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On the third day after Gao Zhitang returned to Jiangdong Province from his overseas stay, Zhang Jindong, deputy director of the Organization Department, formally spoke to Gao Zhitang on behalf of the Provincial Party Committee.

At three o'clock in the afternoon during the conversation, Gao Zhetang knocked on the door of Vice Minister Zhang Jindong's office and said, "Minister Zhang, this is Gao Zhetang."

"Director Gao, here we are, please take a seat." Zhang Jindong hurriedly put down the documents in his hand to be read, raised his head, and saw that the person coming was Gao Zhetang. He quickly stood up from his seat and walked forward, extending his right hand and shaking it warmly towards Gao Zhetang. Then

, Zhang Jindong enthusiastically moved Gao Zhetang to the leather sofa on the left side of the office, and poured a glass of water for Gao Zhetang himself.

The two sat down and talked about trivial matters, and then Zhang Jindong said some words of affirmation and encouragement for Gao Zhetang's work, which led to the provincial party committee's decision on Gao Zhetang's proposed appointment.

"Zhitang, this time I decided to let you go to Omi City to support the work of the municipal government. This is because the organization has trust in you. The provincial party committee also has high hopes for you. I hope that after you arrive in Omi, you will be energetic, take good direction, and do your best.

A qualified urban designer must never let down the trust placed in you by the organization."

This kind of conversation was nothing more than a formality, a formality, and all the cliches were told. Gao Zhetang didn't pay too much attention to it, but he couldn't be too rude: "Don't worry, Minister Zhang, I will definitely live up to the trust the organization has placed in me.

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After the routine conversation, Gao Zhetang was not ready to leave immediately. Minister Zhang Jindong chatted about work again, and Gao Zhetang did not leave until five o'clock.

The conversation had just ended, and the official document had not yet been issued, so there might still be changes, but despite this, the wind was blowing that Gao Zhitang was about to take office as the mayor of Omi City.

Before Gao Zhetang walked out of the No. 2 Provincial Party Committee Building, the cell phone in his pocket rang. The caller was Gong Xiangqian, the general manager of Omi City Investment Company.

Although Omi City Investment Company is also part of the state-owned assets and is an investment company under the provincial government, the specific work is entrusted to the municipal government, so Gao Zhetang rarely interacts with them on weekdays, so he only has an impression of Gong Xiangqian and thinks about it.

After a while, the call was answered.

On the phone, Gong Xiangqian said flatteringly: "Mayor Gao, I want to congratulate you in advance."

Gao Zhetang was slightly startled, but he quickly realized it and couldn't help but be stunned. The news leaked out so quickly? He also immediately understood Gong Xiangqian's intention. Gong Xiangqian now changed his name to Gao Zhetang as Mayor Gao, obviously trying to curry favor with him.

, it was not easy to blame him at this time, nor did he correct his title. Instead, he said calmly and calmly: "Mr. Gong, do you have a problem with me?"

Gong Xiangqian said: "There's nothing wrong. Director Zhang and I are here to do business in the province today. I would like to invite you to come out and sit down tonight. Do you have any plans for the evening?"

Gao Zhetang frowned. He knew that the director Zhang Gong Xiangqian was talking about was Zhang Zhendong, the director of the Omi City State-owned Assets Administration Bureau. He was secretly angry, but he couldn't get out of it. The only thing he could do now was to refuse, so he said: "

Mr. Gong, I’m sorry, it’s really unfortunate that we have plans for the evening.”

After hanging up the phone, Gao Zhetang smiled bitterly at the phone. He had no way of knowing who had dispelled the wind that he was about to become the mayor of Omi City, but he knew very well that there is no airtight wall in the world today, including the wall of officialdom.

Especially the ventilation.

The walls in the officialdom have always been against the windows, and the organization clearly has confidentiality regulations. However, people in the officialdom have extremely sensitive senses. If anyone in the officialdom pushes open the window, the wind will whine through the wall.

, even if something is kept secret, only those who know it will do so.

Looking at this situation, I am afraid that the rumors about his upcoming appointment as mayor of Omi City have blown up dust in the past two days, causing a commotion in the official circles of Omi City.

Sure enough, after hanging up the phone, the calls in Gao Zhetang's hands continued to rise and fall endlessly. Most of these calls were from cadres of the Omi City Government Bureau Committee, large and small. These people spoke in the same voice as if they were in a meeting, saying the same thing.

Visiting oneself, and even partly reporting on work.

Gao Zhetang was tired of this, but he was also a cadre who had climbed up step by step from below. He knew very well that this had become a trend. He could understand them by comparing themselves to others and thinking from their perspective. In the officialdom, which is an intense and almost tragic circle,

If you want to stand out and occupy a favorable position, you must find a strong backer.

Omi City's major shake-up in the officialdom has made people panic, and it is natural for them to do so. With the current situation, no one knows to what extent this officialdom earthquake will affect it.

Nowadays, everyone laughs and secretly spreads this sentence: If the leader says you can't do it, you can do it, and if the leader says you can do it, you can do it if you don't. This era of the fragrance of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley has long passed. In comparison, they believe more:

There is good shade under the big tree.

Gao Zhetang sneered at this, but he understood the truth. Furthermore, he was about to go to Omi City to take charge of government work. A smooth transition would not be possible without the work support of these subordinates, so he was still cautious and dealt with these people in every possible way.

His attitude is very ambiguous, very detached, and he has a good sense of proportion.

The storm coming out of the officialdom this time did not stop until the phone in Gao Zhetang's hand ran out of power. However, Gao Zhetang clearly realized that the storm had just begun and it was estimated that it would not stop for a while.

