When he was about to get off work the next afternoon, Zhao Kunpeng pointed to the speech materials and said that the content and style were very good, but the structure was reconstructed. Ning Zhiyuan nodded, took the manuscript and went out. Zhao Kunpeng smiled with satisfaction, the original draft was much stronger than in the past, which was refreshing, but he still had to be revised several times.

Back in the office, with a cigarette in his mouth, he knew in his heart that the secretary of this first manuscript was to save face, and said lightly that the style was reconstructed, which actually meant that the entire manuscript was overturned and restarted. He gathered the secretarial staff again and continued to revise the manuscript.

At 12 o'clock in the evening, he reviewed the materials again, felt still a little dissatisfied, and put forward suggestions for revision, so that everyone can continue to work hard, and the conference at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning must be sent to the secretary before the start of the final draft. Looking at the time, he asked people to buy barbecue and drinks, and accompanied everyone for supper. The secretarial staff was very moved, this is really different from the past.

While waiting, he went downstairs and walked around the compound of the county party committee. In early summer, the leaves begin to flourish, and the branches still have a few remaining flowers, swaying in the dim light. Only a few offices of the county party committee office were still lit in the entire organ compound, and he couldn't help but feel emotional, saying that the secretary of the county party committee office went out quickly, but he didn't know how many hardships he had endured and how many nights he had endured.

It wasn't until four o'clock in the morning that he signed the opinion satisfactorily and, like the rest of the secretarial staff, collapsed on the couch and fell asleep. A few hours later, suddenly the phone rang, and Yun Shi asked in a hazy voice, working overtime all night? He replied vaguely, well, revise the materials, and the secretary will review them in the morning.

The next day, Zhao Kunpeng spoke word for word according to the script for an hour. The following participants were very surprised, and the secretary's speech was short, very penetrating, and exciting. At the end of the meeting, several leaders seated on the rostrum said to Zhao Kunpeng, Secretary, you rarely take off the script to play today's speech, but you speak very well. Zhao Kunpeng smiled, got up and shook hands and left.

Outside the venue, Zhao Kunpeng smiled at Ning Zhiyuan, who came with him, and said, "Did you stay up all night last night?" Ning Zhiyuan smiled and nodded. Zhao Kunpeng said again, go back early at noon to rest, and I will go to Changning City for a meeting in the afternoon. Ning Zhiyuan hurriedly replied, okay, secretary.

In the afternoon, Ning Zhiyuan came to the office on time, and the secretary approved three reports led by himself for investigation and research, and he had to run to the competent department of the industry. Just as he was about to go out, he saw An Congliang waving to him, so he walked over and said with a smile, Secretary An, please instruct. An Congliang pulled him to sit on the sofa, and said with a smile that the secretary did not leave the script in the morning to make a speech, which fully explained that he approved the draft, but he also had to take care of Comrade Gao Liang's emotions, and this degree should be grasped well. He was stunned, and he really didn't think it through.

An Congliang patted him on the shoulder and went back to the desk. Ning Zhiyuan said goodbye, and kept recalling that sentence in his heart. Consider how to highlight emotions and communicate to No. 1, and how to get along with a deputy director without considering what the director thinks. After thinking about it for a long time, I am still in a dilemma, which is really a headache. Who is responsible for whom, and who am I responsible for, I can only resign myself to fate to see the bright mind-minded pattern. He took out the phone, asked Gao Liang for leave, went out in the afternoon to implement a few things, and invited them to dinner together in the evening. Gao Liang readily agreed, and said, then I'll invite Secretary An.

Sitting around a table in the Yuezhou Hotel in the evening, An Congliang smiled brightly, raised his cup and said, Director Gao said that he would gather in the evening, and I happily agreed, mainly considering three meanings, one is Director Gao's inspection next Monday, the second is to pick up the wind for Deputy Director Zhiyuan, and the third is to condolence the brothers for their hard work last night, come, everyone toast.

Everyone respectfully followed the order from the gap between the bright wines, Ning Zhiyuan held a large glass of liquor and said to Gao Liang, Director, brother, thank you for your recommendation and appreciation, please continue to care and support. Gao Liang patted him on the shoulder happily and said, It's okay, it's good, I don't know how many times I will trouble you in the future. The two laughed and drank a glass of wine.

Returning to his seat, he thought to himself, this Director Gao spoke without leakage, he had done his best, and everything would go naturally. Then, they exchanged glasses with the secretarial staff.

Drunk and home, Xue Yunshi lovingly served him to sleep and brought hot water to scrub him. Yu Yan crawled on the edge of the bed, opened her eyes wide and asked, Mom, is Dad drunk? Yun Shi replied, yes, dad worked hard, right? Yu Yan rubbed his hand with her face and said crisply, Dad works hard, I love Dad. Listening to his daughter's words in a haze, a tear flowed from the corner of his eye.