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Omi City has four distinct seasons, but the four seasons are actually not distinct. Summer and winter are as long as an old woman's foot-bindings in the past, while spring and autumn are as short as a rabbit's tail.

Before the people of Omi City could enjoy the golden harvest days of autumn, an unexpected cold current from Northwest Asia plunged Omi City into a cold winter.

The scene in winter is dull and lifeless. Municipal workers braved the cold current to repair the street trees on both sides that were shivering in the cold wind, and felt waves of chill.

A black Mercedes-Benz sedan was speeding along the highway, with two people sitting in the back seat. One of them was a fat and fair-skinned man in his early fifties, but he did not show any signs of age. There seemed to be no wrinkles on his face.

Everyone in Omi City knows that this person is Qian Huiren, the chairman of the famous "Yisheng Group". As for how much property Qian Huiren has, it is estimated that even he himself is not aware of it. Someone with good intentions once pressed his factory. Calculated with commercial houses, it is estimated to be around 2 billion, and he himself just laughs at this estimate. The exact amount of his net worth is still a mystery, and his fortune is also a mystery.

There are many versions of Qian Huiren's rise to fame in Omi City. The most reliable version is that after graduating from college, he went to the southern city alone and saved the life of a female boss by chance. The female boss gave him 100 yuan. Qian Huiren finally reached an agreement with him under the pleading of the female boss: the one million he borrowed from Qian Huiren would be returned in three years. He took the one million Wan returned to Omi City and worked hard for more than ten years, creating the "Yisheng system" today.

Of course, this is just a rumor, and the specific historical origin cannot be studied, and no one has studied it. In other words, Qian Huiren himself is a legend.

In Omi City, not many people have explored Qian Huiren's past fortune, but more people remember Qian Huiren's willingness to do good deeds. Since his fortune, he has donated more than 10 million to charities alone. At the same time, He has also provided assistance to more than a dozen lonely elderly people living in poverty in Omi City for a long time. His abilities and philanthropic deeds have been respected by many people and recognized by party and government officials. Last year, he was co-opted as Vice Chairman of Omi City CPPCC.

At this moment, he was sitting in the back seat of a black Mercedes-Benz car, with a sad face and restless thoughts. He glanced at Huang Taichen, deputy secretary-general of the Omi City Government, who was sitting next to him, with a look of contempt in his eyes.

Huang Taichen is nearly fifty this year. He is thin and wretched, but his small black eyes are extremely sharp.

Qian Huiren has long realized that there are no friends in the officialdom. Friendships in the officialdom are based on mutual use based on interests. If one party loses its use value for some reason, then even if the two parties meet in the short term, they will still be able to make friends. They will call each other brothers, as usual, but in their bones the balance of value between the two parties has tilted, and one party has changed from looking at him levelly to looking down at him.

At this moment, Huang Taichen was sitting in the back seat, motionless. His face had no color at all, and he was as pale as a zombie. Seeing this, Qian Huiren, who was looking sad, relaxed slightly and smiled knowingly. Zombie? Zombie? , quite vivid, just like a zombie, a greedy zombie.

Qian Huiren has been living on the fringes of official circles for many years. He deeply understands one truth: no matter how popular he is and how big his career is, he must never do anything that is obviously illegal. As for those who wander around the edges of the law, it is a different matter. Therefore, over the years, He is generous with his gifts, but he has never given cash to any official. The method and content of his gifts must be such that the other party can accept them with confidence, except for Huang Da, deputy secretary-general of the Municipal Party Committee in front of him.

Inadvertently, Huang Taichen snorted loudly. Suddenly, a sour smell mixed with the smell of alcohol filled the car and went directly into Qian Huiren's nose. Qian Huiren immediately felt...

There was a physiological reaction, and his stomach spasmed violently, and he felt something coming to his throat. At the critical moment, Qian Huiren gritted his teeth, tightened his mouth, and swallowed saliva desperately, like a pump pumping air for a bicycle, pumping up the air one by one.

I pressed down, barely suppressing the overwhelming feeling of rejection in my stomach, so I didn't vomit it out.

After taking a deep breath, Huang Taichen looked like a high-risk patient coming back to his senses. His face was so pale that there was a hint of rosy. He leaned his head comfortably on the headrest of the car seat, squinted and looked at the roof of the car, looking drunk and hazy.

He said with a condescending expression: "Mr. Qian, do you know what others say about you bosses and the managers under you?"

Qian Huiren coughed lightly, calmed down, frowned and asked, "Secretary-General Huang, what did they say?"

Huang Taichen said: "People say: The boss always has a straight face, the directors are very ignorant, and the manager often makes no sense."

As Huang Taichen opened and closed his mouth, the rancid smell still penetrated Qian Huiren's nose from time to time, and he cursed directly in his heart: The secretary in this paragraph always makes the boss secretly comfortable, you are a bitch, you must have experienced it a lot.

Of course, Qian Huiren naturally heard that there was something in Huang Taichen's words. The land for the Omi City Chemical Plant had not yet been settled. He suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, but he could not help but say with emotion: "Damn, what they said is all

Bullshit, there isn’t much of anything these days, just lots of fucking jokes.”

Huang Taichen's eyes were still looking at the roof of the car, but he pointed his fingers accurately at Qian Huiren's face and said: "Look, look, what is your attitude? The people's eyes are sharp, how can you be talking nonsense? You

This boss is not well-educated enough, at least he is not good at listening to the voices of the masses!"

The rancid air obviously affected Qian Huiren's mood. He responded without any politeness: "Is this considered the voice of the people? I have also heard of such a government joke: If everything is clear and everything is unclear, why should we hold a meeting?

