Ding Changlin wanted to chase Mi Sidi in his heart, he couldn't tell where this was, he only felt that his brain was full of the little village woman who loved to have a red face, but the fallen body couldn't move, what does it mean to have a thief's heart but no thief's power, Ding Changlin really realized it.

It was when Ding Changlin was drunk that Cui Jinshan received a call from the Organization Department, informing him that he would hold a meeting tomorrow morning, and that Lu Tiemei, the female head of the Organization Department, would send Ding Changlin to the Cultural Relics Bureau to take up the post of deputy director. It is rare in Jing'an City for a deputy department-level cadre to have the appointment letter read out by the minister himself, which shows the degree to which Ding Changlin is valued.

When he received the news, Cui Jinshan was so shocked that he almost peed his pants, and he was only half an hour away from work, he called Zhao Yida to the office with a phone call, and asked him to immediately notify all the cadres to go to the big meeting tomorrow morning for a meeting, while staring at Zhao Yida with angry green eyes: "What is the background of that Ding Changlin?"

Zhao Yida was frightened by Cui Jinshan's appearance, and he didn't know what happened, Ding Changlin was called by the secretary of the municipal party committee to talk, and there was no movement in the past two days, why did the good Cui Jinshan ask this again?

"Director Cui, I did check, this kid has no background, Secretary Qi talking to him must have something to do with Mayor Liang Guofu's death, we can't scare ourselves. Besides, this kid is empty, so he should be allowed to guard the tomb of Feng Dao for the rest of his life. As soon as Zhao Yida thought of Ding Changlin's appearance of not being birdy to him, he became angry, and took advantage of this opportunity to sue Ding Changlin again.

"Lao Zhao, Lao Zhao, what are you asking me to say about you? You are too politically sensitive. Tomorrow, Minister Lu will personally send Ding Changlin to the bureau as deputy director, you are here to say that he has no background, how do you become the director of the office, hurry up, go out, go out, inform tomorrow's meeting, let me be quiet. Cui Jinshan drove Zhao Yida away.

Zhao Yida didn't believe that the news he heard was right, and looked at Cui Jinshan uninterestingly and asked, "Director Cui, you said that Ding Changlin came to the bureau as the deputy director?"

"Yes, I just received a call from the Organization Department, please go down and inform tomorrow's meeting. Cui Jinshan's head is big, and he drove Zhao Yida away again.

Zhao Yida didn't dare to ask again, and walked out of Cui Jinshan's office in a daze, the whole person seemed to have fallen into a nightmare, so unreal, he pinched himself, felt the pain, and realized that everything he had just heard and experienced was true.

As soon as Zhao Yida left, Cui Jinshan was extremely unwilling, and dialed Li Wuyi's phone, and as soon as the phone rang, he said: "Secretary Li, after work, can I invite Secretary Li to sit in the rose garden?"

Li Wuyi knew Cui Jinshan's intention to invite him at this time, but he deliberately pretended to be confused and said: "Hey, Director Cui, what kind of wind is blowing today?

Cui Jinshan didn't care about Li Wuyi's ridicule, licked his face and said: "Secretary Li, Brother Li, the eyebrows are burned, for the sake of us who have known each other for so many years, show the way, enjoy the light and come to the rose garden, I will ask you for advice in person, okay?"

"My Director Cui, Brother Cui," Li Wuyi laughed very much, when he called Cui Jinshan like this, Cui Jinshan's panicked mood calmed down, thinking that Li Wuyi would agree to meet, but as a result, Li Wuyi's words later: "I am accompanying the boss to receive the leaders of the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection, I can't go tonight, let's do it another day, I will be the east another day, take Brother Cui to meet someone, Brother Cui wants to ask for something, naturally someone will help you answer." ”

When Cui Jinshan heard this, he asked in disappointment: "Then what should I do tomorrow?"

Of course, Li Wuyi knew that Cui Jinshan was referring to Ding Changlin's visit tomorrow, and said with a faint smile: "The organizational procedures have been completed, and you only have to accept it." ”

"Isn't there any other choice?" Cui Jinshan asked unwillingly.

"The person the boss wants to use, don't talk about you, I, no one even dared to object to the Standing Committee in the afternoon, no matter how uncomfortable you are, you have to knock out your teeth and swallow it in your stomach." Li Wuyi said, without waiting for Cui Jinshan to respond, and hung up the phone.

Regarding Ding Changlin's appointment, not to mention Cui Jinshan's dissatisfaction, Li Wuyi was even more uncomfortable, he complained in front of Fang Shenghai, but at the Standing Committee in the afternoon, even the boss's sworn enemy, Mayor Sha Rongchuan did not object, just a Cui Jinshan top fart, this is also the reason why Li Wuyi doesn't want to see Cui Jinshan, he still has to consult Shenghai below, it is better for Fang Shenghai to come forward, after all, no matter how uncomfortable he is, he can't really get along with his boss.

When Cui Jinshan was in the bottom line, Zhao Yida was not available, as soon as he returned to his office, he handed over the task of notifying the meeting tomorrow to his clerks, and he was spinning in circles in the office, he did everything he could, but he didn't count that Ding Changlin suddenly became his own leader, Ding Changlin was nearly two rounds younger than Cui Jinshan, and if this type of development continues, Cui Jinshan's position will be Ding Changlin's sooner or later, thinking of this, Zhao Yida became an ant on a hot pot, just that, it's too late to tie Ding Changlin now.

Zhao Yida hurriedly called Ding Changlin, but the phone rang, but no one answered.

Zhao Yida "groaned" in his heart, it's over, it's over, Ding Changlin, this kid, saw that he didn't answer his phone, so he changed to a landline in the office and called Ding Changlin again.

After another call, Ding Changlin fell asleep in a daze, I don't know if he was answering the phone in his dream, or if he woke up, he finally grabbed the mobile phone that kept ringing, and asked without opening his eyes: "Who? Who is this?

Zhao Yida didn't expect Ding Changlin to be still sleeping at this point, so he believed Cui Jinshan's words, this kid must have a big background, he was negligent, damn it.

Zhao Yida hurriedly said flatteringly: "Director Ding, it's me, it's me, old Zhao, Zhao Yida." ”

Ding Changlin heard it clearly, it was Zhao Yida, this girl would look down on people, but he called himself Director Ding, it seemed that the news that he was going to the Cultural Relics Bureau as the deputy director spread, but he still had to pretend, so Ding Changlin said angrily: "It's Director Zhao, what director is not the director, Director Zhao is hurting me, or I don't think I'm guarding the mausoleum well, give me a candy to taste the sweetness of this little radish head, so I can guard the mausoleum with peace of mind, isn't it?"

Zhao Yida was bitter when he said this, and hurriedly said: "Director Ding, our bureau has received news that tomorrow Minister Lu of the Organization Department will personally read out your letter of appointment, don't you know?"

When Ding Changlin heard this, he sat up from the bed with a "tom", woke up for most of the time, and asked in disbelief: "Who, who did you say sent me to the Cultural Relics Bureau?"

Zhao Yida didn't expect Ding Changlin to know the news yet, so he was puzzled, but he still stammered: "Minister Lu will personally send you to take up your post." ”

This time, Ding Changlin understood it, he was surprised and delighted, and he didn't care about teasing Zhao Yida again, and ordered him: "Old Zhao, hurry up and let the car from the bureau come to Changle Village to pick me up." After speaking, without waiting for Zhao Yida to speak, he hung up the phone happily.