Putting down the phone, Zhao Sishui, secretary of the Hubei Political and Legal Committee, had a very unsightly face, he was very unhappy and took out a cigarette from the cigarette box, and Xia Feng, the director of the Political and Legal Committee opposite, hurriedly lit it for him. Looking at Xia Feng's nervous face, Zhao Sishui felt even more unhappy. With a displeased tone, Zhao Sishui asked, "Xiao Xia, why are you putting on such a face?" ”

Xia Feng saw that the secretary's face was not good, and hurriedly smiled: "I think that Secretary Zhao and Secretary Zhou are so atmospheric, and they are a little worried in their hearts." ”

"I'm not angry. I just think this old Zhou is too protective of the calf. Saying this, the expression on Zhao Sishui's face was very close to anger.

Xia Feng is in his forties, and he is in the prime of life. However, he was facing two founding heroes, and he was unwilling to offend the people on both sides, let alone dare to offend. Headed by Governor Wei Zedu, this action of condolences to the "retired veteran comrades" allows everyone to see the importance that the state attaches to these veteran heroes. The invisible hint made Xia Feng even more afraid to make any mistakes. Regarding the ridicule of his boss, Xia Feng had no intention of objecting. The director of Wuhan Machinery Factory is Yang Rengui, an old subordinate of Zhou Zhengxiong, and as far as Xia Feng knows, Zhou Zhengxiong has not supported Yang Rengui. Now that the factory can't be opened, Zhou Zhengxiong's face has been greatly damaged. Not to mention being blocked by tens of thousands of people at the door of the provincial party committee, this is a big shame.

Just when Xia Feng was thinking about the relationship, he wrote a document on Thursday, signed and sealed it, and handed it to Xia Feng. Xia Feng was a little stunned when he saw it, the content of the document was actually an order to release all the arrested workers. In the system, the government does not have the power to detain, and the arrest of people must be handed over to the political and legal committee. Even large-scale mass actions can only be carried out by armed police under the Political and Legal Affairs Committee. These systems were born out of the general staff of the Liberation Army. Since then, peacetime justice in the military has been vested in military courts. At most, the Force Commander has the authority to order confinement and contemplation. When the government was established, the public procuratorate and law were assigned the power of enforcement, and the government no longer had a single soldier to use.

"Secretary, this ......" Xia Feng wanted to persuade Zhao Sishui. Zhou Zhengxiong had a tough attitude and wanted to continue to detain the workers, and Zhao Sishui put down the phone and wanted to release them, this kind of confrontation was too obvious.

Of course, Zhao Sishui can guess Xia Feng's thoughts, it is not difficult to understand that a young cadre does not dare to offend the old brother, but if he does not dare to offend, if he becomes subservient, it is a situation that Zhao Sishui never wants to see. So Zhao Sishui had to say something to Xia Feng, "Xiao Xia, let me ask you a question, what do you think these workers have done wrong?" ”

"This ......, I don't think they're doing anything wrong." Purely from Xia Feng's personal judgment, the workers actually did nothing wrong. Although because of the mass incident, the workers had to be detained first. But after the initial surprise review, Zhao Sishui ordered the Chinese New Year's Eve meal to be prepared for the detained workers, and Xia Feng was also quite hard. He personally led someone to knock on the door of the director of the meat factory, and took the director of the meat factory to move meat and cook overnight. Because he couldn't return home, he and the detained workers ate the same Chinese New Year's Eve meal based on braised pork. If he ate the same meal as the prisoner, Xia Feng would naturally feel unhappy in his heart. But it didn't make him feel any uncomfortable.

"Let's not care what Lao Zhou thinks. Let me tell you, I was a Hakka gunman before I defected to the governor. At that time, being a gunman was to put my head on my pants, but I couldn't help it, my family was not poor back then, and I had studied for a few years. It's that after my father gave the government officials, the government didn't give money, and my family was forced to lose. This is not right! Zhao Sishui showed his attitude clearly.

As soon as he heard his boss say such things, Xia Feng understood too much. He may have been worried about the power struggle between the provincial party committee and the political and legal committee, but now he is no longer worried about it. His boss has an unwavering judgment of right and wrong, and the rest is a matter of black and white. As a subordinate, there was no room for Xia Feng to intervene in this matter.

When Xia Feng went to execute Zhao Sishui's documents, he found that he was no longer afraid, and even felt very relaxed. Probably because Xia Feng's own judgment is completely consistent with his boss, and after having strong support, doing what he thinks is right is refreshing.