It’s clear when you’re sitting in a meeting; it’s clear who gives gifts and who doesn’t; it’s clear who does a good job or not, it’s clear who should be promoted; it’s clear who you sleep with, and it’s clear what you do when you sleep.”

After Qian Huiren said this, he regretted a little. Although Huang Taichen and him were like a dog-skin mat, he was still a little afraid of offending Huang Taichen and making him unhappy. Since ancient times, merchants have not fought with officials. Unexpectedly, Huang Taichen didn't care at all.

, but laughed loudly and said: "Not bad, not bad, very impressive. There are talents among the people, and the people are wise. To be honest, this is how we have leaders in Omi. Isn't that what the Municipal Party Committee Secretary Lu Dawei is like?"

person!"

When Qian Huiren heard this, the answers to the doubts in his mind seemed to be coming out. There were still taboos in speaking in official circles. Huang Taichen, as the second housekeeper of the municipal government, naturally understood this truth and knew what to say and what not to say. He was cautious in everything and suddenly became so indiscriminate.

Qian Huiren, who is extremely sensitive to touch, sensed clues. He carefully asked tentatively: "I heard some rumors recently. I didn't believe it at first. It's been rumored that our Secretary Lu is about to be killed."

Huang Taichen sneered and said: "That David Lu has turned our Omi into such a mess. He has been petitioning constantly and causing mass incidents. He won't be able to survive for a few days."

Qian Huiren continued to ask: "Then our Omi will have to change its dynasty?"

Huang Taichen said disdainfully: "Changing any dynasty or another generation is just changing the soup without changing the medicine!" After speaking, he lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, slowly spit it out, and then said, "I'm so confused."

After ten years, I finally understand that this person or that person must first be worthy of himself, eat when he should, drink when he should, play when he should, and play when he should, so that he can live his life in this world in vain. Mr. Qian, do you think that’s right?"

Qian Huiren nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, yes, yes." Then he asked casually, "When the municipal party secretary moves, our Omi City is no longer peaceful. I don't know how many people are jumping up and down again."

Huang Taichen said: "This activity is also a blind activity. The position of Municipal Party Committee Secretary has been taken over by a good person."

Qian Huiren asked: "Who is it?"

Huang Taichen blew out a smoke ring and said, "I heard it is from the Provincial State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission. What is it called Zhitang?"

When Qian Huiren heard this, his heart skipped a beat, and he asked with a very charming expression: "Is this news reliable? But there is no rumor at all."

Huang Taichen sneered and said: "This matter is very close. My brother-in-law came from the provincial organization department."

Qian Huiren's eyebrows moved, thinking deeply in his heart. He glanced at Huang Taichen again from the corner of his eye, and felt an incomprehensible feeling. The scale in his mind was being evaluated at high speed.

As he spoke, the car got off the highway and drove up a dirt road. Dust like a yellow dragon rose up from behind its butt. It bumped a few times, turned and turned, and soon stopped in front of a reservoir.

Huang Taichen got out of the car, looked at the deserted reservoir in front of him, and said, "What's going on, Mr. Qian? It's freezing cold here. You take me fishing? I can catch a bird feather!" Huang Taichen was obviously exposed.

An unpleasant look.

Qian Huiren clapped his hands and called the owner of the reservoir. With a hint of amusement on his lips, he said meaningfully: "Fishing in the cold autumn is a very special experience."

Huang Taichen was about to retort verbally, but when he saw the reservoir owner Qian Huiren clapped his hands to summon him, he showed a satisfied smile and happily accepted the fishing gear handed over by the reservoir owner.

Once this person has no hope of promotion in the officialdom, he lacks self-motivation and will be like a calcium-deficient chicken laying eggs, tired! After being tired, the skin will slowly fall off; if the skin becomes skinned again, it will become ruffian.

Huang Taichen also belongs to this type of person.

Of course, this is not absolute. Gao Zhetang is an outlier. On that day, Chen Yian informed him that the deputy governor had missed him. It is true that he had a short period of loss. He felt sad and had some feelings about the gold and silver bimetallic system in the financial system.

It is very similar to the position of official in officialdom.

Position and behavior in the political arena are completely different from the gold and silver coins of the monetary system. Whether it is position and behavior, or gold coins and silver coins, they should be a virtuous standard cycle that goes hand in hand. However, in the long course of history, bad coins have driven out

It has become an indisputable fact that with good money, the official position can be infinitely enlarged.

Gao Zhetang laughed at himself: His way of being an official was actually the opposite of his own.

At that moment, he recalled that when he first entered the officialdom, as long as he thought of his mentor's earnest teachings to him, he couldn't help but feel a surge of heat in his heart, and he suddenly felt energetic and righteous. However, as time passed, the mentor's words became blurred.

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On the eve of his reporting to the agency, his mentor was seriously ill and was recuperating at home. Gao Zhetang took the time to visit his mentor at his home. Before leaving, his mentor said to him: "Zhetang, you are the most proud student I have ever taught since I became a mentor."

Student, you are upright, rigorous, and responsible for your work. Now that you have entered politics, you must always think about the people and be a good official..."

He nodded blankly and said to his instructor: "The student will definitely remember the teacher's words and become a good official who serves the people wholeheartedly."

Thinking back to the beginning, Gao Zhetang couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, and buried his head in the piles of information documents on the table and coffee table.

At this time, the Organization Department of the Provincial Party Committee established a temporary leadership group to conduct a comprehensive inspection of cadres at the deputy department level and above in Jiangdong Province, and Gao Zhetang was on the inspection list.