Rebirth of My Secretary's Life

Du Yuegao vaguely remembered that there is a local snack in the north called sticky dumplings. It is made by kneading cornmeal with warm water into a ball, and shaping it into a palm-sized cake. While it is still wet, stick it to the edge of the fish stew pot and cover the pot. , when the fish is stewed at enough heat, the pastry will be cooked. Therefore, this local snack is called stewed fish with pastry and cooked in one pot. It is steamed and fragrant, and the pastry absorbs enough fresh fish, and the fragrance is rich, although it is rough. Juicy, but exceptionally delicious.

Du Yuegao was a little surprised when he saw today's meal. Generally speaking, wine must accompany the food, but at this time, this rule was broken by Dou Mingtang. A pot full of fish soup was served in a ceramic pot. , a bamboo basket of cornmeal cakes, and nothing else.

The stewed fish soup was really tender and plump, and it was actually a kind of enjoyment for several people to drink the fish soup. Du Yuegao secretly admired Dou Mingtang. The dishes are not too many, but the dishes are exquisite. As Wang Zijun, I must have What kind of food have I never seen? This most primitive thing can actually arouse people's appetite.

When several people were sweating profusely from eating, they put down their chopsticks one after another. Before Dou Mingtang put down his bowl, Wang Zijun said with a smile: "Secretary Dou, today's trip is really worthwhile. The meal I had with you, It’s almost the most comfortable meal I’ve had outside since coming to Nanjiang.”

"Hahaha, Minister Zijun, what you said really makes me feel happy. To be honest, brother, I only prepared food for you, and I didn't prepare wine. I don't mean to be disrespectful to you. I just want to put some pressure on your stomach. That’s fake!” Dou Mingtang laughed and continued: “Fishing for a while and eating a comfortable meal are the joys of life. Drinking too much wine is not good.”

In this regard, Wang Zijun and Dou Mingtang had the same feelings, so there was more of a mutual understanding between the two people talking.

The person in charge of the reservoir quickly ran over, cleared away the tableware, and then brought over a few cups of tea. Ma Weihong, who had not had his turn to speak just now, took the tea and said: "The two leaders are right. It is better to eat home-cooked meals. It makes sense to say that you should wear coarse cloth."

The breeze was blowing slowly, and night had begun to fall. After Dou Mingtang chatted a few words, he stopped Du Yuegao who was about to turn on the light and said: "Don't turn on the light. I am very excited today. Minister Zijun accompanied me to fish for a long time. It’s a great thing for me, but for the minister, I’m tired and it’s time to go home and rest. Otherwise, I won’t be able to bear the blame from my brothers and sisters!”

Wang Zijun smiled. He knew that all the things Dou Mingtang had to do today had been completed. It would be a waste of time to continue chatting at this time. He followed Dou Mingtang's words and said: "Secretary Dou's reception today is really great." It makes me relax a lot, I hope you have such an opportunity in the future, don’t forget to call me!”

While the two were chatting and joking, they stood up from the table. Ma Weihong, who had been hiding something in his heart, turned red and flushed. He was really anxious. He originally thought that Dou Mingtang could talk about himself while drinking tea. However, after he listened for a long time, Dou Mingtang didn't mention it at all.

What's going on? Did Mingtang forget about this? He winked at Dou Mingtang urgently, but he didn't expect that Dou Mingtang didn't seem to see it. He couldn't care about it anymore and hurriedly said: " Minister Wang, I..."

Before Ma Weihong could finish speaking, Dou Mingtang interrupted him: "Ouch, old Ma, you are not a fishing master enough, are you? The master leads you in, and practice is personal. You should save your experience for next time.

.It’s getting late today, let Minister Wang rest early!”

Wang Zijun glanced at Ma Weihong, smiled, and left the reservoir with Dou Mingtang without saying anything. Ma Weihong got into Dou Mingtang's car. When Wang Zijun's car moved forward slowly, he couldn't help it anymore.

Ma Weihong said to Dou Mingtang: "Mingtang, what are you doing now?"

Why doesn't God..." "I've already done everything I need to do!" Dou Mingtang waved his hand, glanced at his old classmate, and said softly: "It's up to people to plan things, and it's up to God to make things happen. This time you have

There is no hope, I can only rely on your own destiny, I have tried my best."

