The Provincial Party School is the Yanjing Party School, Sister Hu Si is not wrong, Miao Lao should be a figure with hands and eyes. can actually send his granddaughter to Yanjing Party School, how many people dream of it?

Entering the Yanjing Party School is equivalent to entering the reserve sequence of deputy department-level cadres, but it is not more than Erer in the mouths of others. The gap is too big, Wang Zhe sighed secretly and followed Xu Xiaotong into the classroom.

The reserve cadre training course is aimed at deputy section-level cadres, and the vast majority of the cadres in the classroom are cadres in their thirties and forties.

Zhe Shao is just that, he is twenty-four years old, he is a young man, but Xu Xiaotong is born in eighty-four years, and he looks like a high school student: "The little classmate went to the wrong room, right?"

"How did the two little ones come here? They can't elope, do they? ha!"

The township cadres of Hechi City are like this, they speak loudly, because they are used to shouting and doing things below. You see, most of those who are sitting in a good way are cadres of administrative bureaus and organs, and there is a clear distinction between township and town cadres and cadres of government organs.

The two of them walked to the back and sat down, the guy who had just joked was a little embarrassed, but at this time, Minister Shi Tonghai had already entered the door, the classroom gradually quieted down, and everyone looked at the young man on the rostrum.

After standing on the podium and looking around the classroom, the division commander turned around and wrote on the blackboard: "Training class for reserve cadres!"

"I believe everyone knows these words!" Shi Tonghai didn't care that someone whispered, "There are 40 people in this year's reserve cadre training class, 23 of whom are from government agencies and 17 from townships and towns. Two classes in the morning every day, arrange time in the afternoon, and five people with excellent grades at the end of the training have the opportunity to continue their studies in the party school of the provincial party committee for three months.

To be honest, I really didn't expect that in the class of the organization minister, there were still people chatting and making small movements. Obviously, these greasy uncles and greasy aunts didn't take the young Shi Tonghai seriously, nor did they take entering the provincial party school for training.

For the vast majority of them, reserve cadres are just a pie, and the policy of reserve cadres implemented in the past decade is more like painting a pie to satisfy hunger in Hechi. In the past ten years, more than 500 "reserve" cadres have been trained by Hechi, and more than 100 have received training from higher-level party schools.

Facts have shown that participating in the training course for reserve cadres will not improve your chances of promotion, and everything still depends on the relationship. Those who have not been trained, should be promoted or promoted, and there are very few seniors who participate in the reserve class.

However, Wang Zhe listened very carefully, this is a habit he has developed since childhood, and he especially cherishes the opportunity to learn. Because as an orphan, he knows that every opportunity to learn is not easy to come by, as for the training class of the Provincial Party School?

That can only be hehe, he hasn't even passed the deputy section level, so he doesn't believe that the master can send himself to the provincial party school, at most he can draw a pie for himself.

Xu Xiaotong beside him was very curious, this guy listened so seriously, he actually kept taking notes in the two classes: "Show it to me!" The font is good, a little better than that one, no wonder Sister Qiaoqiao likes you." ”

Wang Zhe was just about to speak, when he slapped him on the shoulder: "You guy, if you don't come to the city to look for me, you don't care about me when you study in a class, what do you mean? Do you have an opinion on your old classmates?"

When he looked up, it was Qiao Yinghong, Wang Zhe snorted: "Isn't it too late, congratulations to Sister Hong!"

"Cut! Come less!" Qiao Ying's red eyes focused on Xu Xiaotong, "Let's go, let's eat, someone will set up a banquet for you!

Qiao Yinghong, who is known as Sister Hong, didn't seem to have spoken to Wang Zhe when she was at school, and the two of them were originally cars on two roads. Although the Qiao family of Hechi is not comparable to the Qiao family in the Qiao family compound in Western Jin Province, it can be regarded as a head and face.

Wang Zhe vaguely guessed that Sister Hong's target was Teacher Xiaomiao, not his old classmate: "Thank you!

Qiao Yinghong glared: "What about molesting Sister Hong? Don't talk about those useless things, even if I open a room with you, he will have to keep an eye on it, right?"

This child's mother's mouth really makes Zhe Shao unbearable, Wang Zhe, who has not officially had a girlfriend, can only bow down in front of the little woman, just like when he was in Zhongxing Village, he was always laughed at.

The aunts and daughters-in-law in the village are willing to joke with him, and Wang Zhe really doesn't dare to go too far: "Sister Hong, why have you become so sharp?"

Qiao Yinghong smiled proudly: "Fight with me, my son's two birthdays have passed, and you dare to tease me like this?" Who is molesting whom?"

Okay, you're teasing me! Wang Zhe sighed to himself, he never expected that the arrogant little girl at the beginning, after becoming a mother, would dare to say more than the sister-in-law and aunt in the village. However, the three people on the happy motorcycle are really a bit crowded, Qiao Yinghong saw Xu Xiaotong's embarrassment, and sat behind Zhe Shao with one leg.

Wang Zhe felt that his body temperature was rising, and he even felt that his body was reacting, and Sister Hong's voice sounded in his ears: "My sister sits behind me, so as not to be eaten by him!"

Who eats who tofu? No one in the summer is wearing much clothes, Sister Hong hugged the man's waist tightly with both hands, and the abundance of that pair of nurses brought a huge sense of oppression to the man in front of him, and he could even feel that there was no sponge pad in Sister Hong.

This is obviously different from Sister Hu Si's touch, those two points made Wang Zhe's heart ape, and the little old man didn't dare to move. He was afraid that the friction behind him would bring more stimulation, and the man's posture was a little strange at this time, and he was riding on the motorcycle.

His waist was straight, his face was as blood-red as if he had drunk wine, and he was really a little uncomfortable with such affectionate movements. Carrying Xu Xiaotong over before, Teacher Xiao Miao behind him was very elegant, leaning back, holding the stainless steel frame behind him with both hands.

But those plump arms are still very strong, Wang Zhe feels that he is about to suffocate, obviously people are holding his stomach: "Are you going to strangle me to inherit my inheritance?"

"Just you pay back the inheritance?" Later, Qiao Yinghong twisted on Wang Zhe's belly, "It's a little stinky and all the money is donated, right? Isn't it when I'm a financial vain? Tell you, including how much tax you pay a month, my sister is clear!"

Wang Zhe had no choice but to smile bitterly: "I forgot that my brother-in-law is the deputy director of the Taxation Bureau! ”