Haha, yesterday’s Lantern Festival, I’m sorry for delaying the update!

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Three days later, Guo Lan completed the first draft of the "scope of deliberation" and "deliberation procedures" of the procedures for the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee.

After reading the manuscript, Hou Weidong felt very good. He called Xiao Jin in the fifth conference room: "Xiao Jin, has the first draft come out?"

Xiao Jin was chatting on the computer in the laboratory. The other party was said to be a flower girl holding an oil umbrella. She was having a happy chat. She was interrupted by Hou Weidong's phone call and he was a little absent-minded. "Director Hou, most of the manuscripts have been completed, but this kind of important manuscript needs to be polished again. Is it OK to submit the manuscript the day after tomorrow?"

Hou Weidong was unwilling to delay for a long time and said, "You must give it to me tomorrow. The Secretary-General is very urging you so hard, don't miss it."

After putting down the phone, Xiao Jin said to himself dissatisfiedly: "This is a rule, not a primary school student who writes essays. He should conduct research and hold a seminar to analyze it. He can complete it wherever he says it."

After complaining, he picked up the manuscript in the drawer and hurriedly started reading it. Since accepting the task, he has written some intermittently. He studied law in college, and party affairs work is a new topic for him. Therefore, he basically copied the information according to his hand.

After looking at the materials for a while, he felt extremely bored and was thinking about the girl Hua holding an oil umbrella from Jiangnan who was chatting just now. He couldn't help but come to the front of the computer and soon contacted the girl Hua again.

"Have you gone there? Ignore you like this again."

Xiao Jin replied: "Damn it. Someone came to bother me just now, and that person hated the most."

After hanging up the phone, Hou Weidong said to Guo Lan beside him: "Wait for Xiao Jin's article. It's better to write it yourself. Maybe it's faster." Guo Lan was not very happy to hear his tone and said: "Xiao Jin has just graduated from college. Her social role has not been completely changed. It still needs to be given some time."

"Xiao Jin graduated only five years later than us. When we graduated, we rely on our own exploration and doing the right thing. We may not be praised. If we do something wrong, we have to take responsibility. Who will give us time and opportunity? Which path to take? How to walk our own path will ultimately depend on ourselves. If we don't understand this, he will suffer a big loss sooner or later."

Guo Lan knew that Hou Weidong's statement was correct, so why did he add the word "reality" in front of society? It is because the society is indeed very realistic. Anyone who cannot clearly realize that society is reality must be subject to the reality of society.

"Xiao Jin's family has good conditions and has never suffered. It's simple to see the problem." Guo Lan thought for a while and said, "Xiao Jin's uncle is Zhang Jiarui."

This coincided with Hou Weidong's guess, and he snorted: "No wonder this personality is indeed a child of a cadre, but Zhang Jiarui is just an uncle, not a biological father."

The two of them were gossiping and began to discuss the draft again. Deputy Secretary-General Zeng Yong walked past the door. He had already walked past and saw Hou Weidong and Guo Lan in the conference room. He retreated again, turned around and walked into the conference room, and said, "Director Hou, Xiao Guo, thank you both for your hard work. Have you made the procedures for the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee?"

The rules of procedure fall into the category of open conspiracy in Zhou Changquan's mind. He made this material with great fanfare. Most of the comrades in the Municipal Party Committee Office knew about this matter. Of course, only Hong Ang and Hou Weidong knew the true intentions.

Hou Weidong handed the completed draft to Zeng Yong and said, "Secretary-General, the draft has not been completed yet. This is the first part. The main thing is the scope of the matter and the rules of the matter. You are an expert, please help us review the first instance."

He habitually handed Zeng Yong a cigarette. When Zeng Yong lit the cigarette and sat at the table thinking about it one by one, he suddenly remembered that Guo Lan didn't like smoking, so he smiled apologetically at her.

Guo Lan wrinkled her nose, she smiled at Hou Weidong and shook her head gently. Hou Weidong understood her expression, which means "no matter".

