No. 76, Bayi Road, in this compound diagonally opposite the door of the Provincial Military District. A black Audi sedan with the No. 98 license plate of the provincial party committee drove unimpeded in front of the foyer of the office building.

Every morning at eight o'clock in the past three years, Vice President Yan would get out of the car on time and greet Xiao Tang, the secretary who was waiting by the car door.

"Boss, at three o'clock in the morning today, a major safety accident occurred at the Longtan Reservoir construction site in Tonghai County. Stationmaster Yuan and Xiao Chen rushed to the scene of the accident immediately after receiving the report, and the specific casualty figures are being counted, and it is expected that the specific numbers will be known in another half an hour. ”

Thirty-year-old Tang Wenzhe is white and thin, wearing a pair of glasses, and full of bookishness. As a secretary, he knows Yan Zhijie's surname, habits, and every bit of it. In the past three years of close service, he has been "close to Zhu Zhechi". Even his words and deeds have Yan Zhijie's shadow and traces.

He admires Yan Zhijie very much, like a so-called fan in society. Tang Wenzhe particularly admired Yan Zhijie's profound knowledge and perseverance, and he was even more amazed by his skills. Even, Tang Wenzhe believes that an excellent senior cadre should be like Yan Zhijie, who is both civil and military.

As big as J Province, there will always be safety accidents of one kind or another. Yan Zhijie nodded slightly, and while climbing the stairs to the sixth floor as usual, he asked lightly: "Has Hanzhou City reported to the Provincial Party Committee and Provincial Political Axe?" ”

Tang Wenzhe, whose physical fitness was obviously inferior to Vice President Yan, hurriedly replied breathlessly: "I haven't received any news from them yet, I guess they want to report the casualty figures after processing." ”

There is a way to be a man, there is a way to be an official, those who keep the way live, and those who violate the way die, from ancient times to the present, there is no exception. If this happened half a year ago, Yan Zhijie would definitely have hinted that the Hanzhou reporter station would not publicize it for the time being, and wait for the local political axe to be unified before reporting cautiously.

Now it is not the same as in the past, it is well known that he wants to be the president with all his connections, but he was stirred up by the local faction led by Vice President Li, and his dream of becoming president came to naught within three years. He was already a deputy director at the age of thirty-nine, and whether he could take advantage of the retirement of the old president to go further was not particularly important. After all, he is still young, and there will be opportunities in the future, but he can't afford to lose this person.

Hanzhou is the hometown of Vice President Li, and the Hanzhou Municipal Party Committee and Municipal Axe will definitely contact him as soon as possible, trying to ask Huaxin News Agency to show mercy through the relationship between the villagers. Thinking of this, Yan Zhijie stopped, grabbed the handrail of the stairs, and said expressionlessly: "There is not enough manpower over there in Hanzhou." Xiao Tang, you go and inform the deputy director of Xia Wei now, and ask him to personally lead the team to Hanzhou to support Xiao Yuan. By the way, please ask Wu Lao to also take a trip, such a big accident report can't be done without pictures. ”

Tang Wenzhe was stunned for a moment, then reacted, and was about to turn back to the second floor, when he suddenly said cautiously: "Boss, Director Wu probably won't be able to go today." ”

"Why?" Although Wu Bolan is old and has a big temper, he has never bargained at work. Thinking of this, Yan Zhijie continued to ask: "Xiao Tang, is Wu Lao sick?" ”

"It's not." Tang Wenzhe helped his glasses and said with a wry smile: "Boss, Xiao Tian came back just now, and he will be helping his master work in the photo collection center." ”

"Impossible! Why didn't he call me when he came back? ”

"Called, but your phone doesn't seem to be turned on."

Yan Zhijie took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, and said with a wry smile: "It's true, I forgot to turn on the battery when I was wearing it." ”

"Boss, then I still ...... over there?"

