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In the evening of that day, after Wu Zhengqing saw off Vice Governor Shen, he put down all the dinner parties and returned home early. He sat in the living room drinking tea and reading the newspaper. The natural wind outside blew against his face. Wu Zhengqing's nose trembled as he talked about the old and took in the new. , it seemed that he was calm and moving, but in fact, his heart was turbulent at this moment.

Although Li Jianguo was a thorn in the side of the steel mill's listing issue, always looking for trouble, in terms of his official career, he was just an inconspicuous and unknown deputy director-level cadre. Logically speaking, such a deputy bureau-level official The incident of the cadre falling from the building would not injure a deputy secretary, or in other words, would not affect the steelmaking plant's plan to go public at all.

But what Wu Zhengqing was unaware of was that this humble deputy director of the Municipal State-owned Assets Bureau actually had an unknown relationship with Secretary Li of the Provincial Party Committee. In this way, not only the steelmaking plant, but also Omi City wanted to continue It is difficult to maintain this delicate peace, and this situation is exactly what he least wants to see...

When his wife Ding Lan came home from work, she pushed the door open and saw that her husband had gone home early today, so she jokingly said: "Hey, Secretary Wu, why are you back so early today? I usually don't know where to socialize after work." , I came home with my face red after drinking."

Because Wu Zhengqing was in a depressed mood at the moment and had nowhere to go, he said with a straight face: "You are talking nonsense. If your words are spread, people will really think that I am eating, drinking and having fun outside all day long." , Luxurious enjoyment, what a bad influence it has! Let me tell you, be careful when you speak, say what you should say, and don’t talk nonsense..."

Ding Lan felt a little aggrieved and interrupted before Wu Zhengqing could finish his words: "I never talk about you to others outside. When did I talk nonsense? There are rumors outside these days that Mayor Gao wants to Kill the chicken to scare the monkeys, and establish your authority in Omi..."

Wu Zhengqing didn't want to discuss political issues with his wife. His mind was entirely focused on the working group that the provincial party committee might appoint, so he interrupted: "Don't always follow other people's opinions and say unfounded and irresponsible things." , you have been a party member and cadre for many years after all, so you must stick to your principles and stand firm."

Before Ding Lan had time to talk, their son Wu Xiaowei walked out of his room with his little head drooped and pouted, and said with a pout: "Mom and Dad, you two started bickering as soon as you met, and it made me so noisy that I couldn't even do my homework. If you don’t do it well, I don’t like you arguing.”

Wu Zhengqing reached out and touched Wu Xiaowei's head and asked: "Xiaowei, have you received your monthly exam report card? How are your results?"

Wu Xiaowei is nine years old this year and is now in the third grade of elementary school. Ding Lan usually supervises his homework. As the deputy secretary, Wu Zhengqing rarely has time to ask him about these situations. As a father, Wu Zhengqing feels very guilty.

When it comes to her son's grades, Ding Lan always smiles. She forgets all her unhappiness and proudly answers for her son: "The grades are pretty good, 98 in Chinese, full marks in math and English, and the total score is the highest in the grade." For being among the top three, his head teacher, Mr. Liu, often praised him and said that the children of people with excellent parents would definitely be good. This is scientifically based on genetic inheritance."

"Teacher Liu?" Wu Zhengqing thought for a moment, and the image of a tall and thin middle-aged woman suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Speaking of Teacher Liu, life is really hard. The couple usually seems to be very affectionate. I work in a small field and my husband is the deputy director. They seem to be very prosperous, but who knew that the marriage could be so unhappy. Now..." Ding Lan faintly said

He sighed and said slowly, Wu Zhengqing hugged Wu Xiaowei and listened patiently, weighing it carefully in his heart, thoughtfully...

At this time, in a luxurious box, Executive Vice Mayor Ma Zhanxiang was also thoughtful.

"Old Song, I have always been a little worried. This time I take a gamble. If we win, it will be our blessing; if we lose, we will be doomed."

Song Zhigao handed Ma Zhanxiang a Snowbird Premium cigarette and lit a fire for Ma Zhanxiang. Then he held a Snowbird cigarette sideways, lit it and took a deep puff, saying leisurely: "Brother Xiang, believe me Song Zhigao, we

You won’t lose, you will definitely win.”

"You have a smart mind and a lot of clever ideas. I know this. However, this time the opponent is not the wealthy villains in the shopping mall, but the powerful people on both sides of Omi. Moreover, it involves a wide range of levels. If there is not enough

With the chips, the result can be imagined, an egg touches a rock."

Ma Zhanxiang stood up from the sofa, paced back and forth in the reception room, frowning in deep thought, and finally said in a very solemn tone: "Old Song, I always feel uneasy in my heart..."

Song Zhigao interrupted disapprovingly: "Brother Xiang, you are worrying too much. Since I, Old Song, dare to make this move, I am naturally confident. Just wait and watch the show."

