The end of the year seems to be the ideal time for personnel adjustments, to wrap up the work of the year and lay out the work of the coming year. Before New Year's Day, the provincial party committee adjusted the main leaders of the Qingchuan Prefectural Party Committee and the Executive Office. The facts have once again confirmed the rumors. It's not hard to see why people are talking about the road. Personnel adjustments and rumors are actually the same. Secretary Pu was transferred to the director of the Rural Work Office of the Provincial Party Committee, Commissioner Wei took over as the secretary of the prefectural party committee, and Huang Xiang, director of the Provincial Department of Culture, was appointed deputy secretary of the prefectural party committee and commissioner. Although it has been rumored for a long time, it still caused quite a stir. The "Wei faction" officials were full of spring and jubilant, and many of them had victorious smiles on their faces. The officials of the "Pu faction" looked lonely and depressed, and some even felt like they were sitting on pins and needles, as if they were mourning. It is said that after Zhong Zhenpeng, Secretary Pu's secretary and deputy director of the prefectural party committee office, heard the exact news a few days ago, the husband and wife hugged their heads and cried at home.

Since the Tang Dynasty's Niu Monk and Li Deyu's "Friend Dispute", the Chinese officialdom has been fighting for thousands of years. In fact, when a person is based on society, it is inevitable that he will have relatives and friends, classmates and colleagues, and teachers and students. These social connections often form the basis for people to form cliques. Whether you live in a temple or in a country, friends and factions are always present in your life. ** There was an incisive comment on this: "There is no party outside the party, and the idea of an emperor." There are no factions in the party, and there are all kinds of strange things. Therefore, it is extremely important to "stand in line" in officialdom. If you stand on the wrong side, even if your character, ability, and knowledge are outstanding, you may not be able to make a big difference. Of course, "standing in line" is a difficult art. Regardless of right and wrong, it is entirely possible that "on the right side" and "on the wrong side" can be changed by the change of time. When Secretary Pu was in office, Fang Baoyang stood on the right team, and now, Commissioner Wei took over as the secretary of the prefectural party committee, and he became the person who stood on the wrong team. Many people prefer not to take sides, so as not to rise and fall, and change the ups and downs. The problem is that people who don't stand in line often struggle to be reused or promoted quickly. Even sometimes, it is up to you whether you stand in line or not, and the officialdom living environment will force you to choose a camp or directly classify you into a camp. There are also people who choose to "ride the wall" and do "wall grass", and the wind blows on both sides. However, "riding the wall" requires some cleverness and agility, otherwise it is easy to fall off the wall. Fang Baoyang saw that the limelight was wrong some time ago, so he made up his mind to make a "wall grass", and took the initiative to move closer to Commissioner Wei, and deliberately bought a set of mahogany mahjong tables and chairs from the Republic of China period at a high price from other places and sent them. As a result, Commissioner Wei didn't appreciate it at all and blocked it back as it was.

Speaking of which, Zhou Sicheng is not a "Weipai" official, but he is very happy with this adjustment. His brother-in-law and Commissioner Wei are more familiar, so they naturally have more influence. More importantly, after Secretary Pu was transferred, Fang Baoyang no longer had a "backer" to rely on. He had already made up his mind to compete with Fang Baoyang, because Secretary Pu was still there, and he didn't dare to do it. Now, it is obviously a good opportunity, as long as Fang Baoyang is driven away, he will definitely be able to benefit from it. The first possibility is that after driving away Fang Baoyang, he presided over the work of the Youth League and the local committee. The second possibility is that after driving away Fang Baoyang, he "stood still", but the living environment changed significantly.

