"Secretary Dong, this is the restructuring plan of the cotton imitation garment factory that the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission mistakenly came over. We agree in principle with most of Deliang Company's proposals, but we cannot hand over the cotton garment factory to them for free. Therefore, what the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission wants to do is It is to ask Deliang Company to pay one million for the transfer of this company." Feng Zhichang took a reworked plan and gently placed it on Dong Guoqing's desk.

Investing one million to acquire a cotton imitation clothing factory? Dong Guoqing's eyes flashed with coldness inadvertently. Before he could start speaking, Dang Heng, who was sitting aside, said in a deep voice: "Mayor Feng, this job from the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission... Is this suggestion too childish? Not to mention anything else, the cotton imitation clothing factory spent a lot of money just on the new equipment last year!" Although Feng Zhichang was a little unhappy with Dang Heng's questioning, there was still no trace of trace on his face. He was dissatisfied, but smiled and said: "Secretary-General of the Party, your mood is understandable. But things cannot be viewed this way. Now the Mianfang Garment Factory is not the emperor's daughter who has no worries about getting married, but is insolvent! If we seize it If you refuse to let it go, the only way out is bankruptcy. If nothing else, []

Thousands of workers in this cotton imitation factory are suddenly unemployed, which is a huge unstable factor." "Although Deliang Company's merger and acquisition conditions are somewhat harsh, as the saying goes, the most selective buyers are Sincere customers. The more this happens, the more it means they are sincere in the merger and acquisition.

Once the merger is successful, the government will no longer have to worry about cotton imitation clothing factories, and cotton imitation clothing factories can also go into battle with ease and contribute to the economic development of Dongpu City. Isn't this killing two birds with one stone!" Feng Zhichang said eloquently. , and it is reasonable and well-founded. Although Dang Heng feels that there are many things wrong with this, he has never been in charge of industry and knows nothing about industrial projects. Therefore, when talking, he has nothing to do with Feng Zhichang, the leader. The deputy mayor of industry has a big gap.

Dong Guoqing's attitude undoubtedly explains everything, and if he, the secretary-general, did not have Dong Guoqing's support, he would not be qualified to discuss economic work with Feng Zhichang.

"Secretary-General of the Party, please attend the meeting on behalf of the next generation. I still have some things to discuss with the Secretary-General, so I won't go through with it." Dong Guozhuang said in a deep voice, Dang Heng, whose expression changed. He knew in his heart that Dong Guoqing's intention of asking him to go to the meeting was very obvious: he just wanted to get rid of him and tell him that he didn't have to worry about this matter anymore. Although he was a little uncomfortable with Dong Guoqing's attitude, he still felt that Dong Guoqing was After years of obeying orders, Dang Heng still chose to obey.

Caring about the work of the next generation will make Dang Heng dizzy. Because without Dong Guoqing's attendance, Dang Heng naturally became the top leader attending the meeting. After listening to the statement of the person in charge of the relevant working committee, After his speech, Dang Heng read the manuscript prepared by the secretary step by step.

It’s just that Dang Heng was a little distracted during today’s meeting. All he could think about was the report Feng Zhichang gave to Dong Shiqing. One million. Thinking of this number and some data he knew about the cotton imitation clothing factory, Dang Heng Heng felt very uncomfortable.

"Secretary-General of the Party, we will arrange a drink at Dongpu Hotel at noon. You should have a good drink!" Lao Shu, the head of the Related Working Committee, smiled like an orange peel and said softly to Dang Heng.

Dang Heng waved his hand and said: "Director Feng, you can make arrangements for the meal yourself. I have some things to do today, so I'm going to the dentist. In this way, you can accompany us old comrades well. As for signing the bill, I will say hello to you." The issue of the person in charge staying in Dangheng to eat and sign orders is still secondary. He mainly wants to have close contact with the Party Secretary-General through this meeting, so that in the future, the party can also deal with funding issues. The secretary-general took care of him. When he heard what Dang Heng said, he quickly tried to persuade him: "Secretary-General, you see it's already noon. If you don't eat something, people will say that I, Lao Feng, don't understand the rules."

