Rebirth of My Secretary's Life

When Wang Zijun came to Nanya Reservoir, he was greeted by Du Yuegao, deputy secretary-general of the Donghong Municipal Party Committee. Du Yuegao was in his forties, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and gave him a gentle and elegant appearance.

Feel.

After a simple handshake, Du Yuegao led Wang Zijun towards the place where Dou Mingtang was fishing. As he walked, he softly introduced to Wang Zijun: "Minister Wang, this Nanya Reservoir is the oldest reservoir in Donghong City.

One of the reservoirs, in the late 1980s, it was still one of the drinking water sources in our Donghong City. However, with the construction of new reservoirs, it gradually faded out of the scope of drinking water."

Wang Zijun stepped forward with a smile. He felt a little fond of Du Yuegao's introduction. And he also began to observe Du Yuegao. In fact, for cadres of Du Yuegao's level, in general,

He still couldn't catch his eye, but since he became the head of the organization, Wang Zijun found that he liked observing people more and more.

This Du Yuegao speaks clearly and clearly, and although his attitude is respectful, he is neither humble nor arrogant. He seems to be a character. No wonder he can follow Dou Mingtang at such a critical time. And he can follow the leader.

People, maybe at some point, they will soar into the sky and become famous.

"Does Yue Gao also like fishing?" Wang Zijun asked softly after forming a general impression of Du Yue Gao in his mind.

Although Du Yuegao was calm on the surface, facing the organizational minister who was younger than himself, his heart was filled with various emotions. As one of the talents discovered by Dou Mingtang, he became Dong Dong at the age of forty.

In the eyes of some people, the deputy secretary-general of Hong City can be regarded as a dark horse in the political arena, a typical young and promising figure.

There are even rumors that he will be sent out by Dou Mingtang to become the secretary of the municipal party committee of a county-level city in a short time. It is precisely because of this or that rumor that a bunch of people always gather around him.

When Wang Zijun came to Nanjiang, he knew that there was a provincial party committee leader who was younger than him in the province, but he had never had contact with him and was just a talking point. But now, facing Wang Zijun, he felt a little jealous

At the same time, he feels that this is a rare opportunity. Although he mainly relies on Secretary Dou now, if he can get the approval of the Provincial Party Committee Organization Minister, his future career will naturally be broader.

If there is no desire, there is no need, but with desire, Du Yuegao will inevitably feel a little nervous. At this time, when he heard Wang Zijun chatting with him in a pleasant manner, he hurriedly said: "Minister Wang, if you want to say that Secretary Diao Dou is a master, I

I just occasionally accompany the leader to have fun."

Wang Zijun looked at Du Yuegao and smiled, then said nothing more. However, his silence made Du Yuegao regret it. He thought that such an opportunity finally came to him, why didn't he seize it? What if

Wouldn't it be better than anything else to be able to say a few more words to Minister Wang to deepen my impression!

Although he complained secretly in his heart, Du Yuegao also understood that things should not be forced, so he followed Wang Zijun honestly and walked towards the reservoir.

Du Yuegao didn't know that his silence had actually earned him a lot of points with Wang Zijun. In Wang Zijun's opinion, to judge a person, you should not only look at when he is proud, but also when he is frustrated.

Only those who are not arrogant in victory or discouraged in defeat can be regarded as rare talents. They must have the spirit of a scalper and the temper of a tiger. If they encounter an environment that is not conducive to themselves, they will be restless and at a loss. They are really not a responsible person.

He deliberately raised the topic without continuing. In fact, it was just an observation of Du Yuegao. Of course, he would never tell Du Yuegao about this small observation method.

"Secretary Dou, you are really..." Wang Zijun looked at Dou Mingtang sitting under the shade of a tree. Just as he said hello, he saw Dou Mingtang waving towards him and making a silent gesture.

Wang Zijun was stunned when he saw Dou Mingtang grab the fishing rod fiercely. The fishing line hidden in the water formed an arc, and a carp more than a foot long jumped on the lawn not far from Wang Zijun.

Jump around.

"Minister Zijun, you are such a lucky star. I have been fishing for a long time and there is no movement. As soon as you come here, I will have fish biting here!" Dou Mingtang didn't even notice that he was skillfully removing the carp from the hook.

Du Yuegao took it off and said to Wang Zijun with a big smile.

Wang Zijun thought about Dou Mingtang and smiled and said: "Secretary Dou, I don't dare to take credit for this. It must be a coincidence that I happened to see your superb fishing skills."

While the two were talking, a young man in his twenties had already brought over a piece of Wang Zijun's fishing tackle. Dou Mingtang pointed at the fishing gear and said: "Minister Zijun, I liked fishing when I was a child, but I wasn't so fond of fishing at that time.

