Fifty-three is just a firefighter

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Han Dong, the director of the administrative department of the Jiangcheng Municipal Axe Office, is a filial piety person, nearly forty years old, and has been in this position for seven or eight years, waiting for several secretaries-general, but he can't move his buttocks. A few years ago, a fellow named Wang Dafu suddenly brought him New Year's goods from Xiaoyi Countryside. You don't know people, but people recognize you, maybe you don't remember living in other people, Han Dong didn't care too much, I don't want to be in the first month, Wang Dafu brought a young man named Fang Bin to pay New Year's greetings, gave his son a red envelope, and inadvertently mentioned Comrade Wang Changlin, Secretary General of the Municipal Party Committee. Han Dong is also a good person, looking for someone to inquire, only to know the relationship between Wang Changlin and Wang Dafu, his heart moved: although Wang Changlin is only a deputy secretary general of the municipal party committee, he is bold in his work, and he is not very old, his father is an old cadre, there should be a chance to rise, it is better to stick a hot pot than to burn a cold stove, although Wang Changlin was in the municipal axe before, and he also met with him, after all, he was not in charge of administration at that time, and he did not deal with much, if it is said that now through Wang Dafu and Fang Bin, it is also a good thing to be able to get closer to the deputy secretary general of the municipal party committee, Maybe we can go one step further. Thinking of this, my heart was surging, and I carefully dialed the phone number of Wang Changlin's office: Secretary General Wang? I'm Xiao Han of the Municipal Axe Administration, huh? Right! Right! I'd like to report back to you. The head groaned for a while, Han Dong's heart was hit, according to the procedure, the administrative director of the municipal axe was not in his turn to report to the deputy secretary general of the municipal party committee, for fear that the other party would say no, then he would pat himself on the horse's leg, and the hand holding the microphone was sweaty. Good! Good! I'll come right over. I finally heard the other party say: Then you come. Han Dongru heard the sound of Lun, and his forehead was drenched in sweat. quickly calmed down and walked unhurriedly to the side of the municipal party committee. Wang Changlin is the No. 1 deputy secretary general of the municipal party committee, low-key but influential, a clerk with the leader, and the head of the department and district and county leaders. Han Dong didn't dare to slack off at all, and knocked lightly a few times at the half-hidden office door.

Come in! Secretary-General Wang's low voice came out, and Han Dong walked in lightly and said respectfully: Hello Secretary-General Wang! Wang Changlin was writing something on the document and raised his head: Is it Xiao Han? You sit down. continued to bury his head in writing, Han Dong half of his ass was next to the sofa, ready to stand up and answer at any time. Although it was only a few minutes, it felt like several years, finally, Wang Changlin put down the pen, picked up the cigarette from the table, Gu Zi smoked one, spit out a smoke ring leisurely, and threw the cigarette box to Han Dong: Something? Xiao Han.

That's the case, Han Dong is holding a cigarette case, but he didn't light it, and recently the municipal axe has been repaired and expanded, and it is going to be tendered. Wang Changlin just nodded slightly: Hmm! It's about the image of the municipal axe. Wang Changlin is surrounded by clouds and fog: Qualifications must be checked. After a pause, you have to report more to Comrade Mingdong. Han Dong knew that the secretary general was saying that he would ask for more instructions from Comrade He Mingdong, secretary general of the municipal axe. Hurry up and say, yes yes! The phone rang on the table, and Wang Changlin picked up the receiver: Ah, yes! Okay, okay, I'll come right over. Putting down the phone, he walked over, reached out and patted Han Dong on the shoulder gently: Hmm! Xiao Han is good. Secretary Wu called me, can you sit here for a while? Han Dong was overjoyed, although he didn't mention Wang Dafu Fang Bin or their company at all, but both sides knew it. The goal of approaching the Secretary-General has been achieved, and Han Dong hastened to leave.

The office of Comrade Wu Xingbing, deputy secretary, was on the same floor, and when secretary Li Qingping saw Wang Changlin, he quickly stood up: Hello secretary general! The secretary is waiting for you. As he spoke, he led Wang Changlin in.

Changlin? Wu Xingbing came out from behind the table, shook hands, sat down, Li Qingping poured tea, closed the door and quietly retreated. Although Wang Changlin is only a deputy secretary general, Wu Xingbing has worked with him for several years, and knows that he is capable and dares to think and dare to do, is a decent person, shrewd and skillful, and assists himself in the years of municipal axe, which is very effective, so he is very polite to him.