"Okay, I remember your wishes, but I really have something to do. You greet me here first, and I will treat you to dinner when I have time later." Dang Heng casually patted Lao Feng on the shoulder, and then He walked out with a smile on his face.

After leaving the conference room, the driver Xiao Chen had been waiting in the car for a long time. When he saw Dang Heng coming, he hurriedly ran out of the car and helped Dang Heng open the door. He put one hand on the top of the door and waited for Dang Heng to sit down. Get in the car.

"Secretary-General, where are we going?" Xiao Chen asked for instructions as he started the car.

"Go to the cotton imitation clothing factory." Dang Heng waved his hand gently and said in a deep voice.

Xiao Chen was stunned. He never thought that Dang Heng would ask him to go to this place. Although he was very suspicious in his heart, looking at Dang Heng's stern face, he still closed his mouth very wisely.

The car was driving in the off-duty traffic, and the speed was not very fast. After more than ten minutes, it stopped at the gate of the cotton imitation clothing factory. Looking at the five characters "cotton imitation clothing factory" written in red paint on the tightly closed door, Dang Heng felt a little confused.

"Secretary-General, should we stop here?" Xiao Chen asked softly after seeing Dang Henghao's lack of reaction for a while.

"No need to stop." Dang Heng waved his hand gently, and was about to signal Xiao Chen to drive away when he accidentally turned his head and found that not far away, there was a familiar figure sitting opposite the cotton imitation clothing factory. At the entrance of a small restaurant, it looked very leisurely.

Different from the familiar suits and leather shoes, this person was wearing a very popular T-shirt at this time.

T-shirt, denim trousers on the lower body, and the hairstyle that seemed to be specially combed, at first glance, he looked like a college student who had just entered the society.

If he wasn't too familiar with this person, and if the moves were deeply ingrained in Dang Heng's memory, Dang Heng would simply not believe his eyes. But the facts told him that what he saw was not wrong at all. The man was sitting in the shop.

"parking."

Dang Heng's sudden order made Xiao Chen a little uncomfortable as he was about to leave. However, the young man was so smart that he still fulfilled Dang Heng's instructions very well. The car that had just started stopped in an instant.

"Xiao Chen, please park the car here, I have something to do." As Dang Heng spoke, he opened the car door and walked out.

When Dang Heng walked to the door of the shop, Wang Zijun saw him. After smiling at Dang Heng, Wang Zijun pointed to the seat opposite him and said: "Have you eaten yet? If not, let's have a drink." Order it?"

Dang Heng was not polite and sat down directly opposite Wang Zijun. Looking at a bottle of beer and two small cold dishes on the table, he smiled and whispered: "Mayor Wang, you are really in a good mood! "It's good to change the taste occasionally. I'm tired of this braised pork, and I still want to eat some braised pork. We usually socialize a lot, and eating is a pain. How can we eat so freely?" Wang Zijun said as he picked up the food. Qingcai said with a smile.

Dang Heng picked up the chopsticks and picked up the vegetables. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a guest at the next table say with emotion: "Brother Zhao, we have been in the factory for so many years, and we have watched helplessly as others bought our factory and sold our own."

Like a child, I feel uncomfortable!"

"Well, these days, becoming an official depends on the backstage, and making money depends on fooling around. If you don't have the ability to fix the factory, you have the ability to bring it down!"

Only then did Dang Heng notice that there were six or seven people sitting in this small shop. These people were all around 30 or 40 years old. Because of the hot weather, many of them were shirtless.

Others wore white vests from cotton garment factories.

"Whether this factory is sold or not is not decided by us workers, but by the city government. So what if we don't want to sell it?" Among the six or seven people sitting on the top is a broad-faced man in his forties.

He picked up the beer in the sex cup in front of him, took a sip and sighed.

Although there were a lot of men among them, the dishes in front of them were as many as those on Wang Zijun's table. The men sitting at the table were chatting and drinking, but few of them were picking up food.

The middle-aged man's words immediately calmed down the already lively scene. Everyone looked at the man who spoke, but they didn't say anything and just drank.

