Chapter 10 of October.

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Hou Weidong stood at the door, looked at Jing Wei's back as he walked away, and said to himself, "What's this?" Close the door and returned to the living room. Xiaojia walked over and asked, "Who was a classmate from the provincial party committee research class just now?"

"Yes, it was my classmate, and he was the deputy mayor of Nanpu District at that time."

Xiaojia glanced at the bag and said, "He is still very worldly and knows to come to visit you in advance. What kind of local specialty is this."

"He said it was Maoyun's mushroom."

After saying this, Hou Weidong looked at Xiaojia. At this time, neither of them believed that the bag contained Shanru. Xiaojia opened the local specialties and found that there was something wrong with it. The top layer was a transparent box of mushrooms, and the bottom layer was a piece of money. Xiaojia counted it and it took five pieces, and each piece should be 10,000 yuan in thickness.

There were a total of 50,000 yuan. Hou Weidong looked at the money and pondered.

Xiaojia said: "Do you want to collect this money?"

"Although Jing Wei is a classmate of the Party School, his origin is unknown today. Of course, he cannot collect this money. Moreover, even if he has a clear origin, I cannot collect this money. It is my principle that I don't collect this money."

Xiaojia asked: "He is the deputy mayor of Nanpu District, so why is he called "unknown origin?"

"We know very few people in our new home. Jing Wei can find our home, and he is so accurate. Someone gave him some advice, but he doesn't show up. I guess he is from the provincial party committee and government, but this person's rank should not be high enough."

Hou Weidong picked up his cell phone and called Yan Chunping: "You go and check the cell phones of the district mayor and deputy district mayor of the Nanpu District Government and send me a text message." He was very cautious in his work and did not directly ask Yan Chunping to post Jing Wei's cell phone. Instead, he called a smoke screen to ask Yan Chunping to find the phone number of the leaders of the Nanpu District Government.

While waiting for the phone call, Hou Weidong looked at the pile of money and thought to himself: "Why did Jing Wei suddenly come to deliver money? Judging from his words and deeds, he seemed not an old man who was walking through the back door. If Jing Wei really wanted to be an official, he would not have been a deputy district mayor who had not been a member of the Standing Committee for so many years."

Xiaojia had the same view, thinking of Jing Wei's restrained look. He said, "I see that Jing Wei's expression does not look like an old fried dough stick. I guess he made up his mind to give you money."

Soon, Yan Chunping sent the numbers of all the leaders of the Nanpu District Government. Hou Weidong took out his cell phone, put it down, and said, "I didn't expect that someone had just appointed as mayor. He was worshiping the wharf. Jing Wei was Maoyun's first. I guess there will be many more in the future. It seems that we have to set up another base and move to the battlefield when we want to be quiet."

Xiaojia pointed to the newly developed property in this community, "There are still existing houses there, so let's buy another one, don't tell anyone about this house." She looked at the few chunks of money on the table and said, "How to deal with this money?"

"What else can you do? Go back. But you need to get some skills to avoid causing some harm to these comrades."

Xiaojia said, "The comrade who gives money is called bribery in law. Can he be classified as a comrade?"

"This is the social atmosphere, and you cannot blame Jing Wei. How to deal with this matter is also very artistic. You must be responsible for the local government. If you are too hard, you will be easily controlled by others."

Hou Weidong rarely discusses work matters at home. Today, he talks a lot, and Xiaojia feels very involved. He said: "Honey, if you return this money, you may offend a cadre. If you go to Maoyun, you have to participate in the election. Try to offend people as little as possible before the election."

How to deal with this money is an art, and the most brutal way is to hand it over to the Discipline Inspection Commission. For a new leader, this approach is tantamount to being innovative and attracting attention, but the actual effect is very poor, and it is easy to cause outsiders to suspect the entire leader collective. Hou Weidong's way of doing things is to be round on the outside and square on the inside, try to be low-key and show less attention. Only such people can live long in the officialdom, which is also a common choice for veterans in the officialdom.

Hou Weidong smiled and said, "I am not the one I worry about the most during the election. The person I worry about the most should be Duan Yiyong. If I can't elect, he may have to bear the main responsibility."

"If you can't choose, you will be embarrassed after all, and it will also cause losses to your career." Xiaojia saw the money again in her eyes and said, "You should think of a way. In the future, more and more people will give you money, and it will be enough to sentence it together."

Hou Weidong picked up the money and patted it in his hand, saying, "Five thousand is enough to be punished for gambling. This 50,000 is enough to sentence me to several years."

Xiaojia said: "Then let's just paste a piece of paper at the door and write clearly that it is not allowed to bring gifts into the door."

"What era is this? If a good person sends this notice online, it will definitely cause an uproar. The great people on the Internet will analyze that you, a mayor who has not yet taken office, have so many people who come to the door to gamble. Those mayors and municipal party secretary who have been in office for more than ten years have to receive many red envelopes. In this era, associations are rich and people's words are awesome, so we should not do these amazing things. If you paste this note, I will fall into my crotch of yellow mud. If you don't shit, you will become shit."

When he went to work the next day, Hou Weidong handled the daily affairs of the Third Secretariat and the Financial Office, approved a few documents, and became idle, so he called Jing Wei directly.

On the phone, Hou Weidong said calmly and resolutely: "Scenic Area Director, come to my office and I have something to explain to you." After that, he hung up the phone.

