The two walked to the door of the office of Luo Wannian, secretary of the provincial party committee, Ning Zhiyong glanced back at Zheng Weimin, and then reached out and gently knocked on the heavy dark yellow solid wood door, at this moment, Zheng Weimin's mood was extremely confused, before coming, Wu Huaiyue, the mayor of Qintang City, told himself that he must give Luo Wannian, secretary of the provincial party committee, a good impression, but now he is such a depressed bear, how can he give Luo Wannian a good impression.

"Come in" Zheng Weimin clearly heard a magnetic baritone voice coming out of the office of the secretary of the provincial party committee, his heart suddenly tightened, Zheng Weimin's heart was also flustered at this moment, the more nervous he looked, he was a little overwhelmed for a while, and he didn't know where to put his hand.

"Secretary Luo, Zheng Weimin is here." Secretary Ning Zhiyong gently opened the door with a gap that could only accommodate his head to stick his head in, and reported to Luo Wan in a young voice, "Well, tell him to come in." Luo Wannian heard the voice of the secretary Ning Zhiyong, he was slightly stunned, he did not look up, and replied without any emotion while holding a black gel pen in his hand.

With permission, Ning Zhiyong hurriedly retreated, turned around and prepared to call Zheng Weimin in, seeing that Zheng Weimin's body was trembling constantly, Ning Zhiyong smiled and comforted softly: "Don't be nervous, Xiao Zheng, Secretary Luo won't eat people, what are you afraid of?" ”

Zheng Weimin saw Ning Zhiyong comforting himself, his heart was warm, and seeing Ning Zhiyong say the word cannibalism, Zheng Weimin's courage suddenly doubled, thinking that he was also a special soldier who died all his life, and in addition, if it wasn't for the driver Niu vigorously reminding himself in front of the provincial government before, I am afraid that he would have become a killer's gun ghost by now.

Now even when I meet with the secretary Luo Wannian, I am scared like this, and it is too embarrassing for the special forces, if I let my comrades-in-arms know that it is not enough to make people laugh to death, thinking of this, Zheng Weimin turned his heart sideways and scolded secretly: "I'm afraid of a bird, I, Zheng Weimin, am also a person who has walked a few times on the ghost gate, we are not even afraid of death, and I am afraid that you will not be a big living person, knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, Lao Tzu prefers to go to the tiger mountain." ”

Seeing that Zheng Weimin was comforted by himself, his spirit was greatly lifted in an instant, and his face instantly regained his resolute and confident expression, Ning Zhiyong was also taken aback, thinking that this kid's body was still a little trembling just now, but now he is full of confidence, it seems that this kid's ability to control the situation is good, his mind flashed, he smiled unconsciously, patted Zheng Weimin's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Xiao Zheng, it's good, you should be so confident, go in." ”

Zheng Weimin nodded gratefully at Ning Zhiyong, and then gently pushed the door and walked into Luo Wannian's office, seeing that Luo Wannian was still bowing his head to review the text, Zheng Weimin calmed down a little, and called out calmly: "Secretary Luo is good." ”

Luo Wannian heard the voice, raised his head and glanced at Zheng Weimin, a sharp gaze suddenly shot in, like two daggers, which still made Zheng Weimin look nervous, only to see Luo Wannian's head towards Zheng Weimin and nodded slightly, and then ignored Zheng Weimin, lowered his head again, and read the approval document by himself, as if he intended to put Zheng Weimin aside and treat it as air.

Zheng Weimin's waist was straight, standing in a soldier's upright posture, although he was not treated by Luo Wannian, his heart was a little lost, but since he used his own beliefs to support his confidence, he didn't care what Luo Wannian's attitude was towards him.

The air in Ruoda's office seems to be frozen, and the atmosphere is even quieter and terrifying, it seems that he can only hear his own breathing and heartbeat, this kind of waiting for Zheng Weimin is the first time, and his heart is very uncomfortable, he doesn't know what Luo Wannian is looking for himself, what kind of medicine is sold in his gourd, Zheng Weimin doesn't know anything.

At this moment, Luo Wannian ignored himself and cooled himself aside, Zheng Weimin knew that as long as Luo Wannian, Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee, did not speak, he must not speak casually, seeing that Luo Wannian was still bowing his head to approve the text, Zheng Weimin simply quietly observed the Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee who was sitting in danger, lowering his eyes, and constantly writing instructions in his hands.

The middle-aged man in front of him, with a flat head exactly the same as when he first changed jobs, his hair seems to be a little mottled, a pair of sword eyebrows with a resolute Chinese face, coupled with a solemn and cold expression, a sense of coercion makes people shudder, Zheng Weimin obviously feels that this coercion is more of a righteousness, and it seems to be completely different from the sense of coercion given by Liu Xiaotian.

Look at the setting in the office, elegant and vibrant, a large pot of leafy indoor plants in the corner of the wall on the right hand side behind Luo Wannian, full of tender green branches and leaves, Zheng Weimin seems to be able to feel, the potted plant is exuding a faint refreshing atmosphere, and then look at the wall behind Luo Wannian hanging a framed eight-character banner, is Zhuge Liang's indifferent Mingzhi, quiet and far-reaching, the font is strong and heavy and there is no lack of agility and elegant, look at the red seal, only to see a few cursive fonts printed by Luo Wannian.

Seeing this, Zheng Weimin gasped unconsciously, thinking that a high-level official who is busy with official affairs every day, it is rare to have this kind of calligraphy attainments and taste, this is an external expression of inner cultivation, thinking that Luo Wannian should be a noble person, seeing this, Zheng Weimin unconsciously had a lot of good feelings towards the secretary of the provincial party committee who was not young in front of him, and his inner jealousy of him seemed to be alleviated.

When Zheng Weimin first came in, he seemed to see a text panel in front of the desk, he didn't care very much because of his nervous expression, I don't know what kind of alert or inspirational motto it is, at this moment, because behind Zheng Weimin, he didn't dare to look back anyway, although Luo Wannian lowered his head and read the approval text, Zheng Weimin could still feel that Luo Wannian seemed to be quietly observing himself with his spare light.

In a flash, Zheng Weimin was secretly happy in his heart, thinking that this old man was really weird, this was an intentional test of his courage, giving himself a dismount, or the style that a provincial party secretary should have, and deliberately putting on a lofty momentum, so that his officials could be in awe of him, so that he could wholeheartedly steer the ship of Province A that rode the wind and waves.

"Your name is Zheng Weimin." Just as Zheng Weimin was thinking about it, a cold voice suddenly turned from under his lowered head, causing Zheng Weimin's body to shrink suddenly.

"Yes, Secretary Luo, my name is Zheng Weimin." Although Luo Wannian did not raise his head, Zheng Weimin still puffed up his chest and stood tall like a white tree in the company's camp when he was a company commander in the special brigade. At this time, Luo Wannian finally finished reading and approving the last word, closed the jiàn folder, took the gel pen in his hand and lightly tapped it twice on the desk, glared at Zheng Weimin and asked again: "I heard that you are quite bold and dare to eavesdrop on the conversation of the senior management of Beidao Pharmaceutical, do you know that this is an act?" What has thought about the consequences? ”

Luo Wannian's eyes were aggressive, and the question was also filled with emotionless sharpness and blame, which made Zheng Weimin unable to figure out the direction for a while, and cold sweat instantly seeped out from his back, he didn't know what this weird old man wanted to do, could it be that he called himself over just to reprimand himself?