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As an avant-garde expert leader, Che Xiaowei prefers the simple and simple layout of the room, and the windows in the room are bright and clean, so that people will feel comfortable and comfortable in their hearts. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But Yan Yuan's study is very antique, even if it is as small as a teacup, it is very exquisite, the chairs, desks, and bookcases are even more elaborately carved, and the most unbearable thing is that the lights in the study are orange, which looks particularly dark.

Of course, it would look awkward to use fluorescent lamps to illuminate such an ancient study, but Che Xiaowei naturally didn't like this half-covered feeling, and felt that Yan Yuan was engaging in so many mysterious and mysterious things, as if he was engaging in a cult of personality, thinking about retro.

But no matter how unhappy he was in his heart, when he entered the door, he already had a humble smile on his face, and said: "The secretary is too diligent, he manages all kinds of opportunities during the day, and he still works in the study at night, which really makes us feel ashamed!" ”

"Well, the old car is here! Sit, sit (" Yan Yuan raised his head and said, also showing enough enthusiasm of the master, after inviting Che Xiaowei to sit down, he shouted outside: "J1 tea!" Then a low voice introduced: "The best big red robe is not drunk by ordinary people." ”

"Thank you, thank you!" Che Xiaowei is very. nodded movingly, but secretly complained, everyone in the world knows that Che Xiaowei doesn't drink tea, and any tea in his mouth is medicine, if on other occasions, someone wants to use tea to entertain Che Xiaowei, the owner may end up miserable.

But this is Yan Yuan's home, Yan Yuan loves to drink tea, Che Xiaowei can only be the guest at will, a small cup of tea is poured, Che Xiaowei doesn't even dare to frown at the entrance, and has to make a long aftertaste, for a long time, he opened his eyes and said: "Okay!" ”

Yan Yuan waved his hand, amused in his heart, and more happy. Yan Yuan usually doesn't care much about the specific affairs of the city, only cares about the general direction and big decisions, and it seems that there is something natural, but as the secretary of the municipal party committee, Yan Yuan knows his subordinates very well.

Of course he knows what Hobbies Che Xiaowei has, but there is no coffee in this place, only tea, Che Xiaowei still drinks with relish, Yan Yuan even thinks that Che Xiaowei is not pretending, it is good to drink tea, or coffee, what he drinks is the mood.

Che Xiaowei can drink his own treasure. The tea ---- far away.

Che Xiaowei and Zhang Qingyun both judged that what Yan Yuan needs most now is stability, Yan Yuan has been in the post of secretary of the Hong Kong City Party Committee for many years, if he can't go further to the core position in the province, he may only be able to stop at the deputy ministerial level in his life, people go to high places, but people who are already in high places see higher peaks, this seems to be a kind of fateful pursuit.

In the meeting room of the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee, today's Standing Committee has obviously more serious atmosphere than usual, and all members of the Standing Committee need to attend today's meeting; although the specific agenda of the meeting was not detailed in advance, the city government has just made such a big move, and everyone can smell the smell of this meeting.

Zhang Qingyun and Che Xiaowei are fighting each other within the government, and now it is the plenary meeting of the Standing Committee, and those who know Yan Yuan know that whenever he has this kind of move, it is not the time to make peace with the mud, the secretary is a person who loves decency, and if he does not make a decision in his heart, he will not make such a big fanfare.

The meeting started at nine o'clock, and Che Xiaowei's short and chubby figure appeared at the staircase at fifty o'clock, and today's Mayor Feng was dressed in a straight suit, wearing a sky blue tie, and his hair was combed with oil, looking radiant.

"Hello everyone!" Che Xiaowei raised his hands, and many people got up to greet him with a smile, and everyone seemed to smell the subtlety from Che Xiaowei's mental state. Of course, not all the people in Mayor Feng's Standing Committee bought his account, and Chen Cheng kept his head down and tasted the tea in the cup without even raising his head. "Mayor Che, you look good today!" A woman's voice rang out, on. It was the red camellia that spoke.

The conference room suddenly became quiet, everyone looked at this scene with a scrutinizing look, everyone knew that Hongshan Tea and Che Xiaowei were old and dead people who had never been in contact with each other before, and today they would greet each other warmly when they entered the door, what does this mean?

Che Xiaowei was also stunned for a moment, and then smiled reservedly: "Thank you Minister Hong for your compliment, I have always been like this, but your complexion has not been very good recently, but today is not bad!" ”

Hongshan Tea snorted, stopped talking, picked up the cup on the table and drank the tea, and secretly cursed Che Xiaowei in his heart.

She suddenly felt that the atmosphere was wrong, and the surroundings were a little strangely quiet, so she quickly looked up, only to see that everyone was looking out the window.

There was a window in the Standing Committee meeting, through which you could see the corridor of the corridor clearly, and because you could only see a small section, no one usually paid attention to it. But today's little segment is really too eye-catching.

Everyone can clearly see two people through the window, one is Yan Yuan, Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, and the other is Zhang Qingyun, Deputy Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee and Executive Deputy Mayor.

Yan Yuan pointed with his finger in front of him, Zhang Qingyun squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of his finger, the two seemed to be studying a building in the distance, and every time they said two words, the two would happily meet each other and laugh, looking very speculative in conversation.

At this time, the meeting was almost suffocating, but no one made a sound, and they all looked at the old man and the young man not far outside through the inconspicuous window, at this time the morning sun was rising, and the position where the two were standing just happened to be the sun, and the sun seemed to rise from the position of the shoulders of the two from this position, which invisibly made the image of the two much taller.

Che Xiaowei's face at this time had become very difficult, and he keenly felt that the whole thing did not go according to his own vision, not only did it not go according to his own vision, but it also seriously deviated from the trajectory.

"Why is that?" He kept asking himself this question in his heart, how could Yan Yuan support Zhang Qingyun? Zhang Qingyun took the initiative to move closer to him? This is also not logical, Zhang Qingyun at this time can only be regarded as a burden to Yan Yuan, who cares about a useless person moving closer to him? Che Xiaowei felt that his brain was a little messy.

Compared with Che Xiaowei, as a female streamer, Hongshancha's facial expression is the richest, she is the closest person to Yan Yuan, but in her memory, Secretary Yan has never talked to herself like the kind of speculation that she wants to reveal in this scene, what is Zhang Qingyun talking to the secretary about to be so speculative?

Hongshan Camellia only felt that her heart was sinking, and she felt that Zhang Qingyun was not only just a person who did not play cards according to the convention, but also that he was probably a person who had another reliance. The deputy secretary of the municipal party committee is also a member of the Standing Committee and deputy mayor, which itself is full of a lot of unspeakable flavors, and now with the support of the secretary, what kind of result will this be?

Just when everyone in the conference room had their own thoughts, Zhang Qingyun raised his hand and looked at his watch, it was eight fifty-eight, he squinted at the not tall elder next to him, and a complicated emotion appeared in his heart.

The two didn't actually talk about any advanced issues just now, they just talked about a simple feng shui bureau, feng shui is such a thing Zhang Qinghe, as a person who understands Chinese culture, is of course not a layman, the so-called favorite, it happened to be used at a critical moment.

Of course, this can be regarded as a kind of contract between him and Yan Yuan, after all, the belief of a person like Yan Yuan is not something that Zhang Qingyun can figure out......