Chapter 040: A small gift from the old leaders

Peng Yuanzheng lived in the sanatorium for five days according to the meaning of Zhang Lao and Zheng Lao, of course, before he came, he had already called Gong Hanlin in Xin'an to ask for leave, saying that there was some urgent matter to deal with.

In the past five days, Peng Yuanzheng got along very well with seven or eight old leaders, especially Zhang Lao and Zheng Lao, who had a very good impression of him.

In the eyes of these old leaders, this young man not only has profound attainments in Taijiquan, but also has outstanding personal qualities and character. Not to mention anything else, this kind of neither humble nor arrogant bearing alone is beyond the reach of ordinary young people.

In fact, in the face of the central leading cadres at their level, even the staff members around them, they are always a little cautious and uneasy.

Chapter 5 040 The Taijiquan guidance experience of the old leaders' small gifts, for Peng Yuanzheng, it was sudden and purely accidental. However, he did not expect that these five days of life would have an extremely far-reaching impact on his future road to the sea.

On Friday afternoon, Peng Yuanzheng was leaving.

At noon, Zhang Lao and a few people specially asked the restaurant to prepare a sumptuous meal, which could be regarded as seeing off Peng Yuanzheng.

On the occasion of parting, the old leaders gave Peng Yuanzheng some small gifts. said that it was a small gift, but their identity and what they shot were naturally extraordinary.

Zhang Lao sent a handwritten calligraphy, eight strong and powerful characters: virtue, self-improvement. Zhang Lao's calligraphy is vigorous and powerful, and the weather is myriad, which he wrote in the morning, especially for Peng Yuanzheng.

Mr. Zheng gave a bottle of Moutai wine, and some of the other old leaders sent folding fans, some gave pens, and some gave a pair of colorful glass balls.

Of course, for Peng Yuanzheng, the most precious gift is an intimate photo of him and the old leaders.

As far as these old leaders are concerned, if it weren't for Peng Yuanzheng's appreciation to a certain extent, they would never easily give the old leaders of Chapter 040 calligraphy and group photos as small gifts. When Peng Yuanzheng took a photo with the old leaders, he didn't know how many staff in the nursing home were envious. They have been working here for many years, and they have never had the opportunity to take a photo with the old leader, let alone get a gift from the old leader himself.

Peng Yuanzheng left by car, and the door of the Mingshan Sanatorium slowly closed, and the inside and outside seemed to be two different worlds.

Back at Feng Botao's house, Feng Botao had been waiting in the study for a long time.

Feng Botao carefully inquired about Peng Yuanzheng's situation in the Mingshan Sanatorium, and learned that the old leaders had given him some small gifts, especially Zhang Lao, who had been the vice chairman of the National People's Congress, also gave him handwritten calligraphy, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

He pondered for a long time, nodded and said, "Well, Expedition, you did a good job. It seems that the old leaders are very happy with you. However, although the old leaders have given you gifts, it is better not to publicize them outside. I don't think I should tell outsiders about going to the famous mountain sanatorium, and it doesn't make sense to say it. ”

Feng Botao was obviously worried that Peng Yuanzheng would take a group photo with gifts and calligraphy from the old leaders of the Central Committee, and go around to show off. In Feng Botao's view, no matter how calm Peng Yuanzheng is, he is still a young man in his 20s, and a young man from the bottom can have the opportunity to get along with so many old leaders of the central government who were prominent in the past, and he also received gifts, and it is possible to get carried away for a while.

Once Peng Yuanzheng is on the outside, it will definitely not be a good thing for him. The first one to be dissatisfied must be his grandfather, Old Man Feng.

Peng Yuanzheng smiled slightly, "Uncle, don't worry, I know how to measure." ”

Feng Botao let out a sigh of relief, smiled and patted Peng Yuanzheng's shoulder, "Well, that's good." You go out first, I'll read the papers, and when your aunt cooks, we'll eat together." ”

Feng Botao thought about it. Peng Yuanzheng even has his true identity - Feng Lao's grandson, this kind of thing can be calm, without revealing the slightest bit to the outside world, this little gift from Zhang Lao, this short Tai Chi coaching experience in the famous mountain sanatorium is probably nothing to him, there is nothing to publicize.

Looking at the tall back of Peng Yuanzheng leaving, Feng Botao nodded secretly.

What Feng Lao likes and appreciates the most is Peng Yuanzheng's temperament, calm and moderate, neither humble nor arrogant, knows how to advance and retreat, and is not petty at all, and he is the same.

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Tomorrow is Saturday, Song Yuzhen and Feng Botao originally wanted Peng Yuanzheng to stay for another day and leave on Sunday morning, but in the afternoon of the same day, Peng Yuanzheng received an emergency pager from Gong Hanlin.

"Section Chief Gong, I'm Peng Yuanzheng."

"Expedition, how are your affairs handled?" On the other end of the phone, Gong Hanlin's voice was slightly urgent.

"Hehe, Section Chief Gong, I'm basically done dealing with it, if you have any instructions, just say it directly."

"Corey doesn't have any work, but just now, Minister Zhu called me, saying that it was arranged by Secretary Xue of the Municipal Party Committee -- next Monday, the city will hold a conference on promoting the work of the tertiary industry, and Secretary Xue is not very satisfied with the draft of the speech drawn up by the Secretary Section of the General Office of the Municipal Party Committee, and asked you to write it by name, saying that you are familiar with the situation, and you have just made a series of reports on the tertiary industry, and you are familiar with it."

"I also told Minister Zhu that you are a new comrade and have no experience in writing speeches for leaders, but Minister Zhu said that the materials are all universal...... In short, the leader has explained, urgent tasks, you have to rush back immediately. ”

Peng Yuanzheng nodded lightly, "Okay, Section Chief Gong, I'll rush back early tomorrow morning." ”

"Time is in a hurry, you will go to the office as soon as you come back, I will wait for you in the office in the afternoon and talk to you about the manuscript."

After explaining to Peng Yuanzheng, Gong Hanlin hung up the phone.

Putting down the phone, Peng Yuanzheng let out a sigh of relief. The secretary of the municipal party committee wrote the materials by name, which of course means some kind of appreciation from the main leaders of the municipal party committee, but this kind of urgent task is also a metaphor for a young man like Peng Yuanzheng who has just entered the officialdom, and it is also a metaphor for considerable risks.

You must know that the leader's speech is not an ordinary material, and its quality depends to a certain extent on the leader's own preferences. If the style of writing the leader likes it and says what the leader wants to say, it is naturally good; On the other hand, if the leader doesn't like this style, even if your rhetoric is gorgeous and logical, it will be a blind man's lighting in vain.

Once the draft of this speech is smashed, all the efforts made by Peng Yuanzheng in front of him will be in vain. Secretary Xue of the Municipal Party Committee will have a certain impression of "just that" or "exaggerated", which is very unfavorable to his future career progress.

More importantly, whether Secretary Xue had the draft of the General Office or not, asked him to write it by name. This means that the manuscript is not well written, and Secretary Xue is not satisfied; But once the manuscript is written, it will obviously offend some people in the secretarial section of the General Office.

Thinking of this, Peng Yuanzheng's face was a little solemn.

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