After leaving the Provincial Party Committee compound, Gao Zhetang did not return to the office. This was a sensitive period for him. He stayed in the office and could think clearly with his toes. In addition to the people in Omi City, he also had to deal with people from the province.

Colleagues.

The officialdom is a very interesting circle. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, it has divided many magnetic fields of power. The centers of these magnetic fields are constantly emitting adsorption forces to the surroundings. When one of the factors changes slightly, these magnetic fields

The force pulls him inadvertently.

Gao Zhetang was quite touched by this. When people come to chat with you, you can neither be in high spirits or appear complacent, nor have a sad face that makes people think you are pretentious. Moreover, if you talk too much, you will make mistakes and become the target of public criticism. Gao Zhetang sighed softly and scratched a difficult word for no reason.

, there are thousands of feelings in my heart.

Just when Gao Zhetang had nowhere to go, a song played by an unknown band came from the radio in the car: "...Slow down time, don't let you grow old again, I am willing to use my

Everything, in exchange for your longevity, I want to rape your father, what can I do for you..."

This melody softly flowed out of the car stereo, stimulating Gao Zhetang's mood. He gently turned down the sound, and counted the days. It had been a while since he went home to see the old man.

Gao Zhetang has always had a regret in his heart, that is, he spent too little time with his family. Not only during the more than three years when he was transferred to the province, but also in the previous thirty years, he spent more time away from his parents and less time together.

When I was a teenager, I went out to study and only met briefly for a few days during the Spring Festival, but more often it was all kinds of gatherings with friends. When I started working, I worked as a secretary to the chief executive and had almost no holidays. Later, my position changed and I didn’t have enough time.

Yes, even when I was working in Nanhai City, I didn’t go home even once a month, let alone when I returned to the province later. When I thought about this, my heart felt sour: Nanhai and Omi are separated from each other in the north and south!

Gao Zhetang drove alone out of the provincial party committee compound and drove towards Jianghai Avenue towards Nanhai City. When he returned to his hometown in Fenghuang County, it was already eight o'clock in the evening, and the car stopped in an old but clean farmhouse.

Stopping and looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar environment, Gao Zhetang felt a sore nose.

Gao Zhetang's father was a people's teacher in the early days after the founding of the People's Republic of China. In the 1980s, he worked as a history teacher in a middle school in the provincial capital.

After retiring a few years ago, because he couldn't get used to the urban life he had lived in for more than ten years, he and his mother returned to their home in Fenghuang County, Nanhai City. They planted some fruits and vegetables in an open space in their yard and raised some chickens.

The chickens, ducks, and ducks seemed to be living a happy pastoral life, and their lives seemed to be harmonious. Only when they missed their children and grandchildren occasionally did their faces show a hint of loss.

My father has gone through many vicissitudes in his life and has been depressed for half his life. What makes him proud in this life are his two children, Gao Zhetang and his brother Gao Zheyang. Although Father Gao has suffered a lot from intellectuals in his life, he knows the importance of knowledge.

No matter how difficult life is, I still support my children's education and have always sent my two children to college.

However, the two children are also very good and are very good. Gao Zhetang's brother Gao Zheyang is even more outstanding. After graduating from college, he came to the United States and now lives in the United States. He works in an investment company on Wall Street and has a good salary.

I rarely return to my country, and I only occasionally make overseas phone calls home.

Farmers are relatively simple people, and the front door of their home will not be closed until night. Gao Zhetang got out of the car, looked around, and then strode into his home.

At this time, Gao's mother was on the phone with Gao Zheyang on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, with a happy smile on her face. Gao's father was beside her, wearing reading glasses and holding a newspaper in his hand, listening carefully with his ears perked up.

"Dad, Mom..."

Gao Mu heard the sound, raised her head, her overflowing smile was frozen in the air, and her eyes were obviously filled with surprise. It took her a while to react, and it took a while to come back to her senses. She hurriedly answered the phone with reluctance.

The other end chattered a few words before reluctantly hanging up.

"Zhe Tang, you're back." Father Gao said calmly, still calm, but his face was overflowing with joy.

"Well, I'm back." Gao Zhetang sat down on the shabby wooden sofa, a chill came from under his buttocks. The coffee table was still the same as before, but with a simple set of cups. There were also some small, crooked characters engraved on the coffee table:

study hard, improve every day.

He casually asked: "Mom, where is the sofa that Xiao Han brought last time?" Gao Zhetang clearly remembered that he ordered a leather sofa in the province last time and asked his secretary Han Shouzheng to put it home.

Gao Mu said, "In the attic." After saying that, she seemed to notice something inappropriate, so she added, "Old man, I'm not used to that sofa."

Gao's father glanced at Gao's mother, with a reproachful look on his face. All these small details were caught in Gao Zhetang's eyes. He quickly glanced at the furnishings at home. The furnishings at home were not much different from those thirty years ago. The furniture around him

Traces of him and his brother could be seen everywhere, and his nose felt sore again.

Gao's mother said: "Xiaotang, haven't you eaten yet? I'll go and make some arrangements while you two chatter first."

"Mom, I'm not hungry, so don't be busy." Gao Zhetang had just finished speaking, but his stomach was rumbling, and he remembered that he just ate some porridge at noon.

Gao Mu smiled and said, "You kid, you're still the same. Come on, you talk to your dad for a while first." After that, she walked to the kitchen.

After Gao's mother disappeared into the hall, Gao's father thought for a moment and then slowly asked: "Zhetang, did something happen?"