It's going to be a people's meeting soon. Deputy Secretary Wu lit a cigarette, muttered to himself, and threw one to Wang Changlin, who played with it in his hand for a long time, and said lightly: Yes.

Comrade Fulong, it's time for you. Wu Xingbing spat out the smoke ring, as if he couldn't say anything, but Wang Changlin understood, Comrade Zhou Fulong, the third-ranked deputy mayor, was about to retire, and there was an empty deputy mayor seat, and many people would be staring at him.

Comrade Fulong is a meritorious man, look at how the municipal party committee and the provincial party committee make arrangements. Wang Changlin happily lit a cigarette and smiled slightly, which can be regarded as understanding Secretary Wu's kindness. This is an artistic word, Jiangcheng is a provincial capital, and it has the right to make suggestions but no decision on the deputy mayor, which sounds like it can be understood as how to arrange Zhou Fulong above, and it can also be understood as how to consider the vacant deputy mayor. Wu Xingbing smiled slightly, he has been an official for decades, although he has not had outstanding political achievements, he has not left any handle, relying on this determination.

It's a complicated situation. Secretary Wu spat out a smoke ring. Wang Changlin understands that he is reserving a way back: there are many people competing, and if things are not in harmony, you can't blame me for not working hard.

No matter what position you are in, you are working under the leadership of Secretary Wu and the provincial party committee. Wang Changlin deliberately put Secretary Wu in front and expressed his intention to repay his gratitude. Wu Xingbing smiled slightly: After the National People's Congress, the teams of various states and cities will also move.

Well! There is a chance to go below, and it is also a chance to exercise. Wang Changlin hurriedly showed his attitude, indeed, Wang Changlin always felt that being the secretary general was the work of waiting for people, not up or down, not big or small, it was better to go to the city to have a sense of achievement, it is usually not easy to say, at this time it is not taboo to say it, after all, he and Secretary Wu understand each other.

Let's talk about it. Wu Xingbing spat out the smoke ring and stood up. Wang Changlin also stood up and said goodbye, and the two of them exchanged their hearts and answers, and their expressions were very relaxed.

Back in the office, there was a phone call coming several times. Wang Changlin knew that there must be something to deal with, and he would call him anyway, so there was no need to call and ask. Just as I was about to take out the documents to look at them, the phone rang again, and I grabbed it: Hey! I'm Wang Changlin.

Secretary-General Wang? I'm Kobayashi from the Propaganda Department. The other party was Lin Hongcai, deputy director of the Propaganda Department of the Municipal Party Committee, who said in a crying voice: Secretary-General, something happened. Wang Changlin was shocked, Xiaolin, you speak slowly, don't worry.

That's the case, there is a township in WC County this year, late rice has been sprayed with fake pesticides, hundreds of acres of harvest has failed, farmers have petitioned, the township has not solved, the county has not solved, and people have been beaten, and a villager's son is a reporter in Yanjing Youth Daily, and he came back to understand the situation and wants to write an article to publish in the newspaper. Lin Hongcai said so much in one breath, and now he deliberately stopped, as if he was exploring Wang Changlin's attitude.

Wang Changlin said indifferently: That can't let him send it. Where is the journalist now?

The reporter is now at the Lantian Hotel in Jiangcheng, Comrade Chen Zhongping is there, and Comrade Zhang Xianren is on his way to Jiangcheng. Lin Hongcai is still refreshing. Chen Zhongping is the county magistrate, and Zhang Xianren is the secretary of the WC county party committee.

Have you reported this matter to Comrade Yiwan of the Party? Wang Changlin asked again, Dang Yiwan is the propaganda minister of Jiangcheng, and any handling of this matter cannot bypass her, otherwise it will be thankless.

The party minister was holding a meeting in Yanjing, and I had already reported to her, and the party minister instructed me to ask you for instructions and report.

Okay, you go to the Lantian Hotel first, and together with the comrades of the WC, accompany the reporter, and I will rush over after reporting to Comrade He Rong. Wang Changlin handled this kind of matter very methodically, assigned a task to Lin Hongcai, and hurriedly called He Rong, secretary general of the municipal party committee.

Is that so? Okay, thank you Comrade Changlin, you go and deal with it, pay attention to the impact must be controlled, and urge the comrades of the WC to solve it in the county, otherwise, take them and ask them. He Rong said very resolutely, Wang Changlin felt a little more comfortable, the following people, when there is a problem, they always ask the municipal party committee and municipal axe to put out the fire. Whether he is in the municipal axe or the municipal party committee, he is just a firefighter.

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