Chapter Eighty-Six: The Tongue Will Touch the Teeth (Crying Blood for Votes)
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81zw。 These two things happened one after another so strangely, especially when the old account of Chen Guzi was turned out, it seemed that someone was specifically treating Yang Yunbing.
With political sensitivity, Zhou Aiguo and Wei Xiaojin both felt that this matter was inseparable from the smiling Secretary Wang in front of them.
As soon as he thought of this, Wei Xiaojin's heart felt a chill, and the feeling of having the upper hand just now made him very uncomfortable. He knew in his heart that the position of the director of finance was no less than that of his father's director of public security, and this guy would dare to provoke even the bullish director of finance, and I am afraid that others would not pay attention to it.
"Secretary Wang, this is my review." Lin Jianglun saw that Wang Zijun was silent, and did not speak for a long time, so he hurriedly handed over a few pages of manuscript paper respectfully.
Wang Zijun took the manuscript paper, although the words on it were crooked, but every word was written very seriously, and secretly said, this review book is not very high, but it can be forgiven, after all, there is not so much ink in the stomach; However, this attitude of admitting mistakes is worthy of recognition.
"Hmm." Wang Zijun nodded towards Lin Jianglun, and then flipped it gently. Seeing Wang Zijun flipping through his examination without saying a word, Lin Jianglun felt like he was on pins and needles, and a trace of deep fear surged in his heart.
The room was silent, so quiet that you could hear the movement of the air, and this atmosphere made Lin Jianglun depressed as if he had spent his days like years.
"Jiang Lun still has a deep understanding of his mistakes." Wang Zijun finally finished reading it, nodded to Lin Jianglun, and then raised the inspection in his hand.
"Secretary Wang, eat a temporary long and a wise, your criticism and education, I realized how much damage my nonsense has caused to Director Zhuo, I will give you a review first, and I will apologize to Director Zhuo in person later." Lin Jianglun's posture was very low, and he looked like he sincerely admitted his mistakes.
Wang Zijun waved his hand lightly and said: "In real life, contradictions are everywhere, everywhere, and some disputes between colleagues are unavoidable, and your tongue will touch your teeth." If you want me to say, just such a little friction, as long as you say it, the clouds in the sky will disperse. ”
"In this way, you help me bring a message to the guys, let them prepare two more dishes, today I invite you and Zhuo Changwei to have two drinks, from now on, everyone will live together amicably, make up for each other without demolishing the stage, support each other without hurting, and no one is allowed to mention this matter again."
Lin Jianglun never expected that Wang Zijun would give face like this and apologize at the wine table, which is easier to accept than a special apology, looking at Wang Zijun's earnest teaching, he didn't feel disgusted, but a trace of gratitude surged in his heart.
"Thank you, Secretary Wang ()."
Wang Zijun looked at Lin Jianglun and smiled secretly as if he was relieved, but his heart was calm. Wang Zijun began to talk to Lin Jianglun in a whisper. Although it was all about the Zhang family in the township, Lin Jianglun's expression slowly calmed down between these words.
"Is Secretary Wang here?" A loud voice came from outside. Hearing this voice, Wang Zijun felt a little familiar.
The hidden door was pushed open again, and Wang Xiaobing, the village chief of Hongling Village, who was dressed in a military green, pushed the door and walked in.
Wang Zijun and Wang Xiaobing had dinner together, saw him coming, and greeted him with a smile: "Old Wang, what kind of wind blew you here?" As he spoke, he threw a cigarette over.
Wang Xiaobing and Wang Zijun were also not polite, stretched out their hands to take the cigarette light, sat down next to Lin Jianglun and said, "What kind of wind can there be, yin wind." This Wang Xiaobing was very arrogant, and when he looked at the teacup in front of Lin Jianglun that had not moved, he grabbed it and said, "Old Lin, I'm dying of thirst, so you're welcome." As he spoke, he picked up the glass of water and drank it into his stomach.
Lin Jianglun and Wang Xiaobing have also drunk and know this guy's temperament, although it is a pity that the water that Secretary Wang personally poured for himself flowed into this guy's mouth, but they also knew that if they stayed at this time, they would have to suffocate themselves!
"Hey, Jiang Lun, you help me go to the cafeteria and say something." Wang Zijun nodded and asked Lin Jianglun to get busy first.
"Secretary Wang, look at you, I'm here and I'm here, you don't have to prepare the meal so grandly." Although he knew that it was not for himself, Wang Xiaobing still joked.
"Thank you, Secretary Wang, I came to the township this time, mainly for the affairs of our village primary school." Wang Xiaobing mentioned the village primary school, scratched his head in embarrassment and said: "The primary school in our village is still a brick and mud house built more than 20 years ago, and now some classrooms are cracked with such wide cracks, which is very unsafe. ”
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