Yang Baocheng knew it as soon as he heard it. He may be involved in the whirlpool of political struggle, so his brain spun rapidly, and he said: "Secretary-General, theoretically speaking, there should be no problem in handling it without leaking traces, but the specific situation should be asked to the technical engineer." ”

"You're the director, and you don't know anything about this?" Yuan Zheng seemed to sense Yang Baocheng's hesitation.

"Secretary-General, I, the director, am administrative, and I don't have a very thorough understanding of specific technical and operational issues." Yang Baocheng said, "But it's not a problem, you can know it when you ask." ”

"Then you hurry up and implement it, the matter is more urgent, and there is no delay." Yuan Zheng looked at his watch, "Can you be sure before eight o'clock?" ”

"Yes!" Yang Baocheng replied very simply, "I'll go back and ask in person, and report the results to you before eight o'clock!" ”

"Hmm." Yuan Zheng nodded and said, "Then hold on tight." ”

"What a Secretary-General!" Yang Baocheng immediately retreated.

On the way back, Yang Baocheng was very worried, in fact, he knew that there was no way to deal with monitoring data through technical means, and there was only one way, which was deleted directly. However, he was afraid that Yuan Zheng would let him do that after he said it, but he hadn't figured out what was going on, so there would be no room for maneuver, and he might offend another faction that could not afford to offend. Therefore, he deliberately pointed out the phrase "handle it without leaving a trace" in order to delay time.

Indeed, Yang Baocheng's goal has been achieved. Originally, Yuan Zheng just wanted him to directly delete and erase the records under the pretext of a work mistake, but after hearing Yang Baocheng say that theoretically speaking, there should be no problem in dealing with it without leaking traces, he temporarily changed his mind. Yuan Zheng thinks that if it can really achieve the effect that Yang Baocheng said, wouldn't it be better? Isn't it much more subtle than the shoddy practice of directly deleting things intangibly?

Interlacing is like a mountain, not false at all. Yang Baocheng took advantage of this to buy himself time to maneuver.

On the way back, he received a call from Pan Baoshan.

At this time, Pan Baoshan was already in Shuanglin. After investigating at the Radio and Television Bureau at noon, he did not go back to Fuxiang, but secretly found Deng Rumei, had lunch and talked about something, and hurried to act.

Pan Baoshan told Yang Baocheng that he would provide a copy of Songyang TV's program broadcast monitoring records.

Yang Baocheng's scalp suddenly tingled when he heard this, and sure enough, what he was most worried about happened, and he couldn't afford to provoke both sides of the struggle.

"Where are you, Director Pan?" Yang Baocheng really couldn't answer for a while, he wanted to meet Pan Baoshan, "I'll go to you?" ”

When Pan Baoshan heard that something was wrong, he immediately understood the general situation, smiled in his heart, and said, "I'm in the office, come on." ”

Yang Baocheng came to Pan Baoshan's office, and he was honestly afraid.

Pan Baoshan was full of spring breeze, and asked directly: "Director Yang, who looked for you in the afternoon about the monitoring records broadcast by Songyang TV station?" ”

"It's not afternoon, it's just now." Yang Baocheng and Pantuo said, he couldn't hide it, "Secretary General Yuan is looking for me." ”

"Oh." Pan Baoshan nodded and asked, "What do you think about this?" ”

"I, I can't think about it." Yang Baocheng drooped his head.

"Huh." Pan Baoshan laughed, "Then what are you going to do?" ”

"I ......" Yang Baocheng sighed, he knew that Lu Dao couldn't directly answer that he didn't know how to do it, so he could only take a detour, "Director Pan, I told Secretary General Yuan that it can almost be dealt with without revealing traces by technical means, he believes it, in fact, it is impossible, and the only way to deal with it is to delete it directly." ”

Yang Baocheng confessed to Pan Baoshan, he knew very well that there was no way to appease both sides, and he had to explain the truth to one side, and only in this way could it be possible to get a solution.

In terms of the object of explaining the truth, Yang Baocheng chose Pan Baoshan, but this does not mean that he really opened his heart to Pan Baoshan, the reason is just that Pan Baoshan is his direct management, and the county officials are not as good as the current management.

"That's hard enough for you." After Pan Baoshan finished speaking, he took a deep breath, got up with his hands behind his back, and paced back and forth in the office a few times.

Yang Baocheng, who was originally sitting, also stood up, putting on a painful and helpless expression.

"Director Yang, I don't embarrass you." Pan Baoshan thought for a while, nodded and said slowly: "You don't have to delete the program broadcast monitoring records of Songyang TV, I won't talk about their illegal advertising insertions." Originally, I planned to report on the criticism of Ding Fangfang, director of Songyang TV Station and director of the Radio and Television Bureau, in the radio and television system tomorrow, but forget it now, otherwise you really don't know what to do. ”

"Oh, thank you so much Director Xie Pan for understanding and supporting my work!" Yang Baocheng instantly relaxed, and his whole body began to soften.

"Compare your heart to your heart, if I am in your position, I really can't solve it." Pan Baoshan smiled, "Besides, you are a person from the radio and television system, who will take care of me if I don't care for it?" ”

"Yes, yes, Director Pan, you are really a good leader!" Yang Baocheng's words were inspired by feelings, and he was liberated from the dilemma of the former wolf and the tiger, and he was emotional.