When Jing Wei received the call, he felt that something big was not good and felt very worried. He was the deputy district mayor for many years. Several colleagues who were also deputy district mayors have been promoted and used, and he is still a deputy district mayor. He knew his biggest shortcoming was that he was not good at walking around the leader's house, and he did not provide advice to the leader. He learned from his mistakes and decided to take advantage of the opportunity of being classmates with Hou Weidong to come to the dock where the new mayor was the dock.

He has been a cadre for many years and has given gifts to his leaders a lot of times. However, he used to give gifts to his leaders during festivals, and the gifts were ordinary tobacco and alcohol, which was a normal relationship of human nature.

In his subconscious, he always believed that giving money was a behavior that he despised his leader. Therefore, this gift-giving trip made him feel particularly uncomfortable, and his self-esteem seemed to be trampled to the ground, not worth a penny. Fortunately, Hou Weidong and Zhang Xiaojia were still very modest, otherwise he would definitely feel even more uncomfortable.

That night, after Jing Wei left Hou Weidong's house, he was in a heavy mood. He couldn't help but slapped himself in the face and said, "Jing Wei, bet with the leader. This is an open purchase of officials, you are not a good thing."

However, thinking that Hou Weidong had collected his own money, on the one hand, he despised Hou Weidong, and on the other hand, he also added a lot of hope in his heart.

Jing Wei came to the provincial government building uneasy, as the deputy district mayor of Nanpu District. He often went to the Maoyun Municipal Government, but he rarely visited the provincial government. At this time, he entered the majestic building and felt a little nervous. He was the deputy district mayor, and his administrative level was the deputy department level. He was still a leader in Nanpu District. However, when he entered the provincial government office building and saw the signs of various departments, he felt from the bottom of his heart that it was really not worth mentioning that his official position was placed here.

When he arrived at Hou Weidong's office, he knocked on the door lightly. Yan Chunping lived opposite Hou Weidong's office. When he heard someone knocking on the door, he hurried over and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Jing Wei introduced himself and said, "I am Jing Wei, deputy mayor of Nanpu District, Maoyun City. The Secretary-General called me to his office just now." Yan Chunping had already received the order and said, "Wait." He knocked on the door of Hou Weidong's office, then gently pushed open the door and saw Hou Weidong answering the phone. He then retracted and said to Jing Wei: "The Chief of the Scenic Area. The Secretary-General is answering the phone."

Hou Weidong glanced at Yan Chunping and continued to answer the phone.

Yan Chunping understood Hou Weidong's work habits. Seeing this, he knew that Hou Weidong should be answering a more important call, so he said to Jing Wei: "Scenic Area Director, please sit here, the Secretary-General is making a call."

After entering Yan Chunping's office, Yan Chunping poured Jing Wei a cup of tea and said, "Please sit down." Then he lowered his head and looked at his documents without saying much.

Jing Wei looked at the serious provincial government staff in front of him, and couldn't say anything. He sat in the office waiting for someone, and felt that the journey was as deep as a year. At this time, he realized that the yamen was as deep as the sea. It was really insignificant that he, as the deputy district mayor, came to this provincial agency, and he couldn't help but feel inferior.

About seven or eight minutes later, the phone rang at the desk, which scared Jing Wei. Yan Chunping took it and said to Jing Wei: "Scenic Area Director, Secretary General, please come over."

Yan Chunping followed Jing Wei into the office. He made tea for Jing Wei and then retreated.

When Hou Weidong saw Jing Wei, he said, "I remember you are in charge of construction."

“I have been in charge of construction in Nanpu District.”

“It’s been a few years.”

"It's been seven years."

"Then you should know a lot about Maoyun's urban construction. You can give me a comprehensive opinion." Hou Weidong made a request and said: "Today is a separate communication. I am understanding the situation as the deputy secretary-general of the provincial government. The scenic spot mayor should not be conservative. We must speak everything and say everything."

Hou Weidong asked in detail about the construction of Maoyun Development Zone, urban village renovation, land transfer fee collection and other construction work, and took notes while listening.

Jing Wei did not expect that Hou Weidong was here to ask about this. He had been working in the construction of the system and had a good understanding of this situation. He reported to Hou Weidong in detail.

Hou Weidong did not expect that Jing Wei was really an expert. Many of the data were blurted out, which was very consistent with the data he had just collected. He originally wanted to listen to the report for half an hour, but after listening to it for an hour and a half, the conversation ended.

"The scenic spot manager is very professional. I have gained a lot when I listen to you today."

Jing Wei knew from Hou Weidong's question that Hou Weidong was not an amateur, and complimented: "The Secretary-General is an expert in construction, which is a blessing for Maoyun's urban construction."

Hou Weidong stood up, carried a bag, and said, "I have a few bags of green tea from Yang Shangqinglin here. This tea is not a famous tea, but it is a real good tea. Please ask the scenic spot manager to taste it. This is a small gift, don't refuse."

Jing Wei immediately understood Hou Weidong's intention to let him come to the provincial government. He blushed and said, "Secretary-General, this cannot be done."

"What can't be done? We are classmates, so we have to communicate with each other." Hou Weidong said this, his face turned serious and said, "It is perfectly in line with the tradition of Lingxi. I hope that the two of us will walk around every year, but the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, so that such friendship can last."
Chapter completed!