The original title of this book: "Ultimate Training" 157 Zhong Zheng Ying Dynasty (3)

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After the meeting was adjourned, Fang Dezheng of the personnel department walked out of the conference room, stood next to the window of the balcony in the corridor, took out the telephone, and quickly handled two matters that had been delayed due to emergency meetings with the usual efficiency in recent times.

After retracting the phone, Fang Dezheng propped his hands on the edge of the balcony and looked up at eye level.

The height of the sixth floor of the city hall is not outstanding in Qingcheng, but it can be regarded as a relatively good view.

From here, in the Qing City, tall and short buildings are lined up one after another, vehicles come and go, and pedestrians in a hurry come and go in different directions; The vast Liuliu River, under the illumination of the summer noon sun, reflects a variety of different colors of light from different angles and positions. At this time, in Zhang Dezheng's eyes, it seems to have suddenly turned into a constantly tumbling and galloping ribbon, and under the pull of irresistible forces, it is unswervingly rushing to its destined end along the trajectory that it has consistently adhered to for thousands of years.

Where will our group of people, pulled by the same irresistible forces, go?

Thinking like this, Fang Dezheng's heart suddenly felt a little excited, and at the same time, the light shining in from the balcony seemed to have lost the warm feeling he had just brought when he walked out of the conference room where the temperature of the air conditioner was too low and the order was also chilling.

Gently crossing his hands, Fang De was slowly walking to the elevator position.

When passing by the conference room, with a casual glance, Fang Dezheng saw with a little strange feeling that the meeting had ended for nearly twenty minutes, but inside, there was still a figure that was motionless, as solid and firm as marble.

So, he walked over.

It's Cao Ran.

From that position, from that clothes, from that posture, Zhang De judged like this.

At the same time, he also found that from the beginning of the meeting to the present, in less than an hour, there were almost no cigarette butts in the glass tank in front of Cao Ran.

Just like this, one can imagine what kind of sad expression this nominal top official in Qingcheng had on his face at this time, and what kind of depressed mood he was in his heart.

To be honest, belonging to different factions, as a political enemy for many years, if he could see such a look on Cao Ran's face ----even if it was in a dream---- two months ago, Zhang Dezheng would definitely be out of breath laughing.

However, now as a grasshopper on the same rope, Fang Dezheng could only sigh slightly, and slowly walked to the side of the conference table: "Old Cao, why are you still sitting here?" Thinking about something? ā€

"Huh? …… It's Minister Fang......"

Cao Ran raised his head slowly, and unconsciously, he snuffed out the half-smoked cigarette in his hand, and then lit a new one: "Yes, it's a little bit of a concern." ā€

"Alas......" Fang Dezheng didn't ask him what was on his mind, but dragged out a chair and sat down, lit a cigarette, and said directly: "Lao Cao, if this kind of investigation continues, there are many familiar faces in our unit, and I am afraid that they will never be seen again in the future." ā€

Quite a few familiar faces......

Cao Ran almost wanted to sneer, but the expression on his face that finally showed was a bit of irrepressible bitterness.

"Yes, quite a few......" he sighed.

Quite a fart! Not a lot, that's all!

It took more than a month to conduct such a detailed and thorough investigation and analysis of more than 200 people who were accused, but no substantive clues were obtained.

In the face of such a result, Cao Ran has reason to suspect that with the strict precautions of the "713 organization" and the in-depth lurking, next, the three middle-aged men will not make much of a breakthrough in the investigation and analysis of several key departments, and even the entire Qingcheng public servants.

Cao Ran felt that such a simple truth could even be easily figured out by himself in a few minutes, so it was impossible for the superiors who had concentrated countless talents and material resources to analyze it together not be able to make such a clear conclusion.

Thinking of this, combined with the instructions conveyed by the middle-aged man, the true intentions of the superiors immediately came out:

The investigation and analysis of all public servants in Qingcheng is not a smokescreen. Superiors, indeed, still have the idea of finding clues related to the "713 organization" from these public servants.

In addition, the use of the procuratorate to directly investigate the evidence of violations of discipline and law by all public servants in Qingcheng will not only make it easier to examine and interrogate these targets, but also the idea of removing these poor worms, who are less than 1% likely to be members of the "713 organization", from the civil service.

It can be inferred from this that even if there are still some civil servants in Qingcheng who are not stained by the mud, and no matter how much investigation can find evidence of their violation of discipline and law, then they will definitely be promoted, transferred, etc., and soon leave the place where the "713 organization" appeared.