When they smiled each other, they had a tacit understanding. Guo Lan suddenly burst into a sentence in her heart: "I have a little understanding of each other." Thinking of this sentence, she couldn't help but feel a little panicked and hurriedly brushed her hair with her hands.

Zeng Yong lowered his head and thought about the manuscript seriously. While reading, he touched his double chin with his left hand. He was the deputy secretary-general for many years. His eyes were very vicious and he quickly understood his intentions and said intimately: "No wonder Hou Weidong was asked to write the procedures for the Standing Committee meeting in person. This is clearly a weapon used to deal with Liu Bing."

When Zeng Yong first served as deputy secretary-general, he was just 37 years old. He was ambitious to do something, but he did not know that since Zhou Changquan came to Shazhou to take office, he had been in the position of deputy secretary-general and had not made any progress. Zhou Changquan was also lukewarm with him, not only without any crackdowns or reuse. In one sentence, he was cool in the Municipal Party Committee Office.

For several years, Zeng Yong always had a question in his mind: "I am loyal to Zhou Changquan, why did he always suppress me?"

This problem is a poisonous snake, which has been in Zeng Yong's mind for a long time. It is precisely for this reason that after Liu Bing came to Shazhou, he had frequent private contact with Mayor Liu Bing through the bridge of former organization minister Zhang Jiarui.

Hou Weidong asked politely: "Secretary-General, see which places need to be modified."

"The overall is good, in line with the party's democratic centralism and Shazhou practices. I only have a few small opinions for reference only." Zeng Yong has been engaged in writing work for many years and has a good level. Although the few questions raised to Hou Weidong have not concern the overall situation, they have made the entire writing more refined.

When Zeng Yong left the conference room, Hou Weidong sighed: "The municipal party committee is different, and he hides dragons and tigers everywhere. Deputy Secretary-General Zeng has extraordinary writing skills, so I feel inferior to myself."

Guo Lan brushed her hair casually and said, "If you want to talk about writing skills, there are probably many people in this building who are better than you."

Hou Weidong didn't expect Guo Lan to say so directly. He didn't take it too seriously about writing materials. He smiled and said, "In the past, I was in Qinglin Town, I was doing trivial matters every day. In fact, I didn't write a few articles seriously when I went to the county party committee office. Later, I transferred to the new management office and the science and technology committee. Now my writing level is far inferior to the great people in the municipal party committee office."

Guo Lan said seriously: "The article is well written. That is, the materials for secretary. You are the materials for the county magistrate and mayor. Being a secretary is just a transition."

Guo Lan is a quiet and subtle woman. It was the first time that Hou Weidong received her praise over the years and said with a smile: "We have known each other for many years. This is the first time you praise me. I am flattered."

Guo Lan still said seriously: "The fact that I said yes is, the achievements made by Yiyang Xin Management Committee are inseparable from your hard work. I am a bystander."

Seeing that Guo Lan was very sincere, Hou Weidong felt embarrassed to joke again and said, "Looking back now, I worked hard in Shangqinglin to jump out of the remote mountainous areas. In the future, it was an inertia. Each of us is part of the big gear of society. As this big gear continues to move inertia, if we don't want to move forward, we will be thrown behind our heads soon. The officialdom is the most realistic and coldest."

Guo Lan said: "There is nothing in the world, and the mediocre people worry about it. Everyone fights around. What's the point? Sometimes I really want to leave the Organization Department and go to university to teach."

"The world is like a crow, and you think university is really a pure land."

"It's always better."

Guo Lan said again: "I went to the provincial party school for a few days and found that it was meaningless. I have been thinking about it these days. Why not take advantage of my youth and take a serious exam for a graduate student. Just like Secretary Zhu's former secretary, I hid in the ivory tower, took the time to read books, and play the piano, and it was plain and simple. I was really tired of seeing so many fights in the officialdom."

Listening to Guo Lan's description, Hou Weidong seemed to see a girl walking by the lake in Shazhou College. The musical piano sound was the absolute background. Before he knew it, he was also a little fascinated and his mood calmed down. However, he looked down at the words in his hand and laughed silently, saying, "While I yearn for the pastoral scenery, I was also making documents for people."