The office of the provincial party secretary is a suite, and Zhou Zhengxiong works in the back room. If both doors were closed, no sound of conversation could be heard. But it turned out that there were no impermeable walls, and there were several loud sounds of breaking things in Mr. Zhou's office. Although inaudible, the roar could be faintly heard in the hallway.

Zhou Zhengxiong didn't think about this matter at all, and after receiving the news that Zhao Sishui ordered him to be released, Zhou Zhengxiong angrily broke two teacups on the wall. After the teacup fell, he yelled at Yang Fugui, the director of the machinery factory who was trembling with fear: "Look what good things you have done!" ”

Seeing his old boss so out of shape, Yang Fugui didn't know what to say. As a very important person of Zhou Zhengxiong, Yang Fugui was full of spirit when he first took office. One is to make himself industrial, and the other is to make the old superiors have a bright face.

Things have developed to this day, and Yang Fugui no longer knows what to say. Except for bowing his head and being trained, Yang Fugui couldn't do anything. However, this performance did not make Zhou Zhengxiong angry, but doubled Zhou Zhengxiong's anger. The room was almost buzzing with a roar, "You say! You said! What have you been eating all these years! Lao Tzu, I have worked so hard to win the machinery factory, and such a factory has been made like this. You can't even pay your salary, have you done anything serious on weekdays besides crying poor?! Speak! You're dumb! ”

Trying to swallow his saliva with difficulty, Yang Fugui found that his mouth was dry and bitter, and the two teacups that were originally placed in front of Zhou Zhengxiong and Yang Fugui were already broken on the wall with the tea inside. Yang Fugui could only say in a bitter and dry voice: "Secretary Zhou, our factory was okay in the first few years. But then new technologies came out, and the accuracy of those machine tools couldn't keep up. The quality of the product will not go up. That's when it's time to update your device. But at that time...... At that time...... "When it comes to the key point, Yang Fugui can't go on."

"What happened then? Say! Zhou Zhengxiong shouted.

After all, Yang Fugui was born in the military, and his head was raised with a knife, and his head was shrunk with a knife. At this point, he had no room to retreat. Yang Fugui said: "At that time, you asked our factory to take out all the profits and hand them over to the province for the sake of other factories. As a result, the machine cannot be updated. The accuracy of the machine tool cannot be improved, and fewer and fewer people buy the things that are made. ”

Hearing this, Zhou Zhengxiong's eyes seemed to erupt with fire. His eyes were round, he stared at Yang Fugui and asked word by word, "Then why didn't you tell me a few years ago?" ”

"Didn't I say it, but you said that there is no money in the province......" Yang Fugui's voice lowered, "I have made a lot of reports to you in the past year or so......"

"I'm not talking about more than a year, I'm asking you why you didn't say it a few years ago?" Even in anger, Zhou Zhengxiong did not lose the least calm. He got to the point of the matter. Since this problem has been planted a few years ago, Zhou Zhengxiong does not remember that Yang Fugui had the slightest word about it a few years ago.

Hearing the question of his old boss, Yang Fugui felt empty in his heart. These problems had to be faced by Yang Fugui and the cadres in the factory when they were anxious for more than a year, and they had to analyze them, and finally came to a relatively complete conclusion. He knows best what he does, and Yang Fugui didn't see this crisis at all a few years ago. At that time, Yang Fugui was able to become a backbone enterprise that provided a large amount of tax revenue to the province, and Yang Fugui felt that his face was extremely bright. And Zhou Zhengxiong at that time did not hesitate to give Yang Fugui a huge honor. "Advanced worker" and "model worker", even if such an honor provision is to be fully inclined to front-line workers, huge honors have fallen on Yang Fugui's head one after another.

This kind of front-line model worker evaluation regulations are derived from the Guangfu Army's merit evaluation regulations. Weser has repeatedly emphasized it. "Those commanders and fighters who are fighting on the front line are facing a huge test, and life and death are instantaneous. Are they heroes, or do they have to get by, or are they simply bears. It can only be tested in an environment on the verge of life and death, and can only be proven in an environment on the verge of life and death. We should not command in the rear, and there is no reason to judge the heroes of the battle. "Therefore, more than 98% of the combat heroes of the Liberation Army are front-line combatants, and 2% are officers above the company and platoon level. And these officers can get such honors, without exception, because they personally went to the line of fire to participate in the battle when the battle was the hardest, and made great contributions, so they got such honors.