What should be done has been done. Dou Mingtang's firm tone made Ma Weihong feel a little more relaxed. However, when he thanked Dou Mingtang, Dou Mingtang shook his head.

If you were Wang Zijun, would you choose your old friend as a recommendation candidate for Donghong Automobile Factory?

Wang Zijun was sitting in the car, thinking about the meeting with Dou Mingtang today. Although Dou Mingtang didn't say anything, Wang Zijun already understood what Dou Mingtang meant. Ma Weihong, deputy factory of Donghong Automobile Factory

Long, plus Zhao Heyue

If Wang Zijun can't guess what Dou Mingtang wants to do, then he really doesn't need to hang out in the officialdom. There are some things that don't need to be explained, just point them out. Generally speaking, people in the officialdom are mature people.

What can’t be seen through?

However, Wang Zijun was a little disappointed with Ma Weihong from the first meeting. Apart from anything else, he was not a competent business leader in terms of his lack of patience. The market situation is ever-changing, and it is necessary to

How could such an unstable person, such a courageous and far-sighted leader, be able to strategize and lead the Donghong Automobile Factory out of its predicament?

Thinking about the prospects of Donghong Automobile Factory, Wang Zijun finally decided to go to Donghong Automobile Factory to take a closer look. Although it is difficult for him to conduct in-depth investigations at his current level, it is better than letting him select talents with his eyes closed.

All right.

Just when Wang Zijun made up his mind, the car had stopped outside the gate of Wang Zijun's house. Wang Zijun nodded to the driver, Xiao Chen, and walked towards his home.

The lamp in the living room illuminated most of the balcony. The little baby who was sent home early sang happily while playing with his new toys. It can be seen that the little guy is very fond of these toys.

like.

Mo Xiaobei's education for his son can be regarded as entertaining. There are too many toys for the little baby. Mo Xiaobei led his son to classify them, such as cars, shooting, building blocks, and puzzles. The little guy was quite happy.

, I personally classified them according to my mother's instructions. I was so tired that I was sweating profusely, but I was still running happily.

Mo Xiaobei sat lazily on the chair, reading a book while paying attention to his son's movements. Mo Xiaobei was a little plumper than before, and his eyes were full of love and affection when he looked at his son.

"Dad, why are you back so late?" Just when Wang Zijun walked into the room, the little baby raised his head from the floor and jumped over to him. He jumped on his two calves and hugged Wang Zijun.

As a greeting to his son, Wang Zijun bent down and picked up his son, smiling and saying: "An uncle invited dad to go fishing, so he came home late."

"Fishing? Are you fishing on a plate? What fun is that? I'm tired of it!" The little baby's impression of fishing is those water basins in the children's playground, and using toy hooks to catch those toys that won't move.

fish.

"Hahaha, son, daddy went to the reservoir to catch real fish. When the next opportunity comes, how about daddy take you to see it?" Wang Zijun was so amused by his son's thoughts that he kissed her hard.

Chubby little face.

After playing with his son for a while, Mo Xiaobei put down his book and came to Wang Zijun's side and said: "Today, Sister Zhang from our research office called and said that she has a relative and wants to report to you tomorrow."

Regarding this Sister Zhang, Wang Zijun had heard from Mo Xiaobei that the couple were both in the research institute, and she and Mo Xiaobei were in the same research laboratory. Although Wang Zijun knew clearly in his heart the purpose of Sister Zhang getting close to Mo Xiaobei.

, but he didn't care, not to mention that Mo Xiaobei himself was extremely smart, even for him, Wang Zijun was full of confidence in his ability to protect his wife and children.

What's more, Mo Xiaobei cannot live in a vacuum. She always has to have her own social circle. As long as everyone in this circle follows the rules, why would Wang Zijun bother himself and worry so much.

Mo Xiaobei has never given any advice on his own work, but this time, why did he make an exception? After Wang Zijun was stunned for a moment, he smiled and asked Mo Xiaobei, "How did you answer her?"

"I told her that the two of us have a policy not to talk about work at home. If something really happens, I will go to the office to see you."

When Mo Xiaobei said this, a faint smile appeared on his face: "But Sister Zhang rarely intercedes with others. Her relatives seem to work in a car factory."

After arriving at the unit in the morning, Wang Zijun briefly handled some daily tasks and then called Yu Jiangwei to the office. He asked Yu Jiangwei to find out where Zhao Heyue was hospitalized, and he wanted to visit.