Liu Zhenji couldn't have imagined that Zhou Sicheng would choose such a point in time to launch a surprise attack on the other party's Baoyang. Liu Zhenji couldn't think of it, and Fang Baoyang couldn't think of it either, so he was at a loss when the incident happened. For the Chinese, 1997 is a year worth looking forward to. On 1 July, Hong Kong will return to the motherland, and many countdown cards have been made in various localities for this purpose. When Fang Baoyang passed by the square, his eyes naturally glanced at the huge countdown board in the center of the square. The sign shows that this day is February 14, the eighth day of the first lunar month, and there are still 136 days before Hong Kong's return to the motherland. He stopped beside a flower girl, glanced left and right, bought a bouquet of red roses, and put it in a plastic bag. Although it is Valentine's Day, most Harukawa people do not have this concept yet, and the weather is cold, so there are not many people in the square. The little girl who sold roses shivered from the cold, and just turned out the change to find Fang Baoyang, but saw that the man in a cashmere coat had already walked out more than ten meters, so she had to give up.

Fang Baoyang walked for five or six minutes to the family community of Changming Machinery Factory. It is a residential area covering an area of hundreds of acres, densely lined with dozens of neatly arranged unit buildings. With the help of the dim street lamp, Fang Baoyang walked quickly to Unit 12. On a cold winter night, there are few pedestrians on the road. At this time, many people nest in the house, pushing cups and changing lamps, flying drunk moon, hot pot on the table, hot brazier under the table, enjoying the last excitement and joy during the Spring Festival.

Walking to the door of room 301 of Unit 2, Fang Baoyang stopped, arched the middle finger of his right hand, and knocked lightly on the door twice. Almost as soon as he lowered his hand, the door opened quietly, and he leaped in skillfully. This is the third time Fang Baoyang has come here for Valentine's Day. But tonight, he was a little nervous, and after closing the door, he turned around and looked into the hallway through the cat's eye on the door, and turned around after making sure that no one had seen it.

The owner of the house is Ji Qianqian, secretary of the Youth League Committee of Changming Machinery Factory. This is a beautiful woman less than thirty years old, with jet-black hair draped over the back shoulders, an open and full forehead, willow eyebrows and almond eyes, a high nose bridge, a cherry mouth, two shallow dimples embedded in the cheeks, and a long, plump figure with exquisite curves. Seeing Fang Baoyang, she opened her hands and hugged his waist tightly. Fang Baoyang had no choice but to put the plastic bag aside and kiss her affectionately. They had not had a tryst for more than three months.

After a wave of kisses and hugs, Fang Baoyang offered the bouquet of fiery roses, and Ji Qianqian sent back a box of exquisite chocolates. Then, they turned off the lights, lit romantic flower candles, pried open the Changyu Jie Baina dry red, and had dinner together. For this dinner, Ji Qianqian worked hard all afternoon. Every year from the Spring Festival to the Lantern Festival, she either eats at her parents' house or at her mother-in-law's. But today is different, it's Valentine's Day. She sent her six-year-old daughter to her mother's house and went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables and get them home. Since her first skin-to-skin blind date with Fang Baoyang three years ago, she has fallen deeply in love with this charming man. And before, she just regarded Fang Baoyang as a handsome guy and a successful man. Zhang Ailing said that the passage to the female soul is ****. She was convinced of it. However, they are not like other lovers, who stick together when they have nothing to do. Ji Qianqian's husband is an army officer who serves in the northwest and rarely goes home once a year. But their respective identities don't allow them to date frequently. Not to mention that Fang Baoyang wants to hide his head and tail, even Ji Qianqian has to be extra careful. Changming Machinery Factory is a county-level state-owned enterprise with nearly 2,000 workers, and it is not easy for Ji Qianqian to stand out and serve as the secretary of the Youth League Committee, which she cherishes very much. She knows that because she is beautiful, because her husband and wife are separated, there are inevitably some wild bees and butterflies around her, paying attention to her every move, and the slightest wind and grass is enough to make the city full of wind and rain.