Yang Fugui received such an honor as the factory director, which shows Zhou Zhengxiong's favor. Yang Fugui knows how he enjoyed this favor in the years when the crisis was born. He always wore the medal of model worker on his chest, an honor that was supreme among the working class. There are only a handful of factory directors in many other provincial enterprises, and they earned their money while working as workers. This uniqueness greatly satisfied Yang Fugui's self-esteem.

Those days were so glorious, those days were so vivid that you can't forget them. So now Yang Fugui has been deprived of even the courage to argue.

"Speak! Why didn't you tell me a few years ago? Zhou Zhengxiong's roar was like thunder.

Yang Fugui knew that he couldn't avoid it, he was still a little tough, and subconsciously stood up straight, Yang Fugui replied: "I wanted to make you happy at that time!" ”

This answer was beyond Zhou Zhengxiong's expectations, so he was stunned when he was furious. Yang Fugui has things that Yang Fugui remembers, and Zhou Zhengxiong naturally has things that Zhou Zhengxiong remembers. In those years, there were a large amount of tax funds from these provincial enterprises, and Zhou Zhengxiong did a lot of great things. Although I don't dare to build the government building more magnificent than Nanjing, I will retreat to the next best thing. I didn't dare to build the officials' residences more decently than Nanjing, and I saw some of the areas, so I reduced the external decoration of the head office. Because of Nanjing in front of the road, the interior decoration is actually more than that.

In those years, a brand new Wuhan city gradually became a reality from a simple paper job. Every time he passed through Wuhan in his car, Zhou Zhengxiong felt complacent, and his sense of accomplishment broke through the sky. The new three towns of Wuhan were built by him, Zhou Zhengxiong.

It's not that there are no factory directors who propose to spend a lot of money to transform the enterprise, and Zhou Zhengxiong feels that these factory directors don't know what they are thinking. Those iron guys will rust, so just put on more oil and take care of them on weekdays. Throwing away a huge investment without much gain, this transaction is really meaningless. So he refused without hesitation. For those stubborn factory directors, Zhou Zhengxiong can only ask them to find another job, and it is he Zhou Zhengxiong who has the final say in Hubei, not these factory directors. Then the murmur that made Zhou Zhengxiong unhappy was gone, and all enterprises were like Yang Fugui to tax Hubei Province with all their might. However, such scenery has now become a noose.

After a little self-blame in his heart, Zhou Zhengxiong's self-esteem rebounded violently in an instant. He is the secretary of the provincial party committee of Hubei Province and the number one leader of Hubei Province. Everything in Hubei Province is under its own control, and everything in Hubei Province must obey its own orders. This is power, and this is the reward for his life and death with Governor Wezedu.

In such an emotion, when Zhou Zhengxiong raised his eyes to look at Yang Fugui again, the feeling that Yang Fugui was his old subordinate and his trusted pillar was no longer there. Yang Fugui's cowardice made Zhou Zhengxiong have a thought in his heart, if he hadn't done something wrong, if Zhou Zhengxiong hadn't deliberately felt sorry for himself, why would he be so panicked.

The subsident anger did not go away, it was just a matter of gathering momentum and then doubling down. In a feeling as if he was about to burn Zhou Zhengxiong's whole person, Zhou Zhengxiong casually picked up the thickest and heaviest book on the table and smashed it towards Yang Fugui's head.

With a "bang", Yang Fugui, who was hit on the head, was smashed, and then fell to the ground crookedly. Zhou Zhengxiong walked around the table from behind the table a few steps with the agility that a normal old man in his fifties should have, and he raised his foot and kicked Yang Fugui at the end. While kicking, he shouted irrepressibly: "You're here to harm me!" You're here to hurt me! Dare to hurt me, Lao Tzu will kick you to death! ”

The book just smashed Yang Fugui dizzy for a while, and after a few kicks, Yang Fugui came to his senses. He held his head and shrunk into a ball, and kept begging, "The secretary spares his life!" The secretary spares his life! ”

The secretary of the outhouse had been afraid to come in, he didn't want to have nothing to do at this time. Hearing that the sound in the room was wrong, the secretary pretended to be bold and opened the door to take a look, and was stunned by the beating in the room. This is a great violation of discipline.

"Look at what! Get lost! Zhou Zhengxiong saw the secretary's pale face looking inside the crack in the door, and shouted at the secretary without hesitation.

The secretary didn't dare to touch this brow anymore, he turned around and ran out, and went straight to the governor's office. The matter was so big that Governor Liu Sixian also went to work.