When Guo Lan left, Hou Weidong sniffed, and there seemed to be a faint fragrance in the air. He smelled the fragrance and knew women. Indeed, every woman had a unique smell.

The next day, Hou Weidong called Xiao Jin again. Since Secretary Changquan was looking at the documents in the office, he whispered: "Xiao Jin, the manuscript is delivered to my office."

Xiao Jin had a great time chatting with the girl Hua holding an oil umbrella yesterday. When he got off work, he still couldn't bear to leave. He waited until eight o'clock, and then he walked out of the municipal party committee compound hungry. He had no habit of working overtime at night. After going to work the next day, he opened the shelf and took out the materials he had made a few days ago.

After receiving a call from Hou Weidong, he made up his mind and said, "Anyway, there are still layers of leaders to check, so I can barely use this material." He straightened the materials on the computer, added the serial number, printed it, and sent it to Hou Weidong.

Xiao Jin entered Hou Weidong's office. He saw Zhou Changquan from another office at a glance. Zhou Changquan was wearing glasses and lowered his head and was writing something. Hou Weidong didn't say anything, signaling Xiao Jin to sit down, and then carefully looked at the materials.

Zhou Changquan's office was like a thick magnetic field, which made Xiao Jin breathlessly. Hou Weidong in front of him looked at the materials without saying a glance, which was more majestic than in the fifth meeting. He rarely corrected his sitting posture, his expression became dignified, and he secretly regretted: "I was obsessed with the mind yesterday, and I kept talking for most of the day."

After reading the materials, Hou Weidong took out the materials he collected from the drawer and compared them. He looked up at Xiao Jin who was a little restrained and said, "Your manuscript is to combine these materials. Why didn't the key points we discussed have been integrated into it?"

Xiao Jin was already regretting it and was still whispering, saying, "Time is really too tight. If you spend more time to polish it, the effect will be better."

Hou Weidong didn't want to spend more time on Xiao Jin and said, "That's it, your mission has been completed."

Xiao Jin walked out of the office in shame, and he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I finally got the job done."

In the evening, Zhang Jiarui, former member of the Standing Committee of the Shazhou Municipal Party Committee and Minister of Organization, returned to Shazhou due to private matters.

Mayor Liu Bing had a good relationship with Zhang Jiarui, which was one of the reasons why Zhang Jiarui was transferred from Shazhou. At this time, Zhang Jiarui came to do private affairs without causing any major alarm. He only invited Mayor Liu Bing and other old friends. Zeng Yong, deputy secretary-general of the Municipal Party Committee, was once a subordinate of Zhang Jiarui, and as usual, came to have dinner together.

Zhang Jiarui is Xiao Jin's uncle, so Xiao Jin also attended the family dinner.

During the meal, Zeng Yong said to Xiao Jin intentionally or unintentionally: "Tonight, Secretary-General Hong called Hou Weidong and Guo Lan of the Organization Department to read the discussion draft together. Why didn't you call me? You are one of them."

Xiao Jin was young and energetic, feeling very uncomfortable, but said, "I don't want to participate."

Zhang Jiarui always treated his sister's son Xiao Jin as half of his son, and said with a smile: "Xiao Jin has just started working, what big article can she write?"

Zeng Yong took advantage of the opportunity of talking about articles to express the main spirit of the manuscript.

Mayor Liu Bing could hear it clearly, and he said to Zhang Jiarui without any concealment: "It is really a good intention to create a meeting of the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee. Sima Zhao's heart is known to everyone."

Zhang Jiarui said: "Zhou Changquan's strongest desire to retaliate. Anyone who does not suit his wishes will not be promoted and used. I am the Minister of Organization, just a puppet." He looked at Zeng Yong's expression and said: "Secretary-General Zeng can be literary and dance, has such strong work ability, and is down-to-earth in doing things. Zhou Changquan just turned a blind eye."

Zeng Yong said aggrievedly: "I still don't know when I offended Zhou Changquan. After so many years, I have worked hard without credit. Huang Zidi, who he valued, is not very good, and people are greedy, and often gather some people to gamble."
Chapter completed!