After eating, they took a mandarin duck bath together. Then, Fang Baoyang, who was naked, picked up Ji Qianqian, who was also naked and had flushed cheeks, into the bedroom. It's been a long time since I've had such a good feeling. Her breathing grew rapid, and her tongue mingled with his. Suck his tongue in with all his might. His hands glided over her smooth skin, back, chest, waist, thighs, and finally to a clear spring. Her body was close to him, Qianqian's thin fingers caressed his waist and his back, and suddenly her right hand turned her head downwards and grasped the tall tree. He expertly turned to one side and quickly pressed her under him, and the great tree as hard as iron pierced into the deep spring of abundant water and grass in an instant. She couldn't help but let out a ......moan of "ahh

A few minutes later, Fang Baoyang faintly heard a knock on the door, and his heart was shocked, and the "towering tree" fell down with a bang. He raised his head and pricked up his ears, and sure enough, there was a knock on the door, and it was a very heavy knock!

"Qianqian, someone knocked on the door!" Fang Baoyang whispered to Ji Qianqian's ear, get out of bed and get dressed. He involuntarily raised his wrist to glance at his watch, it was half past nine in the evening.

Ji Qianqian was still unsatisfied, lying motionless on the bed, and said lazily: "I hate it!" Whatever. ”

At this time, the bedside phone "jingle bell" screamed. Ji Qianqian just wanted to reach out to answer the phone, but Fang Baoyang replied with his hand: "Can't answer!" It could have been the person knocking on the door. ”

It was only at this time that Ji Qianqian woke up from the whirlpool of spring love and got out of bed to dress.

The knock on the door outside was getting louder and louder, mixed with the sound of shouting: "Is there anyone, open the door!" If we don't open the door again, we will slam the door. ”

What's going on? Catch a traitor? Fang Baoyang and Ji Qianqian were stunned!

After getting dressed, Ji Qianqian quietly walked out of the bedroom, passed the living room, came to the door, and looked out through the "cat's eye" on the door. It's okay not to look at it, but when she looks, she is scared away. There were five or six policemen standing outside the door, and behind them stood a circle of people in civilian clothes. The policeman who knocked on the door she knew, it was the head of the police station, Ding.

At this point, Fang Baoyang was surprisingly calm. He and Ji Qianqian quickly cleaned up the "battlefield", sorted out their appearance, and then turned on the lights and television, and watched TV as if nothing had happened.

Ji Qianqian's familiar voice came from outside the door: "Secretary Qianqian, are you okay?" When I opened the door, the leader of the police station had something to say. ”

Ji Qianqian looked at Fang Baoyang: "It's Lao Huang from the security department, what should I do?" ”

At this time, I heard Lao Huang say again: "Qianqian, you speak, Secretary Fang is okay?" ”

Fang Baoyang's scalp tightened, how did they know that I was here? It seems that things are not so simple, whether it is a blessing or a curse, and it is a disaster that cannot be avoided. His brain spun around a few times, gritted his teeth like a strong man breaking his wrist, waved his hand to Ji Qianqian, and motioned for her to open the door.

Ji Qianqian opened the door, and several policemen and Lao Huang broke in directly.

Lao Ding walked inside, looked around, and muttered: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

Ji Qianqian stepped forward to greet Lao Ding, and said, "Director Ding, what do you mean?!" ”

Lao Ding stopped, shook his hand at Lao Huang, and motioned for him to disperse the onlookers: "Secretary Ji, that is Secretary Fang of the Youth League and Local Committee, right?" We rushed to the police and fortunately there were no fatalities. ”

"Homicide? What homicide!? Sling the bull! Ji Qianqian's eyes widened and she asked.

Lao Huang dispersed the onlookers and closed the door: "Secretary Qianqian, it seems that there is a situation here, I can't explain a sentence or two, so let's sit down and talk." ”

Fang Baoyang's face was pale, and he squeezed out a smile: "Secretary Ji, let the comrades of the public security sit down and say, white can't be black, black can't be white." ”

Lao Ding took the initiative to shake Fang Baoyang's hand: "Secretary Fang, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." ”

Fang Baoyang was reluctant to shake hands with Lao Ding, raised his finger and pointed to the sofa: "Sit down, there's nothing to disturb, we are talking about corporate team building." ”

Lao Ding said that half an hour ago, he received a call from the police officer on duty at the police station at home. Someone reported that Fang Baoyang, secretary of the Youth League and Prefectural Party Committee, was hacked to death in room 301, unit 2, family building, No. 12 of Changming Machinery Factory. He immediately called to verify, but he couldn't contact Shang Baoyang, he was not at home, not in the office, and the "big brother" was also turned off. He had no choice but to report the situation to his superiors, and the director instructed him to lead the police officers to the scene of the incident.