This group of people were eating food in their mouths for a while. They didn't say anything, but they were extremely angry. The anger was directed first at the leaders of the factory, and then at Factory Wu. Everyone said something to each other, and they were filled with anger.

Like a wind that has lost its direction, it blows here and there.

"Bang"

A shirtless man in his twenties punched the table: "Brother Zhao, what will we do if the factory is sold? You didn't look at the Chenguang Cotton Imitation Factory in Sanhu City. You said it well at the beginning, as if we

These workers took a huge advantage, but later on, they drove away most of the workers!"

"I heard from Lao Han that our factory's equipment is quite advanced. As long as we invest a certain amount of money in technological innovation, maybe the factory can survive. Tell me, why don't these officials understand this?"

"Tsk! Officials don't understand? They all know it in their hearts!" "Oh, now when you look at the workshops and equipment in the factory, everything you see is sentimental. When your nose is sore, it will affect your eyes, which will hurt them all day long.

It’s all wet. I really don’t want to sell this dining position!”

The man known as Brother Zhao also said in frustration: "These gangsters are all thinking about selling the factory. Can we stop them by issuing a few complaints?"

A basin of cold water was poured down, and the bustling scene immediately stopped.

After listening to all this, Dang Heng understood a little bit why Mayor Wang was drinking here. He looked at Wang Zijun who was eating quietly, and thought to himself, even though he was several years older than Wang Zijun, when it came to his head,

There is really some difference between melons.

"Brother Zhao, we have nothing to eat anyway, so we might as well make a big fuss with them! Isn't the city government studying our matter? Then let's go to the city hall for a sit-down and talk about our plan."

This sentence was echoed by hundreds of people, and everyone seemed to have made an appointment. They wolfed down the dishes on the table and left the restaurant.

"Mayor Wang, is it really possible for this imitation cotton garment factory to become prosperous?" Dang Heng looked at a group of workers leaving and asked Wang Zijun softly.

Wang Zijun smiled, and just as he was about to speak, he saw two waiters starting to clean up the mess on the table, muttering dissatisfiedly: "There are so many people here, and we only ate more than twenty yuan of food. It’s not enough to serve them!”

"Okay, Xiaomei, it's not easy for these workers. They tailor their clothes and eat by looking at the pot. With so little money, who is willing to spend so much money?" The waiter cleared the table and joked: "The food is really clean, just like a cat." generally!"

"It's not enough for us to let them eat here." When Xiaomei said this, she seemed to have thought of something: "I went shopping with my boss today and heard that someone was stealing meat from the market. When I asked, I found out it was cotton clothing. The butcher, a worker in the factory, was going to beat him, but after hearing how pitiful he was, he finally gave him a piece of meat as a gift!"

Wang Zijun, who was talking to Dang Heng, put down his chopsticks when he heard the waiter's words. Dang Heng, who was sitting opposite him, looked extremely ugly.

"Mayor Wang, do you think the cotton imitation clothing factory can be saved?"

Wang Zijun looked at Dang Heng with a solemn face, pondered for a moment and said: "There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and if there is a road, it is also a dead end. We cannot let it go. We must try our best to move in the best direction, at least better than turning a blind eye. Watch this factory go to a dead end!"

Dang Heng nodded subconsciously after listening to Wang Zijun's words. He simply ordered two bowls of noodles, and the two of them walked out of the small restaurant.

The sun at noon was getting hotter and hotter. The brand of the cotton imitation clothing factory opposite seemed to be blooming with little rays of light under the sunlight. Looking at this huge brand, Wang Zijun turned to look at Lou Heng and said: "Enterprise restructuring. There is not only one way to sell."

After getting into the car where Dong Ermin came to pick him up, Wang Zijun was still immersed in thought. Like Dang Heng, Wang Zijun did not expect to meet Dang Heng in his luck. Although he was from Dong Guoqing, Wang Zijun But I felt a lot more comfortable after talking to Dang Heng.

