The sunset is gone, and the lights are on.

People and cars come and go on the city hall road to disperse the heat, countless bicycles pass by in front of the solemn building where the national emblem is hung above the main entrance, most people are accustomed to standing guard in front of the building gate, the police number, police rank, and police badge are all commonplace, only the citizens who usually pass by here rarely will glance at it with a little curiosity, the five or six yamen plaques hanging on both sides of the main gate of the city government compound.

The place in Oucheng District is so big, and the city government station or something can only be built in this noisy city center.

It not only has a sense of distance, but also shows a bit of approachability and closeness to the people.

In the darkness of the night, an Alto slowly drove up and stopped on the side of the road in front of the city hall building.

Dong Xibo pushed the car door down, turned around and explained to the driver, asking him to go home for dinner first, he would meet tonight, and he didn't know when he was going to drive. The driver was very simple, turned the car and left. Dong Xibo turned around and walked towards the door with solemn eyes. An official of his level usually comes to the city government neither frequently nor low, but most of the time, he comes to be a human flesh background, after all, there is really something important, and it is not his turn to raise his hand to vote. But today's situation is obviously different from usual.

The person who called him to inform him was Luo Wanzhou, the secretary of the deputy mayor who had parachuted in and was in charge of science, education, culture, and health.

Luo Wanzhou is the person in charge of promoting the Hubin Road Traditional Culture Industrial Park project at the municipal level.

It's just that Dong Xibo never thinks that Luo Wanzhou called him here today for the Hubin Road project. He vaguely guessed in his heart that it was the real reason, but he thought it was too ridiculous.

It's just a child's problem, no matter how famous his father is, it won't alarm the city......

Dong Xibo frowned, and was about to walk past the sentry box outside the gate, when someone suddenly shouted to him behind him: "Director Dong!"

Dong Xibo turned his head.

Zheng Aifen, deputy director of the Oucheng District Education Bureau, hurriedly stepped forward.

"Zheng Ju. Dong Xibo immediately changed his smile and stretched out his hand.

The two shook hands politely, and Zheng Aifen asked with a smile: "Director Dong came here so late, and something happened on the street again?"

"We can fart on the streets. Dong Xibo's tone was very tight, and he pretended to be very casual and said, "I'll come over to talk to the leader about some small things." ”

"Oh, it's such a coincidence, I was also named by the leader, and I don't know what it is, I didn't have time to wash the bowl after eating, my family was angry, he washed the dishes yesterday, and he had to come again today, hahahaha......" Zheng Aifen laughed coquettishly.

Dong Xibo looked at her and couldn't help sighing.

This girl is obviously someone in the family, and when she is less than thirty years old, she is already a deputy department.

Which is like him, he has long been a well-known "Director Dong of Xicheng Street and Secretary of Flowing Water" in Oucheng District, after being promoted to the main department, he has been the second-in-command for 13 years, and he has been sitting in the position of Xicheng Street Director for ten years.

It's "How can there be a prince for forty years in ancient times?", it's just his grandmother's ......

The two of them tacitly remained silent, but walked in the direction of the same building.

It wasn't until they reached the bottom of the building that the two looked at each other.

Zheng Aifen was young, so she couldn't hold her breath and asked first, "Director Dong, did Mayor Luo call you here?"

Dong Xibo nodded.

Zheng Aifen couldn't help but wonder: "What's the situation, the two of us are not on the same line, we are not next to each other!"

"It's not next to things, it's next to people. Dong Xibo was sure in his heart and stepped into the building.

……

In the small conference room on the roof of Building 4 of the municipal government compound, several people were already sitting at this time.

In addition to Luo Wanzhou, there are also He Chaoying, secretary of the Youth League Municipal Committee, Gong Changji, the head official of the Dongou City Education Bureau, and Liang Yanhong, deputy director. It just so happened that Zhang Xueru's mother Liao Fanghua, who was on temporary duty in the Municipal Propaganda Department in the past few days, was temporarily brought in as a secretary to do some chores such as serving tea and delivering water. And the last idle person who should not appear here the most is Ding Shaoyi, the deputy editor-in-chief of the publishing house under the "Dongou Daily" group.

Luo Wanzhou stood in front of the window, frowning slightly and looking at the starlight outside the window.

In just a few months after he landed in Dongou City, he had a lot of gray hair on his head. In addition to daily work, he also needs to devote too much energy to solve the problem of "people", but fortunately, the effort is still rewarded, and everything goes smoothly in the work.

But he really didn't expect that there was no problem with the work in the city, and the fire outside burned in first.

Luo Wanzhou couldn't be sure whether it was an accident or someone deliberately wanted to fix him.

But no matter what, this small flame that is enough to be used by those who have a heart must be extinguished in the shortest possible time.

Luo Wanzhou was silent for a long time, and the other bigwigs sitting around the oval long table in the conference room also didn't say a word.

At this time, in front of each of them, there was a new "Qujiang Nandu Daily" published today, and the newspaper was all on the eighth page, and the report about Lin Miao was impressive.

In addition to Luo Wanzhou, Gong Changji, who has the largest brand and the oldest qualifications in the house, smoked cigarettes one by one. Looking at the words "the 'god maker' behind the prodigy" in the last paragraph of the report, Gong Changji felt like an active volcano that was about to erupt at any time - if the reporter who wrote this report stood in front of him now, he could kill her with a full rage in minutes.

"Damn!" In the silence, Gong Changji twisted the cigarette butt and slammed the table and said, "What do you mean? Do you say that we are engaged in education fraud in Dongou City? What kind of bullshit newspaper is this? Have you investigated it? Have you ever asked us? From top to bottom in our city's education system, no one knows that they have come to investigate this matter, and they have sent out articles without saying hello, and they have not talked about the rules in doing things! They have not talked about politics or stability! Can the media directly managed by the provincial propaganda department be so lawless?! They're responsible for the negative social impact!?"

Gong Changji roared, so frightened that Liao Fanghua's hairs stood on end.

Luo Wanzhou remained silent, his brows furrowed even tighter.

At this moment, Dong Xibo and Zheng Aifen pushed open the door and walked in a little nervously.

The two of them and the people in the room glanced at each other.

He Chaoying of the Youth League Municipal Committee said softly: "Lao Dong, Xiao Zheng, sit down first." ”

Dong Xibo and Zheng Aifen sat down silently.

He Chaoying said to Gong Changji: "Old Gong, don't be in a hurry to lose your temper first, what the hell is going on in this matter, no one can say it now, and it may not be for you." This matter is really going to be qualified, and our Youth League Municipal Committee also issued a certificate of merit to the child for the city's three good students, so we must also be responsible. So many of us came here today to find a way. Director Ding, you are an expert in publishing media, what is going on with this "Qujiang Nandu Daily"?"

Ding Shaoyi gently lifted the frame, and her face sank like water: "This "Qujiang Nandu Daily" is a well-known-stirring stick in our industry......"

As soon as the words fell, the phone in the conference room suddenly rang.

The phone rang four or five times, and no one got up to answer it.

Liao Fanghua finally reacted, hurriedly stepped forward, and picked up the phone.

After a while, she put down the microphone and said to the room: "Director Lin is home, bring the child over immediately." ”

"Okay, then hurry up and study the problem!" After listening to this, Luo Wanzhou suddenly turned around, sat down on the top, and opened the newspaper, "When Lao Lin brings the child over, we will immediately think of countermeasures, and at least we have to make a general direction tonight." ”