Things seem simple. But Fang Baoyang heard too much weirdness and conspiracy from it.

Fang Baoyang asked excitedly, "Which phone call was made to you?" Is your mind that simple? Didn't think it was a scam and a conspiracy? ”

Lao Ding smiled awkwardly: "Secretary Fang, I didn't believe it at the time, but I can't get in touch with the phone or big brother, what should I do?" Once something happens, where can we afford it, we have to believe it and rush over desperately. It's good that a leader of your size is fine. As for the person who called, we'll track it down. ”

Fang Baoyang didn't know how he got home, but he remembered in a trance that when he went out, there were many people downstairs, a group of three, a group of five, whispering. He knows that tomorrow, what happens here will become a topic of conversation and laughter after dinner. He was puzzled by when he had revealed his flaws and who had directed the conspiracy. His instincts told him that the conspiracy had something to do with Zhou Sicheng. Zhou Sicheng finally made a move, maybe the next step, what awaits him is a more cruel game and struggle.

When Fang Baoyang fled in the wilderness, Zhou Sicheng was standing in the dark and quietly observing. The qiē in front of him gave him a feeling of exhilaration. Unexpectedly, today's events were completely gliding on his predetermined tracks, with almost no deviations. He was a person with rich experience in grassroots struggles, and when he was secretary of the town party committee, the contradictions between the two deputy secretaries of the party committees under his command became bigger and bigger. Once, a deputy secretary slept in the room of the director of the women's federation at night, and when the other deputy secretary found out, he immediately led a few people to block the door and arrest the traitor. Although the rape is low-level and vulgar, it has great lethality for leaders in the officialdom. When he heard about the romance of Fang Baoyang and Ji Qianqian, he sketched a magnificent picture of catching rape in his mind. He knew that because Ji Qianqian was married to the military, once it was determined that she had committed adultery, Fang Baoyang would face a catastrophe in her career. Now it seems that he was completely right. He estimated that Fang Baoyang, who was a little petty bourgeoisie, would have a tryst with Ji Qianqian on the night of Valentine's Day. The place of the tryst is Ji Qianqian's house, and for Fang Baoyang, other places are inconvenient. Fang Baoyang is a cautious person, it is impossible for him to spend the night at Ji Qianqian's house, have dinner together, fish and water together, and say goodbye, this scene will end before ten o'clock in the evening. Also, during the tryst, he will definitely turn off "Big Brother", and he doesn't want anyone or anything to disturb them. At nine o'clock in the evening, he went to the public telephone booth to call Fang Baoyang's home to find out the truth. As a result, Fang Baoyang's wife said that Fang Baoyang was not at home. Then, he called Fang Baoyang's "Big Brother" and prompted that the phone was turned off. In the end, he dialed the duty phone of the police station in the jurisdiction and said that someone was slashing and killing the secretary of the regimental and local committee in room 301, unit 2, building 12 of Changming Machinery Factory. After making the call, he walked slowly towards the family area of Changming Machinery Factory. At this time, he was not sure that this game of catching rape would have a satisfactory result for him, maybe Fang Baoyang was not in Ji Qianqian's house at all. Along the way, he comforted his conscience: It's not that I, Zhou Sicheng, am willing to be a villain, it's really you Fang Baoyang who bullied people too much, forcing people to have no way to live. The amount is small, not a gentleman, non-toxic and not a husband! He repeatedly warned himself that at this time, he must not be soft-hearted, and he must do his best to launch a second or even third wave of attacks, otherwise, his previous achievements will be wasted and he will be harmed.