"Alright, let's get busy." Pan Baoshan said, "I won't leave you for dinner." ”

"No, no, Director Pan has time another day, I will definitely treat you to a good meal and bring out all the top dishes of Shuanglin!" Yang Baocheng is not lying when he says this, it is nothing more than a matter of money, easy.

"That's another day." Pan Baoshan said, returning to his desk and sitting down.

Yang Baocheng knew that Pan Baoshan had something to do, so he hurriedly said goodbye, and he also had to be busy for a while to call Yuan Zheng back.

As soon as Yuan Zheng received a call from Yang Baocheng, he invited him to dinner with him before he could speak, and asked him to come to the office first. Intuitively, Yuan Zheng thought that no matter what, Yang Baocheng would do things well according to his instructions, so he would owe him a personal favor. Yuan Zheng didn't want to owe him this favor, so he just took the opportunity to invite him to dinner, so he regarded it as paying it off.

Yang Baocheng is also very happy, it is of course good to be able to eat with the secretary general of the provincial government, and judging from the current situation, the things assigned by Yuan Zheng can be completed to the letter.

When he came to Yuan Zheng's office again, Yang Baocheng had a relaxed expression on his face, and took the initiative to put on a cigarette, "Hello Secretary-General, please smoke!" ”

"Hmm." Yuan Zheng took the cigarette, "You sit." ”

After Yang Baocheng lit the fire for Yuan Zheng, he retreated to the opposite sofa and sat down.

"How?" Yuan Zheng took a puff of his cigarette and asked.

"Can there be problems with the things assigned by the Secretary-General?" Yang Baocheng said with a smile, "I have implemented it, and the monitoring and recording data can be handled through technical techniques." Yang Baocheng replied like this, but also to leave a way back for himself, anyway, Pan Baoshan said that he would not find fault with the advertising of Songyang TV, so the matter of monitoring records became indifferent. As for whether it can be handled well, there is no need to think about it, and Yuan Zheng will not supervise the implementation. Taking a step back, if there is an accident, you can also use technical mistakes to prevaricate, saying that you have not handled it well, although it is actually unreasonable, but at least it is an excuse. Moreover, keeping monitoring records can also grasp a certain degree of initiative, and in case the situation changes, it can also be used at critical moments.

"Oh, that's good." Yuan Zheng laughed, "Originally, I had a plan, if I couldn't handle it technically, then I would simply delete it, if the operation was wrong, data loss would be normal." ”

"Yes, yes, that's the case." Yang Baocheng said with a smile, "But everything must be perfect, and of course those who can be traceless must be dealt with properly, even if it takes a little more pains." ”

"That's right, you're right." Yuan Zheng looked at Yang Baocheng appreciatively, "This reflects the problem of doing things, which is very good!" ”

"Thank you, Secretary-General, for the compliment!" Yang Baocheng was complacent.

"It's not that I'm complimenting, it's that you're doing a really good job." Yuan Zheng said, took out his mobile phone and started dialing, he wanted to report the situation to Wan Shaoquan.

As soon as he finished pressing the number and hadn't dialed yet, Yuan Zheng suddenly remembered that Yang Baocheng was still in front of him, which was somewhat inconvenient.

What kind of eyes does Yang Baocheng have? As soon as he saw Yuan Zheng's expression change, he immediately got up and walked out, "Secretary-General, I'll go outside to the bathroom." ”

Yuan Zheng looked at Yang Baocheng who pulled the door and left, and once again showed admiration, and then lowered his head and pressed the dial button.

Wan Shaoquan has been waiting for Yuan Zheng's news. After hearing that the matter was completed, he hung up the phone with a smile, and then dialed Yan Jingbiao.

At this time, Yan Jingbiao was with Ding Fangfang, and he didn't have time to wait until the evening when he got up for a while, so he called Ding Fangfang to start practicing.

Ding Fangfang has built a two-bedroom house in an inconspicuous neighborhood in the new district, with a hot and sensory decoration style, which is a place she specially prepared to intersect with Yan Jingbiao.

The heavy curtains were tightened, and the large white sofa was placed in the middle of the living room, and the chandelier was not turned on, only the orange diffuse lamp on the ceiling sprinkled a seductive soft light. The air conditioner in the corner of the wall was spewing hot, and the whole room was more than warm.

Yan Jingbiao lay on the sofa on all fours, with his head resting on the two backrests, so that when he opened his eyes, he could see Ding Fangfang lying between his legs. Cui Yimei can't do this, she can only lie with her legs crossed, and after Yan Jingbiao climbs up, she hums mechanically, looking very serious, just like a primary school student doing homework in front of a teacher.

From Cui Yimei, Yan Jingbiao can't get the enjoyment of the bones now, which is in stark contrast to being with Ding Fangfang, so every time he is with Ding Fangfang, he will be very devoted, and he usually doesn't answer calls when he calls.

However, he has to answer Wan Shaoquan's call. Because Wan Shaoquan called his private number. This number is generally not many people call, as long as it is called, it means that it is not an ordinary person.

"Fang, wait a minute, I'll answer the phone." Yan Jingbiao sat up.

"No." Ding Fangfang muttered.