Outside the city office building, in the morning.

In late autumn, the slightly cold wind blew heartlessly, flying yellow leaves all over the sky, and yellow leaves fell at the gate of the municipal government compound. Several cleaners from the sanitation bureaus lowered their heads to clean up the fallen leaves, and occasionally complained.

Tang Xiaolan drove into the government compound in a newly bought Nissan sedan. After stopping the car, she hesitated for a moment, and hurried into the office building.

She was a little unwilling to give up and was ready to come to Mayor Sun Jianguo to "enjoy Yi Er" and talk about cooperation with the bankrupt "Yi Mao" and the soon-to-be "San Mao". Such a thing is difficult to declare from the bottom down, and it is only possible to achieve it from the top down - it must be dominated by the will of senior leaders, and there is no other way.

Recently, Mayor Sun Jianguo is in a low mood. He has been staying in the office and rarely goes out. All the things that appear at meetings, events, inspections, investigations and visits have been cancelled. Sun Jianguo's bad mood naturally affects the staff around him, such as his secretary Lin Qingyong.

Lin Qingyong originally thought that he could see the bright moon when he guarded the clouds. With Sun Jianguo's in power, he naturally did not suffer any losses. He was just about to be assigned to a county-level and department-level position in the future. However, he was in vain. The provincial party committee was airborne and Deng Ning was about to become the secretary of the municipal party committee. Sun Jianguo's thought of taking office was instantly disillusioned.

In fact, if he was not the secretary of the listing party committee, as mayor, Sun Jianguo would not be so depressed or embarrassed. But the key to the problem is that the arrangements of the provincial party committee are almost publicized by "dissatisfied with his work", which directly affects Sun Jianguo's personal authority in Anbei City.

Sun Jianguo was invisible suppression, and Lin Qingyong's life was not easy. In the past, those officials who had seen him were either timid or flattered, now there was a hint of gloating and contempt in their eyes when they looked at him. Lin Qingyong was angry but did not dare to cause any attacks.

When Sun Jianguo had nothing to do, he was even more idle. Lin Qingyong was reading the newspaper boredly in the office. Suddenly he found the charming Tang Xiaolan appeared at his door. His eyebrows raised and he thought to himself: What is this woman doing?

Tang Xiaolan is a beauty selected from thousands of people, enough to arouse any man's desire. However, the so-called "fullness" is thought of lust, and only if there is nothing to do is to make trouble. For Lin Qingyong at this moment, the beauty of red and pink is just a pile of white bones and skeletons. The dim political future has already left him with all his romance and beauty behind.

"Hello, Secretary Lin, can I come in?" Tang Xiaolan smiled slightly and knocked on the door.

Lin Qingyong let out a long sigh and said lightly, "So it's Mr. Tang, are you asking me for trouble?"

"Secretary Lin, I want to meet Mayor Sun. I don't know if the leader has time. Please arrange it." Tang Xiaolan smiled and habitually brought Lin Qingyong's office door, and then took out two bottles of imported perfume from his bag. "These are two bottles of perfume brought back from France. Secretary Lin took it back to his sister-in-law and asked her to give it a try. I feel pretty good."

Tang Xiaolan gave such a small gift calmly and habitually, and in the past, Lin Qingyong should have received such small things from Tang Xiaolan, which are very expensive. However, Lin Qingyong dared not accept it now. One is that he regarded Tang Xiaolan as "misfortune" that he was afraid of to avoid it and did not dare to provoke; the other is that the style of the new municipal party secretary Deng Ninglin was in full swing, and he did not have the courage to attack Secretary Deng at this time.

"What is Mr. Tang doing? Don't do this, please take it back quickly!" Lin Qingyong frowned, "Mr. Tang, it's not that I don't make arrangements for you, but that Mayor Sun is very busy with work now and has a tight schedule. He can't find time to meet guests at all."

Seeing that Lin Qingyong refused so "simple and crudely", Tang Xiaolan didn't even have any room for turning around, and he chuckled and said, "Secretary Lin, help me, I won't delay the leader for a long time. I will report a small matter to Mayor Sun."

