the inner room.

"Hey! It's really inhumane!" Wang Siyu sighed and shook his head, turning around and going downstairs.
Chapter completed!