It takes a lot of care, just a bamboo pole, some thread, and a goose feather, basically it’s enough. You see, although there are more things now and they are more refined than before, it is difficult to find the same fishing mood as before

Here you go."

"Secretary Dou, it's not that you are in a bad mood, but your purpose of fishing has changed. Think about it, you used to fish to satisfy your craving, but now, you do it to enjoy the process of fishing. There is a saying that goes well,

You are here purely for fishing, not for the fish."

Wang Zijun's words made Dou Mingtang's laughter become even more joyful. He stopped laughing and said: "Minister Wang, your words touched my heart. I really didn't expect that my real soulmate would be

Where are you?"

While the two were joking, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties but not fifty came to Wang Zijun. This middle-aged man was not very tall and had a flattering smile on his face.

After Wang Zijun put down his fishing rod, he picked up a handful of something like fish food and threw it into the water.

When Wang Zijun looked at him, he smiled and said: "Minister Wang, there is another important thing about fishing, that is, you must build a nest before fishing. Before you come, I have given you

Let’s do some simple hunting first, now is the time to fish.”

Seeing that the middle-aged man did not look like a staff member of the Donghong Municipal Committee, Wang Zijun had a thought in his mind and said with a smile: "Thank you."

Dou Mingtang frowned a little when he saw the appearance of his old classmate, but he still introduced softly: "Minister Zijun, this is my old classmate Ma Weihong, who was the top fishing expert in our class back then."

Ma Weihong was waiting for Dou Mingtang's introduction. At this time, when he heard Dou Mingtang say that he was the best fishing expert in the class, he rubbed his hands and said modestly: "This is all Secretary Dou's self-importance. The reason why I became the number one at that time

Master, it’s mainly because Secretary Dou is focused on his studies and doesn’t participate in fishing at all.”

Wang Zijun was basically certain that Dou Mingtang was looking for him, which should be related to the classmate named Ma Weihong, but when he didn't understand what Dou Mingtang meant, he was very willing to pretend to be confused.

After shaking hands with Ma Weihong, Wang Zijun said with a smile: "Two masters, my fishing skills are very average. Please give me some advice from these two masters!"

Ma Weihong even said he didn't dare, but Dou Mingtang said with a smile: "Minister Zijun, don't be humble. If you catch more than the two of us later, then there will be no room for our faces."

"

While talking, Du Yuegao had already helped Dou Mingtang pick off the carp and put it on the bait again. Dou Mingtang looked at the carp jumping happily in the bucket and said to Du Yuegao: "Yue Gao, you

Give the fish to Lao Qiu and ask him to prepare a pot of fish soup, but I haven't tasted the fish soup he made for a few days, which is a bit strange."

Du Yuegao agreed and left with the fish in mind. Dou Mingtang threw the fishing line into the water again and said with a smile: "Lao Qiu, the chef at the reservoir, cooks other dishes well, but he only cooks fish."

, but he is a good hand. With only simple ingredients, he can make the most authentic fish soup. Let’s have a taste of it later.”

Wang Zijun responded with a smile and began to pay attention to his fishing rod silently, while Dou Mingtang stopped talking and seemed to be concentrating on watching him pick up the fish floating on the water.

The breeze was blowing and the water was rippling. Although there were many things in his heart to worry about, in the midst of this situation, Wang Zijun unconsciously felt a relaxed and happy feeling. His eyes inadvertently moved towards Dou Mingtang's position.

After a quick glance, I found that Dou Mingtang was also engrossed in it, as if he didn't notice his little move.

Wang Zijun's eyes did not stay on Dou Mingtang. He glanced at Ma Weihong on the other side. And just when he looked at Ma Weihong, Ma Weihong's eyes happened to look at him.

The moment the two people's eyes met, Wang Zijun felt that Ma Weihong looked at him with a hint of awe. After showing a smile, he quickly withdrew his gaze.

When it comes to fishing, Wang Zijun is really not a good player, and there is no way he can compare with Dou Mingtang, who is a master. In just half an hour, Dou Mingtang caught two more fish, and although he also had fish

He tried to pull the hook, but every time he failed.

Under the tireless explanation of the teacher Dou Mingtang, Wang Zijun finally pulled a four or five kilogram grass carp out of the reservoir before sunset. When he put the fish in the bucket, Wang Zijun discovered that Ma Weihong actually

Even happier than myself.

After washing their hands, the three people who had lost all interest walked to a wooden platform. Several cooked fishes were already placed on the table, and in the middle of the table, there was a large bowl.

Fragrant fish soup.

"Minister Zijun, try the fruits of our own labor and see if it tastes different." Dou Mingtang offered his seat to Wang Zijun and said to him with a smile.

Wang Zijun sat down next to Dou Mingtang, picked up his chopsticks and took a few bites, then smiled and said: "Secretary Dou is right, it really has a different taste." (To be continued. If you like this movie,

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