This matter was not difficult for Yu Jiangwei. He immediately agreed and was about to leave Wang Zijun's office. However, he was stopped by Wang Zijun with a wave of his hand: "I want to visit Factory Director Zhao. Please inform the factory office directly."

!”

Yu Jiangwei was stunned when he heard Wang Zijun's instructions. He had been with Minister Wang for so long and knew that Minister Wang liked to keep a low profile on many things. What happened this time? Why did he become so high-profile when he was visiting a patient?

Woolen cloth?

Yu Jiangwei was a little unsure for a moment, so he asked again: "Minister Wang, should you notify the factory office or the patient's family?"

"Factory office." Although Wang Zijun was looking down at the documents, his voice had an unmistakable meaning.

After Yu Jiangwei left, Wang Zijun raised his head. He was a little disappointed with Yu Jiangwei's reaction. Fortunately, Yu Jiangwei was still young. Some things cannot be achieved by just relying on intelligence. They also need to be tempered in practice.

Only then can one be able to be sophisticated in human feelings and understand things in the world.

He decided to visit Zhao Heyue last night. Although Zhao Heyue is basically unable to take care of himself now, as an old factory director, he should have his own unique insights into the factory. More importantly, he did it in such a big way

In the past, it was more conducive to meet the team leaders of Donghong Automobile Factory.

He believed that after the news of his visit to Zhao Heyue was notified, the leaders of the automobile factory would soon gather together. A simple contact would be much better than sitting in the office and reading materials.

Half an hour later, Wang Zijun got into the car. Yu Jiangwei, who had already bought a visit gift, was sitting quietly in front of the car with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. When his car appeared at the entrance of the Provincial No. 1 Hospital,

Wang Zijun casually glanced at the door of the hospital and saw two urban management and public security police cars parked outside, as if guarding the door of the hospital.

Regarding this phenomenon, Wang Zijun shook his head gently. He understood the thoughts of the people below. That is, he must let his leaders see the most glorious side of his work. Even the most miserable side is full of flowers, so there is no disadvantage in his work.

What about the place?

As soon as the car parked under the special care building of the hospital, the hospital leaders and the person in charge of Donghong Automobile Factory who had been waiting there quickly came over. The person walking at the front was a man with some gray hair who looked to be close to sixty years old.

The thin old man. The moment Wang Zijun got off the car, he enthusiastically stretched out his hands to Wang Zijun and said: "Minister Wang, thank you for coming to visit Chairman Zhao. Your arrival is the greatest support for our Donghong Automobile Factory.

"

Wang Zijun, who had carefully studied the information of Donghong Automobile Factory yesterday, had basically determined the identity of this person the moment he came over: Xiong Yaodong, Secretary of the Party Committee of Donghong Automobile Factory, the veteran of Donghong Automobile Factory

, he has worked at Donghong Automobile Factory longer than Zhao Heyue.

The person who has the least desire for the leader of Donghong Automobile Factory is probably Secretary Xiong. He is almost old enough and will quit the stage of Donghong Automobile Factory after working for another half year. Originally, the Organization Minister had no desire for Donghong Automobile Factory.

Hong Automobile Factory's consideration was to arrange personnel adjustments after he left, but they did not expect that Zhao Heyue fell ill before him! Wang Zijun shook hands with Xiong Yaodong, and then asked in a deep voice: "How is Director Zhao's condition?

La?"

Xiong Yaodong glanced at a doctor in a white coat next to him, and then said: "Basically out of danger, but the situation is not optimistic. Director Zhao can only spend the rest of his life in bed."

As he spoke, Xiong Yaodong shook his head, with a look of sadness on his face. The doctor in a white coat standing behind him hurriedly said: "Minister Wang, our hospital did its best in the process of rescuing Chairman Zhao.

However, we have organized expert consultations and formulated a treatment plan. There is at least a half chance that Chairman Zhao can stand up again.

"

Wang Zijun nodded to the doctor, then stretched out his hand and said: "Comrade Zhao Heyue has made great contributions to the development of our Nanjiang. I hope the hospital will make sure that Comrade Zhao Heyue's condition improves as much as possible at all costs."

The person in charge of the hospital naturally agreed to Wang Zijun's words. If it weren't for Zhao Heyue's illness, there was really nothing they could do. The director wanted to vouch for it in front of Wang Zijun. (To be continued. If you like

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