The backwardness of Nan City is something that I, the Municipal Party Committee Secretary, have no choice but to bear. The thoughts in my mind

In the blink of an eye, Wang Zijun slowly gathered a surge of pride in his heart, and he said to Mr. Lu in a deep voice: "Grandpa Lu, Ronan City is a little poor now, but when you are poor, you want to change, and when you change, you want to work.

, I believe that it won’t be long before the people of Ronan will get rid of the label of poverty!”

"Then I'll be waiting for your good news!" Mr. Lu seemed very happy about Wang Zijun's statement. After patting Wang Zijun on the shoulder, he said softly: "If you have any embarrassing things, you can come to see him.

Come to me, there are still a few of us old guys in Ronan City, if we can do something for our hometown, we old guys are also duty-bound."

Wang Zijun nodded and quickly said yes.

Mr. Mo's drinking party did not last long, after all, he was already old. Although they were drinking, a group of old people had a fixed amount, and each person could only drink three small glasses of wine.

Wang Zijun originally planned to have dinner with Mo Xiaobei and the old man. However, just as he was preparing to have dinner, He Qirui called. It turned out that as soon as he arrived at the hotel today, he contacted his classmates who worked in the railway department.

After a while, the classmate agreed to help him get in touch. After some contact, today's dinner was arranged.

"Secretary Wang, today my classmate invited Director Jiang, who is in charge of the line, to come over. Do you have time to have a meal with Director Jiang?" Ever since their conversation in the morning, He Qirui and Wang Zijun had developed a mutual connection.

Get close to him. After all, Wang Zijun did not seduce him, but took the initiative to take matters into his own hands.

Naturally, Wang Zijun couldn't refuse such a matter related to work. After nodding in agreement, he explained it to Mr. Mo and Mo Xiaobei, then left the courtyard and took a ride towards Shuishui Renjia.

Shuishui Renjia is a five-star hotel. When Wang Zijun walked to Shuishui Renjia, He Qirui and Jin Tianluo were already waiting there. Waiting with them was Hu Qingtian, the top leader of Ronan City's Beijing Office.

Hu Qingtian is in his forties and looks very smart and capable. This time he greets Wang Zijun and his entourage. He knows very well that he has lost points in front of the Secretary. If he does not get back these lost points, I am afraid that he, the resident, will lose points.

The director of the Beijing Office will not last long.

"Secretary Wang, we happened to be here today. If it had been one day later, Director Jiang might have gone to another place to inspect the work." After He Qirui shook hands with Wang Zijun, he quietly reported to Wang Zijun.

For his classmate who is the director of the railway department, He Qirui is still a little proud. After all, when no one else can find a way, he can find people, which shows his connections.

Wang Zijun smiled and said: "Mayor He, you must treat Director Jiang and his party well today. In addition, you must adopt Director Jiang's tone to see where the problem is on the Pinggu Railway."

"Secretary Wang, don't worry. Even if we have a party tonight, we still have to complete the tasks you assigned us!" As He Qirui was speaking, his cell phone rang. He glanced at the caller's number and said softly to Wang Zijun:

"Secretary Wang, he is my classmate."

Wang Zijun waved his hand to signal him to answer the phone quickly. He Qirui, who answered the phone, deliberately raised his voice and said: "Old Zhang, are you almost there? We have been waiting in the hotel for a long time."

I don’t know what was said over there. After chatting for two minutes, they hung up the phone. He Qirui put the phone in his pocket while talking and said with a smile: "Secretary Wang, my classmate said that they have already set off.

You'll be here in twenty minutes."

Wang Zijun rushed over after more than 20 minutes. Wang Zijun smiled bitterly. These days, when he comes to run projects at the top, he always runs forward. He rushed over in a hurry, but was beaten by the other party.

The helpless Wang Zijun smiled and said: "Then let's wait. In ten minutes, we will go down together to greet Director Jiang."

In the lobby of the hotel, He Qirui's eyes glanced at his wrist from time to time. The slender second hand on the watch moved click-click, and every time it moved, it seemed to move around in his heart.

Why haven't you come yet? It's been half an hour since Secretary Wang came downstairs, but Director Jiang, who kept saying he would be there soon, is still nowhere to be seen.