Thinking of these depressing thoughts in his heart, Cao Ran naturally didn't have the heart to distinguish what words were in Fang Dezheng's mouth, he just followed Fang Dezheng's rhythm of succession and harmony, nodded slowly, and was a little perfunctory.

After a long time, Cao Ran raised a hand, stopped Fang Dezheng's words, and suddenly asked, "Minister Fang, the plan for the next batch of civil servants recruitment hasn't started yet, right?" ā€

"Civil service recruitment? ......" Fang Dezheng, who was suddenly interrupted, hesitated for a few seconds before keeping up with the question that suddenly popped up," ...... In terms of civil service recruitment, it is true that it has not started yet, what's wrong? ā€

"You can start preparing, this batch, I'm afraid it will be very hard."

"Why?" Fang Dezheng was a little baffled.

"Because of ......" only said two words, Cao Ran suddenly stopped, and was silent for a long time under Fang Dezheng's puzzled gaze. His mouth opened and closed, but he didn't make a sound, and finally changed his tone again, and said, "Forget it, it's not because, I was wrong just now." ā€

Yes, I was wrong.

However, I am wrong not to start preparing for the next batch of obviously complex civil service recruitment plans now; I think it's the people of us who are wrong.

The entire Qingcheng, all civil servants, will be transferred out of work in various ways to weaken the soil for the existence of the "713 organization" to the greatest extent.

So, what reason is there to think that our group of people, our group of unlucky worms who should bear the greatest responsibility for the "713 incident", will remain in their original positions in Qingcheng unscathed, continue to enjoy such and such preferential treatment, and once again preside over such an important and sensitive major personnel change?

……

Most of what happened next was just as Cao Ran expected.

On the eve of the operation, countless clues and confessions had been obtained from the 253 indicated.

As soon as the operation began, in the course of a powerful and well-planned crackdown, a considerable number of comrades who were public servants were immediately dismissed because of the various problems they had committed in the recent or previous years against the law.

Subsequently, from these comrades who enjoyed the "ideological work" at the national level, the three middle-aged men who presided over the action got more clues and confessions stained with saliva and blood.

Almost every hour, police cars whizz through the streets; In almost every department, there are a few people who are downcast, handcuffed, with their heads down, their heads down, trembling all over, and they are pressed into the back seat of the police car.

In addition, with such intensity and scope, many public servants who are worried about the state's judicial costs, in order not to waste the precious resources of the procuratorate's vehicles, have taken the initiative and actively walked into the discipline inspection commission themselves, and under the guidance of the great ideology, they have explained the small mistakes they have made in the past.

The effect of this operation is remarkable, but the impact is not far-reaching.

For some reason, the news media of all sizes in Qingcheng vaguely received instructions to "keep a low profile and discourage reporting" when the operation was in full swing.

As a result, when the whole Qingcheng was bustling with activity, everyone was talking to each other, and all the streets, teahouses, buses, dinner tables, parks, and offices, the most popular and popular topics were: "How much did you catch today", "That person finally got retribution", "I already knew that he was not a good thing", "Whoever will be unlucky tomorrow at most", and so on, news reporters and manuscript editors scratched their heads and ears every day, and every day was anxious.

Yes, they have a lot of troubles.

This is not difficult to understand.

On the premise of receiving clear instructions, reporters and editors must work hard with their eyes wide open and work hard to review; Only by using your brains and checking carefully can you avoid any news related to the crackdown in the media.

But even so, during this period of time, almost all the media still can't avoid such and such accidents.

For example, in the morning, just after the news was posted that "XX visited the factory today and shook hands cordially with many workers," in the afternoon there was a visit to the procuratorate today, and many procurators shook hands with him cordially.

Another example: Today just posted "Tomorrow at 9 o'clock, XX will hold a meeting with citizens in the square, welcome all citizens and friends, and participate at that time", but on the second day, many citizens and friends waited until 12 o'clock at noon to receive the news that "XX XX" was holding a meeting with interrogators in the procuratorate.

At the same time, under the neglect of hundreds of secrets, there are also some network media that are not very experienced, and even directly published "near the procuratorate, the pennant is out of stock", "today, the price bureau launched a special rectification action on the phenomenon of stationery stores near the Commission for Discipline Inspection raising the price of paper products without authorization" and other reverie reports.

And so on and so forth.

In short, in any case, in the midst of the bustle and the silence, the 1A7489 safety and discipline plan, like any previous plan, was completely according to the plan and successfully executed.

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