Lin Qingyong curled his lips and thought to himself, "Let's forget it." Hou Senlin coveted your beauty at the beginning, but in the end he was caught in prison without eating it. You harmed Hou Senlin, and now you want to harm Sun Jianguo again? Nonsense!

"Mr. Tang, I really can't make arrangements for you, and I can't let you in. Mayor Sun is talking to other city leaders about important tasks. You should go back first. I'll notify you when the leader is free! That's it." Lin Qingyong said in a stiff and firm manner, and at the same time he got up and prepared to see off the guests.

Tang Xiaolan was turned away and felt very uncomfortable, and her pretty face turned red. But she knew her current situation, and she knew that the environment in the city was far from comparable before, and mayor Sun Jianguo could not see it as soon as she wanted to see it. With this in mind, she had to get up and nod and smile at Lin Qingyong, turned her head and walked out of Lin Qingyong's office.

Lin Qingyong looked at Tang Xiaolan's slender and swaying figure and her plump buttocks wrapped tightly in her professional suit skirt, and the coveting in her eyes flashed away.

...

Tang Xiaolan stood on the curb opposite the municipal government compound, stroking her plump breasts with her hands, and her pretty face changed.

After pondering for a long time, she took out her elder brother from her bag and called Luo Zhiyuan a page.

When he received a call from Tang Xiaolan, Luo Zhiyuan was on the phone with An Guoqing in the provincial capital. An Guoqing told Luo Zhiyuan on the phone that his father An Zhiru's previous "hard work" was not in vain. In order to facilitate his work in Anbei City, Deng Ninglin transferred An Zhiru, a department-level cadre from the Provincial Department of Education, to the city through a leader in the province - he served as deputy secretary-general of the Municipal Party Committee Office and executive deputy director of the Municipal Party Committee Office, which was used as a confidant.

The director of the Municipal Party Committee Office is usually a member of the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee and a secretary-general. Therefore, in terms of specific work, An Zhiru, the executive deputy director, is almost the top leader of the Municipal Party Committee Office, surpassing the other two ordinary deputy directors. He is also a person transferred by Secretary Deng from the province. Under this background, An Zhiru's power in the Municipal Party Committee Office can be imagined.

It's very popular - even the Secretary-General of the Municipal Party Committee has to give him some face.

Therefore, although An Zhiru is still a county-level position, the current position is essentially different from the director of the Education Department. Just like the difference between the section chief of the agency and the township chief, and the director and the county chief.

"National Day, congratulations. Uncle An has this opportunity and may cross the county-level threshold in the future and continue to move upwards."

"That's right, buddy, to be honest, don't be so pretentious between our brothers. My dad works in Anbei. If you have any questions, just ask him for it-" An Guoqing laughed and lowered his voice: "You and Secretary Deng are also familiar with each other. If you have this relationship, your dad can move too..."

After hearing An Guoqing's words, Luo Zhiyuan sighed softly, but said nothing. His father Luo Polu had already begun to want to retreat - what else can he talk about to go up! However, since his father had made a decision, as his son, Luo Zhiyuan could only support him unconditionally.

An Zhiru came to work in the city, which was a good thing for Luo Zhiyuan. This connection was enough to accomplish a lot of things.

After talking to An Guoqing, Luo Zhiyuan was in a good mood and grabbed the pager. Seeing that it was Tang Xiaolan's number, he went back on the office phone.

There was no one in the office today. Some of Song Jianjun, Lao Huang and other three went out for meetings, and some went out for interviews, and he was the only one left at home.

"Sister Xiaolan, what's wrong with me?" Luo Zhiyuan's understatement voice came into Tang Xiaolan's ears. Tang Xiaolan paused and said angrily: "Why, I haven't talked to you if I'm fine?"

"Haha, of course." Luo Zhiyuan smiled.

"Are you free? Come out for lunch and have a meal together?" Tang Xiaolan said softly.

"Okay, let's go eat Western food." Luo Zhiyuan smiled, "A Western restaurant is opened at the west gate of People's Park. Let's go and try it!"

"Okay, I'll go to your newspaper to pick you up."

"No need, I'll take a taxi by myself and meet in the restaurant." Luo Zhiyuan politely declined.
Chapter completed!