"Secretary Wang, there's a traffic jam over there." He Qirui called and said apologetically.

Wang Zijun smiled and nodded. He came from Mr. Mo, and the route he wanted to take was basically the same as Director Jiang. Whether it was crowded or not, he had a clear mind. Although he felt a little unhappy, there were some things he couldn't say.

came out. Wang Zijun felt that for no other reason than not to embarrass Mayor He, he could not show his emotions or emotions.

"Brother Zijun, why are you here?" Just as Wang Zijun was lighting a cigarette, he heard someone say hello softly.

Wang Zijun turned around and saw that it was Mo Xiaobei's cousin Jiang Shaoyong who came over. This boy seemed to be the son of one of Mo Xiaobei's aunts. Although they were cousins, their relationship was a bit distant. But no matter whether it was the prince

Jun and Mo Xiaobei got married, and Xiaobao's son was born. Everyone in their family was very attentive.

Seeing an acquaintance, Wang Zijun pinched the cigarette in his hand and said softly: "Oh, I'm waiting for a guest. Are you coming here to eat too?"

"Yes, Brother Zijun, I am discussing something with a few friends." Looking at Wang Zijun who was motionless, Jiang Shaoyong smiled, then waved behind him and said: "Come here, meet my brother

.”

A woman wearing a lace black dress and sunglasses walked over quickly as Jiang Shaoyong waved. This woman was tall and tall, and although her face could not be seen, there was a strange aura shining all over her body.

lure.

"Wenwen, come meet my brother." Jiang Shaoyong pointed at Wang Zijun and said without any doubt.

"Hello, brother." The woman was stunned for a moment, and then greeted Wang Zijun softly.

Wang Zijun waved his hand and said: "Hello, brothers, you go and play first, I'm waiting for someone here."

"Well, Brother Zijun, please be busy first." Jiang Shaoyong did not dare to refute Wang Zijun's words. He pulled the woman and walked towards the stairs in front.

"Secretary Wang, what does your cousin do? If I'm not mistaken, that Wenwen seems to be a star that has become famous recently. What is his name? By the way, his name seems to be Luo Shiwen." He was standing with Wang Zijun.

Kaneda Luo asked Wang Zijun with a smile.

Regardless of Jintian Luo, Wang Zijun really couldn't remember it. At this time, listening to Jintian Luo's words, he really remembered something. In the days when Xiaobao's son was born, he often accompanied Mo Xiaobei to watch some boring movies.

TV drama.

"He, do some business." Wang Zijun didn't want to say anything more to Jiang Shaoyong, so he just responded casually.

As the clock in the hotel lobby read half past eight, a black car drove slowly from a distance. As the first person got out of the car, He Qirui, who seemed to have discovered a new world, said loudly: "

Secretary Wang, they are here."

"Old classmate, there is a traffic jam on the road, haha, there is nothing we can do." When Wang Zijun and others walked out, a middle-aged man wearing glasses said to He Qirui with a smile.

Although He Qirui felt so depressed that he wanted to scold her, he smiled tolerantly and said: "The transportation in Beijing is notoriously difficult. It's all our fault. We didn't consider the hotel carefully enough. I'm going to

This time we try to choose one that is of high quality and close to us.”

As he spoke, He Qirui said to the middle-aged fat man who was walking at the front among the three people: "Director Jiang, we haven't seen each other for a while. Hello." As he spoke, he pointed to Wang Zijun and said:

"Director Jiang, this is our Secretary Wang."

After all, Wang Zijun came to the capital to ask for help. Therefore, he was fully mentally prepared. When He Qirui introduced him, he quickly stretched out his hands and said: "Director Jiang, I am Wang Zijun from Luonan City.

Nice to meet you."

Director Jiang smiled at Wang Zijun, lazily stretched out his well-maintained hand, shook it lightly with Wang Zijun, and quickly let go.

Wang Zijun glanced at Director Jiang, then shook hands with the other two people. After a while of greetings, the group walked towards the private room.

Arriving at the private room, Director Jiang took a seat at the main seat without hesitation. When the waiter poured water, he said with a hint of nonchalance: "The best hall in this Shuishui family seems to be the lotus picking hall?"