"Forget it, Lao Wu is so old, his wife died early, and there has been no one around for a long time, let them reunite their master and apprentice." After Yan Zhijie paused, he continued: "After I finish the work at hand, you ask Xiao Tian to come over, I have something to talk to him about." ”

"Okay, boss, then I'll go to the news center first."

"Go ahead."

Although the photo collection center is also called a center, it is very different from the news center. The house is a two-story building, and the photo collection center has only three and a half offices. One is where Wu Bolan usually works and lives, the other is his photographic equipment library, and the other is used as a photo archive. As for the half, it is the utility room on the fourth floor, which has been transformed by Master Wu into a darkroom for developing negatives.

Like Tian Wenjian's first visit to the China News Agency, Master Wu's photo collection center can only be described as chaotic and chaotic.

"Master, tens of thousands of fisheye lenses, you just throw them here?" Tian Wenjian, who was sweating profusely, saw that there was still a scene full of cobwebs lying in the corner of the wall, so he hurriedly threw away the broom and picked up the lens, and while wiping the dust lovingly, he complained bitterly: "I always say that I am a loser, I think you are always a loser." ”

Wu Bolan, who was lying on a rattan chair and dangling and humming Peking Opera, didn't even look at him, and said casually: "Expensive is expensive, but the problem is that I don't need it at all now." But if you find it, wipe it clean by the way. Alas...... I'm still old, and I'm always lost, I said that when I sorted out the lens a few days ago, I couldn't find it. ”

Tian Wenjian took out a hair dryer from the cabinet, and while blowing the dust on the lens, he said with a dead face: "Master, the matter of the photo studio is not okay, you always give a sentence!" ”

Wu Bolan sat up, picked up the teacup and took a sip, then lazily walked down, and pretended to be angry and said, "You've thought about it, why are you still asking me what I'm doing?" ”

"Master, I'm not asking for your old man's opinion." Tian Wenjian came over and said with a sneer: "It's not a trivial matter to open a photo studio, if you don't speak, do I dare to open it?" ”

"Do you know it's not a trivial matter?" Wu Bolan sat up again, slapped twice on the forehead of the disciple who closed the door, and said with hatred: "It's gold that can shine anywhere, I just can't figure it out, what's wrong with you in the army?" Opening a photo studio, to put it simply, can you open it without a hundred? Even if you smash the pot and sell iron, it is unknown whether you can make money.

Master: I've been dealing with cameras for most of my life, and so far, I've never met anyone who made a fortune by taking pictures. Don't listen to the old man, suffer in front of you, how is your third senior brother? If you can't bear it or not as shrewd as you, don't do a good job, and learn what wedding photo studio to open. Not to mention the loss of all money, there are still hundreds of thousands of foreign debts.

The house belonged to someone else, and all the money for decoration was wasted, and all the wedding dresses and clothes that were added were sold as rags. I was so anxious not to mention that even my wife and children were affected. Otherwise, why didn't he come to me this year to pay New Year's greetings, it was because he had no job, no money, and he still owed a lot of debts, and he was afraid that I would discipline him and be embarrassed in front of his brothers and sisters. ”

Tian Wenjian put down the fisheye lens in his hand, pinched the master's shoulder and began to massage, while analyzing the cocoon: "Master, I am different from the third senior brother. First of all, after he was fooled, he got on the horse as soon as his head was hot, but I was fully prepared; Secondly, he does not have his own funds. It was all borrowed from the bank by the popularity before going to sea, and the remote luck was not good, Prime Minister Z's austerity money, the bank forced him to pay back the money like a ghost, it can be said that he was forced to collapse by the bank. If he can hold on to today, even if he doesn't make any money, he can still maintain the status quo.

The last reason, and actually the main one, is that he didn't ask you as humbly as I did. You keep thinking, if you had put him at the helm, would he have ended up in this field? ”

"Nothing to do, either annihilation or theft." Although Master Wu listened very useful, he still didn't like to eat this set.

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