The air conditioner was turned on in the office, which was like a world of ice and fire compared to the baking outside. Wang Zijun was just about to take a nap when the phone rang.

"Hey, is this Mayor Zijun?" Wang Zijun was startled when he heard the familiar yet unfamiliar voice on the other end of the phone, and then said: "Oh, Director Chen, you haven't contacted me for some time. What are you busy with?" Woolen cloth?"

The moment each figure flashed through his mind, Wang Zijun remembered from his memory who the caller was: Chen Yuanhe from the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection.

"Oh, it's such an honor. I wonder why you still remember me. Brother Wang, you are busy with everything all day long, and every move you make attracts the attention of the public. Have you offended someone recently?" Chen Yuanhe saw that Wang Zijun actually heard him. The voice was obviously very happy.

Offending someone? Chen Yuanhe's call made Wang Zijun feel an ominous premonition for a moment. However, the more time passed by, the calmer Wang Zijun became.

"How can anyone who has some official position not offend others?"

Chen Yuanhe did not laugh. He said in a deep voice: "There are many people accused. As long as there is no real evidence, they will not be able to get away with it in the end. But brother Zijun, if I say it from the bottom of my heart, I am afraid that others will think hard." Sue you!"

When Wang Zijun heard this, his mind was spinning rapidly. He had done a lot of tightrope walking recently, but they were all on the sidelines of the law, and none of his actions blatantly violated the rules.

"Brother Chen, those who are turbid will become turbid, and those who are pure will become clear. As for me, I believe you understand me. If I am upright, I am not afraid of my shadow being distorted."

"Brother, of course I understand who you are. But sometimes spittle can drown people. Someone sent a photo of you and a woman to the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection." After Chen Yuanhe said this, he took a deep breath.

He said: "Based on my many years of experience, these photos should probably be in the hands of every provincial cadre in the entire compound."

A photo with a woman? Wang Zijun’s heart tightened!

"Really, someone couldn't have taken a photo of me. If that's the case, I really have nothing to say!"

Chen Yuanhe didn't expect that Wang Zijun would still have the heart to joke with him, so he smiled and said: "Don't you think it's not sensational enough? Of course it's not a luo photo.

Chen Yuanhe's answer made Wang Zijun breathe a sigh of relief. He thought that as long as it wasn't a nude photo, it would be fine. He pondered for a moment and then said: "Brother Chen, you should have seen that photo. Who is that woman?"

Woolen cloth?"

"The person mentioned in the report letter is Zhang Lujia. Zijun, you have to pay attention. Secretary Ye of the Discipline Inspection Commission was serious about what he said."

Secretary of the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection Ye Huating is a cadre who came from the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection. He has only been in Shanxi Province for less than two months, but he is known throughout Dongpu City for his tough tactics. However, for Secretary Ye who can quickly open up a situation in the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection

, Wang Zijun also has another understanding.

This Secretary Ye had a special relationship with Yang Dulu before he came to Shan Province. After coming to Shan Province, he became very close to Hu Yifeng. But such a person was not of any benefit to him.

"Brother Chen, do you have this photo? I would like to see how they arranged the arrangement for me and Sister Lu Jia."

"I don't have the photo here." Chen Yuanhe paused and then said: "But I have a copy here. Do you have a fax machine there?...

Wang Zijun smiled and said, "Brother Chen, thank you. I'll treat you to a drink when I get back.

Although he didn't see the photo, Wang Zijun was mostly relieved at this time. He had a good relationship with Chen Yuanhe and knew Chen Yuanhe's character very well. He knew that not only did this person look unfamiliar, but he also

I am still very principled in some things. If I

If it was really difficult to turn over, he would never send the photo to himself. "Zhizhizhizhi" As the fax machine rang softly, a photo appeared on Wang Zijun's desktop. Although the photo was not very clear, the prince

Jun still recognized the two people in the photo at first glance.

On the left side of the photo, she is standing with a smile on her face, and on the other side, Zhang Lujia is also smiling sweetly. This is nothing, but the bad thing is that Zhang Lujia's hand is holding her waist tightly.

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To be continued...