"Of course it's true. Otherwise, how could you be promoted to chairman? Guo Fuxiang said.

"If the municipal party committee really trusts me, they will send me to a decent unit. Instead of asking me to go to the Federation of Literary and Art Circles as a beggar gang leader. Wang Wenhua unceremoniously said his thoughts again.

"Hehe, beggar gang leader? Wenhua, who are you listening to? In the past, the Federation of Literary and Art Circles was a ministry-level unit, and many people didn't think about it!

"Do you know that the director of the Cultural Bureau, the director of the Radio and Television Bureau, the director of the newspaper, these people are only in the role of vice chairman of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles. You, the chairman of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, are the leaders who lead the city's literary and artistic circles! When you get to this position, why bother with other units? To be honest, this place of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles is really good! ”

Words are not speculative for more than half a sentence. As soon as Wang Wenhua heard the other party's tone, he didn't want to say anything more. After being silent for a while, the atmosphere was a little awkward, Guo Fuxiang told the cadre director to "send off the guests", Wang Wenhua walked out of the small conference room, and then returned to the classroom.

The students in the classroom no longer had the heart to go to class, and everyone gathered in the corridor, chatting noisily about the location of the new students, and asking them for a treat. However, as soon as they saw Wang Wenhua come back with a straight face, everyone was silent.

"Wenhua, do you really want you to be the chairman of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles?" Liu Dale, the squad leader, asked first.

"The head of the organization has announced, will there be a fake?!" Wang Wenhua didn't know why he said a word to him, thinking, isn't your words nonsense?

"This ...... It's so unfair! Liu Dale said indignantly.

"Yes, you are the deputy director of the General Office of the Municipal Party Committee, and you are the person who serves the Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, why did you send you to that place?"

Zhou Yiguang then made a big fuss, "What is the chairman of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles?" It's the beggar gang leader. The place where rabbits don't poop. Officialdom is a unit, it's stronger than there! ”

The tax bureau belongs to the provincial unit, and the tax bureau directors do not have the slightest compliment to the organization department of the municipal party committee, and they speak very casually.

"Wenhua, do you really want to go?" Monday light came to a sentence.

"What? You want me to disobey?! Wang Wenhua glared at him, and said in his heart, you don't have a backache when you stand and talk, and you are talking nonsense here with the identity of a provincial cadre, if you are in my position, I am afraid that you are not as good as me.

"At least, you can't just do it obediently! If I really don't want to go, can I talk to the secretary of the municipal party committee directly? Liu Dale is convinced that Wang Wenhua should be protected by the secretary of the municipal party committee. If you really don't want to go to the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, the secretary of the municipal party committee can't sit idly by!

"Da Le, you think too simply! Think about it, if the head of the organization department wants to arrange for me, can he not ask the secretary of the municipal party committee for his opinion? Besides, the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee studies the appointment of cadres, and in the end, the Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee makes the decision! Wang Wenhua asked rhetorically.

"Oh, yes, yes......" Liu Dale immediately realized, and then said: "It is true that you are the secretary of the municipal party committee, but you have served the most time for those old secretaries, this newcomer, there is always a gap in feelings."

"I think that if the old secretary does not retire to the CPPCC as chairman, it will not be a problem for you to go down and become a county magistrate and secretary of the county party committee. Alas......" Liu Dale suddenly remembered the law of politicians taking tea and cooling, and couldn't help sighing.

Intellectually speaking, Wang Wenhua knew that this appointment was irresistible. You have to obey the assignment. Emotionally, however, he found it difficult to accept.

Regardless of those people's discussions, just because he was once a reserve cadre determined by the county party committee, he should give himself a post as a county or district leader after a few years of training in the municipal party committee.

Now, with his hobbies, let himself be a beggar gang leader in the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, even if it is really good there, public opinion can't stand it!

The person in the nuclear position of the municipal party committee organ just let the new secretary of the municipal party committee and Guo Fuxiang calculate, how do they think about it.

The students made a fuss for a while, the electric bell rang, and the class continued. This class is "Western Economics", which is a subject that Wang Wenhua has requested. The professor from the party school of the municipal party committee specially came from the party school of the provincial party committee to give a lecture on this course, and Wang Wenhua naturally had to listen carefully to the lecture.

The course of "Western Economics" gives people a refreshing feeling that the concepts of resource allocation, efficiency, fairness, marginal cost and benefit, fiscal policy, and macroeconomic regulation and control often appear in the speeches of leading cadres.

In the past, they were confused and couldn't understand, but now when the professor talks like this, people feel that they are particularly thirsty. Some people also glanced at Wang Wenhua from time to time, which means that this course is really timely. Not only did people listen to it, they recorded it at the same time, and some even recorded it quietly.

Seeing that the students were listening carefully, the professor was extremely excited about the lecture. Except for the sound of lectures and the sound of books on the blackboard, the room was so quiet that even people who coughed did not dare to make a loud noise.

However, just as the class was about to begin, there was a sudden bang in the classroom, which startled people. Apparently someone fell to the ground.

"Wenhua, what's wrong with you?" I heard the squad leader Liu Dale shouting anxiously.

People hurriedly looked over and saw that the person who fell to the ground was indeed Wang Wenhua.

"What's wrong with this classmate? Do you want to call 120? Seeing this, the professor temporarily stopped explaining. Many people had already left their desks and rushed to Wang Wenhua's side.

People saw that Wang Wenhua had the textbook "Western Economics" on his desk, and next to it was a neat record book. A pen was still on the pages of the notebook, and it seemed as if he had suddenly fainted while listening intently.

Wang Wenhua opened his eyes in Liu Dale's shouting, and saw that the whole class was staring at him, he knew what was going on, smiled embarrassedly, and said softly: "It's okay." ”

"Wenhua, let 120 come, take you to the hospital!" Liu Dale said.

"No, I don't. Maybe my blood pressure is going up again. Wang Wenhua knew that there was something wrong with his body and told Liu Dale: "Just go to the school health center to have a look." ”

In the Party School Health Center, the attending physician is a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, and when he sees Wang Wenhua, he takes the pulse first. After a long time, I couldn't say a meridian, and then I used Western medical equipment and took out a blood pressure monitor to measure the blood pressure of Wuwenhua.

“110-140。” The Chinese medicine doctor looked at the scale on the blood pressure monitor and muttered in a low voice.

"This blood pressure is not high, why did you faint?" The little nurse next to her asked suspiciously.

"Isn't that high? The normal situation should be 90-120," Chinese medicine no longer talks about traditional medical theories such as the five elements of yin and yang, but talks about anatomical knowledge.

"What then? Transfusion? The little nurse asked.

"No, take that medicine. If you take one tablet, your blood pressure can drop quickly in ten minutes. "Chinese medicine doesn't know what kind of panacea there is, but it says that the curative effect is amazing.

The little nurse took out two pills from the medicine cabinet, brought a water cup, and served Wang Wenhua to eat the two pills.

As expected, after two pills, Wang Wenhua felt that his head was sober.