These days, Yang Xiande's life is not easy. There are many big things in the town that need him to make decisions. The "natural" factory that he erected with his own hands was slowly pouring down in despair. What is even worse is that the county is preparing to start adjusting the township and town leadership groups in the second half of the year, and there are still vacancies for the secretaries of the township party committees. Yang Xiande, who has already missed a promotion opportunity, of course wants to put all his strength on this adjustment. Counting and counting, among the current township mayors in the county, only Yang Xiande himself can go to the next level. He has been in office for the longest time, has the highest qualifications, and has the greatest hope. This made Yang Xiande's eyes widen, and when he was anxious about his heart and lungs, he looked forward to the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. For this reason, he also secretly went to the county government alone, and under the guise of reporting work, went to the old leader Du County Magistrate to find out his feelings.

County Magistrate Du is obviously also deeply sorry for not being able to keep Yang Xiande last time. Moreover, in all fairness, in addition to being a little anxious for quick success, Yang Xiande still has a strong courage and drive in his work, and the work of Beishan Town has been at the forefront of the county. In this regard, the county magistrate Du is quite satisfied. He did not explicitly state the county's intention to adjust this time, but he enthusiastically encouraged Yang Xiande to work hard, and the county party committee and county government would not bury meritorious talents. At the end, County Magistrate Du also patted Yang Xiande on the back of the head and scolded, you stinky boy, just use your brains on erecting your cards. As long as the results are out, are you afraid that others will snatch them?

This meeting gave Yang Xiande a reassurance. He was able to see the clear intentions of the county leaders from the words and deeds of the county magistrate, and of course he also found out the organization's impression and opinion of himself. However, at this juncture, there are rumors that spread unconsciously and spread widely. It can be heard everywhere in officialdom and in the streets.

Previously, Yang Xiande hadn't taken it seriously, and was still busy with the things in his hands. In particular, he was busy with the lawsuit of the "natural" factory, and the duke selflessly helped Shen Yuhua plan and layout. At this time, there were frequent phone calls from fellow men from the county and some towns and towns, and they were trying to confirm the matter. This made Yang Xiande feel furious in his heart, feeling that there is no wind and no waves, and there will be a place for the wind to come out. He had to temporarily put aside the matter of helping the "natural" factory to fight the lawsuit, and concentrate on jumping up and down to find out the truth of the rumors.

Yang Xiande had not thoroughly investigated the truth, but the county discipline inspection commission asked him to talk. After Yang Xiande went, he learned that the rumors outside were not groundless. Indeed, some people wrote letters of complaint to the city and county discipline inspection commissions one after another, saying that he had economic problems in many aspects in Beishan Town, and asked him to cooperate with the investigation of the county discipline inspection commission on this basis. At the same time, the secretary of the county Commission for Discipline Inspection also specially reminded Yang Xiande that he Yang Xiande was not allowed to interfere in all kinds of affairs involving the "natural" factory for the time being. After the investigation, it will be determined on a case-by-case basis.

At that time, Yang Xiande's eyes were dark, and he almost fainted in the office of the secretary of the Commission for Discipline Inspection. Yang Xiande roared angrily, this is slander and frame-in.

Anger to anger, roar to roar, the Commission for Discipline Inspection has already made a decision. Before the truth is clarified, there is no clear statement, no matter if you are the king of heaven, this decision cannot be changed.

In the following days, Yang Xiande often ran between the town and the county discipline inspection commission. It is necessary not only to calmly perform the duties and powers of the head of a town, but also to be very prudent in accepting the investigation and interrogation of the county discipline inspection commission. As for the "natural" lawsuit, due to the warning of the county Commission for Discipline Inspection, Yang Xiande deliberately avoided it and no longer asked about the matter. Sometimes, he even avoided Shen Yuhua and didn't dare to look at her too much. Therefore, Yang Xiande is ignorant of Shen Yuhua's situation and the progress of the "natural" factory lawsuit.

Of course, Shen Yuhua heard about Yang Xiande's embarrassing situation and unfavorable situation at this time. However, if she doesn't go to Yang Xiande, who can she go to to discuss ideas. After hesitating for a few days, Shen Yuhua still had a shy old face and entered the town compound.

By this time, it was the height of summer, and it had not rained for many days. A blinding sun hung in the gray-white sky, spitting out scorching rays that shot unobstructed to the ground. The ground was roasted like a fire, and heat waves were rolling everywhere. On the street, it is difficult to see pedestrians. Occasionally, one or two dogs appeared, all of them with their long bright red tongues and tails hanging down, clinging to the shade of the wall, trotting past in a hurry, not daring to linger too long. Even if someone pretended to beat them, the dogs did not dare to resist or bark in the slightest, but stuck tighter and slipped faster.

The people went to the ground to hoe and shovel the ground, and they all adjusted in the morning and evening. Before it was too bright, people took advantage of the cool to go to work early. In the second half of the night, I hurried to work for a while. At noon, they squatted in their own courtyard to drink tea and rest, or gathered under the shade of the trees in the streets and alleys with Mazha and pestles, chatting about the past and the present, and enjoying themselves comfortably.

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