Although this sentence seemed careless, both Wang Zijun and He Qirui's classmates understood that this was Director Jiang's fault, thinking that Wang Zijun and the others' banquet with him was a bit low-level.

He Qirui was stunned for a moment, and then said: "We originally came here to collect lotus, but we just got off the plane today, so it was a bit late, and we were booked by someone else. We will wait until next time, Director Jiang, when you have time.

Go to the Imperial Hotel and treat Director Jiang to a nice meal."

"Hahaha, Mayor He, since you said this, I will take it seriously." Director Jiang gently touched the top of his head with his hand and lay back a little lazily.

He Qirui was a little impatient with Director Jiang who was so picky. He had no choice but to ask for help at this time. He could only smile apologetically and echoed: "Director Jiang can have a meal with us as a reward. This is ours."

It's an honor, just depends on whether you have time."

Director Jiang touched his head again and said to Wang Zijun: "Secretary Wang, I am older than you, so I will call you brother. You won't mind, right?"

"Director Jiang calls me brother. It's an honor for me. I hope Director Jiang will take care of you in the future." Wang Zijun smiled at Director Jiang and said enthusiastically.

"Brother, you have become the secretary of the municipal party committee of a city at such a young age. It really puts us all to shame. Look, my hair has turned gray and I am at the same level as your brother. I really feel inferior to you."

Director Jiang said this and touched his hair again.

Wang Zijun smiled and said: "Director Jiang, the value of your department is different from mine. I only manage a palm-sized area in Ronan City, but you are different. What you stand on is

The height of the whole country is more than a hundred and eighty thousand miles apart, it’s completely different!”

"Hahaha, Secretary Wang, when I didn't meet you, I thought you were a person with a strong personality, but I didn't expect you to be so humorous." Director Jiang pointed at Wang Zijun and said with a comment.

Wang Zijun smiled and chatted with Director Jiang again. This Director Jiang is called Jiang Mudong. He is in his early fifties and can be considered a powerful person in the railway field. This man speaks in a leisurely manner, but his words are full of meaning.

Outside, there is always a sense of superiority and arrogance.

Not to mention He Qirui and others, even Wang Zijun, the municipal party committee secretary, in his eyes, is still a person who asks him to do things. At the beginning, Director Jiang could even call him Brother Wang. After a few glasses of wine, he basically

Up there is Xiao Wang.

"Director Jiang, we in Luonan City have been looking forward to the Ligu Railway for a long time. Please give me more help, brother. The millions of people in Ronan City are all grateful to you and remember your kindness!"

After Wang Zijun drank a few glasses of wine, he personally picked up the jug and poured the wine to Director Jiang with a smile.

Jiang Mudong glanced at Wang Zijun, but his buttocks seemed to be glued to the stool and said: "Xiao Wang, I can completely understand your mood, but this matter is really difficult to handle. You also know,

Nowadays, all parts of the country are aware of the role of railway transportation in stimulating the local economy. Unfortunately, there is too much food for the people, and it is impossible for everyone to be satisfied. Don't you think so?"

"That's right, so I can only trouble Director Jiang. Please find a way to operate it and give us a chance in Ronan City. Whether we can connect to the train or not depends entirely on you!" Wang Zijun held the wine glass in his hand.

Said sincerely.

Jiang Mudong put his hand on his head again and said with a smile: "Xiao Wang, what you said is quite right. If we weren't close, I'm afraid you wouldn't come to see me, would you?"

"That's right, I'll leave everything to you!" Wang Zijun raised his wine glass and presented it to Jiang Mudong, intending to make a toast.

Jiang Mudong waved his hand and said: "Xiao Wang, this is not how the wine is poured. I can tell you that I have rules for drinking. That is, if you want to pour wine, you must drink three drinks before you are qualified to pour wine.

Otherwise, don’t blame me for not giving you face!”

When Wang Zijun saw Jiang Mudong lie down on the backrest, he felt a little annoyed. He knew that Jiang Mudong's gesture was deliberately to tease him. Wang Zijun had also heard of this kind of thing. Among some departments with power, it was very common.

Some people like to rely on mountains and rivers to feed themselves. Don't you want me to help you with things? It depends on whether your request for help is thorough enough.
To be continued...