After finishing speaking, he stared at Ma Zhanxiang, and saw that Ma Zhanxiang was still worried, so he added, "If there is a Department of Art of War in any university in China, I, Song Zhigao, must be the first doctoral student to graduate. The so-called knowledge

A close friend can fight a hundred battles without danger! No matter how powerful they are, Wu Zhengqing and Gao Zhetang are just two shoulders and one head, and they are not just ordinary people. They don't have Sun Houhou's dazzling eyes. It would be strange if they don't fall into the trap!"

Ma Zhanxiang saw that Song Zhigao was speaking eloquently and did not sing any more. He sighed deeply, moved lightly, and still came to the window. He raised his eyes and looked into the distance. The thousands of miles of Jiashan Mountains jumped into his eyes, and scenes from the past emerged.

Full of emotion.

That year, when he had just entered his thirties, he and a group of friends went to Nandi Temple to offer incense. When everyone kowtowed to the Bodhisattva, he was the last one. When he kowtowed, the monks in the temple stared attentively. He kowtowed.

After he stood up, the monk asked him to walk a few steps.

At that time, Ma Zhanxiang felt confused and thought that the monk was playing tricks on him, so he did not follow the monk's instructions and remained unmoved. The monk revealed the mystery and said that your back is wide and broad, which is different from ordinary people. It is the back of a dragon.

.If you walk with the posture of a dragon and a tiger's steps, you will definitely return to the sea in the future. From then on, it became popular that Ma Zhanxiang was the "Omi River Dragon".

At this time, Ma Zhanxiang remembered that he was a "dragon" and thought that he could no longer pamper himself and continue to compete in his official career. As long as a person lives in the world, various desires will arise deep in his heart, especially in the officialdom.

If you have a little power in your hands, you will crave more power.

The so-called power comes with power, and the power must be gained. This is also the official way of being an official. In the world of officialdom, there are agencies everywhere, and mysteries at every step. The struggle for power and official position is always present.

It's everywhere, as the saying goes, desires are hard to fill.

This time the Provincial Party Committee decided to take over the Omi team out of order, and the post of acting mayor did not come to him. He comforted himself many times, maybe the time when the dragon returns to the sea is still some distance away, and there are many great people in the world who have had official careers.

, often with twists and turns. Since I am a dragon, one day the dragon will return to the sea.

However, in the face of the current situation, this rare opportunity made Ma Zhanxiang's inner desire surge again. It would be delusional to say that Wu Zhengqing's power would be used to push him to the position of mayor.

, but if the position of acting mayor is vacant, the provincial party committee will probably have to consider the succession plan in accordance with the usual order when it comes to selecting new mayor candidates. By then, Wu Zhengqing's attitude will be particularly important.

Thinking of this, he turned his head and looked at Song Zhigao carefully. After a while, he said resolutely: "Just now, I passed the natural wind blowing through the window for a while, and my mind became a lot clearer. I am not as confused as before.

, after careful consideration, your method is worth a try."

Seeing that Ma Zhanxiang agreed to his plan, Song Zhigao was very excited. He lifted his waistband with his fat hands and said eloquently: "Brother Xiang, you finally figured it out. Since you are a dragon, you have to sit in that position.

"

Ma Zhanxiang didn't speak anymore, turned around and looked into the distance again, his mood seemed to be much better...

In Jiangbei County, Gao Zhetang did not listen to the work report of Jiangbei County's leadership team at night. He turned down all activities and returned to his room alone. Although he could not clearly grasp the dynamics of the city, as the mayor, he still understood

However, the information he obtained gave him an uneasy feeling.

At this time, secretary Wu Hanwei pushed open the door, walked in quickly, and handed the phone to Gao Zhetang.

Gao Zhetang looked at Wu Hanwei.

Wu Hanwei said softly: "Governor Yu."

Gao Zhetang answered the phone and said, "Hello, Governor Yu, this is Gao Zhetang." Then he began to listen carefully and occasionally gave simple answers. Five minutes later, Gao Zhetang ended the call with a gloomy expression.

[Uncle's nagging: I haven't shared "Guan Ying" with you for some time. Here, the uncle sincerely says to all readers: I'm sorry! I came back late! Attached is the uncle's feelings about the loss:

As the saying goes, only when there is a loss can there be a gain, and only when there is a downfall can there be an upswing. For a person, loss does not always mean bad things and misfortune. On the contrary, you can get things from it that you usually can't get.

When a person is surrounded by power and status, being lost will cause him to lose his baggage and shackles, and what he will get is light clothing and liberation.

When a person is sailing smoothly and has a promising future but is a little arrogant, being disappointed will cause him to lose his illusions and arrogance, and what he will gain is calmness and humility.

When a person is complacent in the garland of achievements and honors, he will lose his intoxication and pride, and what he will get is sobriety and inadequacy.

When a person turns around in the maze of gold symbols and is focused on personal wealth, he will lose his selfishness and his odor, but what he will gain is conscience and rationality.

Loss is the punishment for excess.

Loss is returning from the air to the solid earth.】