Rebirth of My Secretary's Life

"Secretary Wang, after our active communication, seven well-known domestic investment companies have reached investment intentions with us. In addition, Xuanlv Group has an investment intention of 500 million, and now an additional 100 million has been added, but their conditions have also been increased.

Some hope to get the priority use rights of one hundred acres of land around the stadium..."

Reporting to Wang Zijun every day is already a must for Li Baiyu. This is both an opportunity and a pressure for Li Baiyu. After all, appearing in front of Secretary Wang every day is a springboard for a closer relationship with Wang Zijun.

, but the daily progress made him very uncomfortable.

Although Wang Zijun never forced him, even if there was no substantial progress in any section, Wang Zijun would not criticize him. On the contrary, he would encourage him, which made him feel a lot of pressure.

Wang Zijun looked at the reports and various cooperation methods handed over by Li Baiyu, and had to sigh. Although the various cooperation methods and this financing platform were promoted by him, he had to admit that there are specialties in the art industry.

It’s true, I have a dream, but to really implement it, I have to catch it with Li Baiyu.

"When you negotiate the terms, you must adhere to a principle that allows merchants to make money and make money without harming our own interests. Only in this way can they truly feel at ease."

"As for Xuanlu Group's request, just let them negotiate with the Chengmi City Government."

Li Baiyu breathed a sigh of relief. The Chengmi Municipal Government basically recognized this cooperation method. In other words, he had basically been able to get the 600 million investment.

Now the development of the platform is in full swing, but no funds have been officially received. Secretary Wang must be under a lot of pressure.

"Dudududu"

Just when Li Baiyu was about to report some ideas to Wang Zijun, the phone on Wang Zijun's desk rang. Wang Zijun glanced at the caller ID, picked up the phone and said, "Hello. I'm Wang Zijun.

"

"Hello, Secretary Wang, I am Lei Hejun from Tonglu City. I want to report some work to you. I wonder when you will be free?" Lei Hejun's voice was full of respect.

The purpose of Lei Hejun's call at this time was very clear to Wang Zijun. He smiled and said: "Secretary Lei, I have a full schedule these two days. Let's do it this way. Next week I will investigate the construction status of sports venues in various cities.

, Tonglu City is a must-visit place, how about we talk about it then?"

"Oh, Secretary Wang, on behalf of the six million cadres and masses of Tonglu City, I warmly welcome you." The joy in Lei Hejun's voice became more and more.

After hanging up the phone from Lei Hejun, Wang Zijun shook his head gently. Lei Hejun called him several times, and he understood his intention, which was to express his gratitude to him.

This speech at Lei Hejun's appointment not only gained him some qualifications, but also made many people look at him with admiration. Apparently more people came to Wang Zijun's office.

There are tens of thousands of officials, large and small, in Midong Province. Almost everyone has a dream in his heart. Hug a big tree and sublimate his position. If the trajectory of these officials can be mapped on a coordinate

As marked in the picture, this picture is really spectacular. Considering the political ecology of the officialdom where there are too many monks and too few people, it seems that hugging Wang Zijun will increase his chances of winning.

Lei Hejun is one of them. He has recognized the situation clearly and is actively moving closer to Wang Zijun. It can even be considered that he is secretly flirting with Wang Zijun. Also, the control of power in Midong Province is loosening, and Wang Zijun's prestige is quietly growing.

In other words, Lei Hejun has completed his first queue. Wang Zijun is not opposed to having more contact with Lei Hejun. After all, he also needs support from below. But Wang Zijun does not want this kind of private contact to be too

Obviously. After all, there are some things that he has to avoid suspicion.

"Bai Yu, let's stop here today. If there's anything else, we can talk about it later." Wang Zijun looked at Li Baiyu who was sitting upright in front of him and said with a smile.

Li Baiyu agreed and left Wang Zijun's office. For him, although he was a little reluctant to leave, he felt relieved.

After most of the affairs were sorted out, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon. Since Wang Zijun came to Midong, both Cen Weggang and Tang Zhenhui like to call him when receiving guests. They are both older.

I don't like drinking that much, so the young deputy Wang Zijun is more suitable to fill this role.

After all, Wang Zijun's position is here, even if he faces the heavyweight leaders of the ministries and commissions, he will not feel that he can't take action. He has just left work, and has not received calls from Cen Wengang and Tang Zhenhui. This makes

Wang Zijun breathed a huge sigh of relief.

As far as he is concerned, he is not very willing to eat out. But it is not easy for him to refuse the ideas of these two people. After all, the positions and ages of these two people are there, and allowing him to attend the reception also respects him.

A kind of performance.

Just when he was thinking about whether he should cook some food or something when he went home today, his mobile phone on the table suddenly rang. Wang Zijun picked up the mobile phone and took a look and found that the person calling him was a strange person.

Number.

"Hello, hello." After hesitating for a moment, Wang Zijun chose to answer the phone.

"Hahaha, hello, Secretary Wang, I'm Zhong Fuchen. I'm calling you now, so I won't disturb you." As soon as the call was connected, a smiling voice came from the other end of the phone.

sound.

Zhong Fuchen? Wang Zijunzi was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered the owner of this name. He had only heard of this person, but he was more familiar with this person's father.

When he was about to leave Beijing, he also met this man's father, and Ruan Zhenyue was beside him at the time. Wang Zijun originally thought that he had no chance to deal with this man. After all, he was not from the same path, but he did not expect him to call at this time.

. After hesitating for a moment, Wang Zijun said with a smile: "Hello Fu Chen, if you have anything to say, please speak to me. Please be polite and leave!"

"Hahaha, I knew Secretary Wang was a hospitable person." Zhong Fuchen laughed.

After a few polite words to each other, Zhong Fuchen said with a smile: "Secretary Wang, I came to Chengmi today. I want to treat your brother to a meal. I wonder if you can reward me for this?"

As the saying goes, there is no such thing as a good banquet. It is not a pleasant thing to invite people you don't know to have dinner suddenly. Wang Zijun can find many reasons to refuse, but he knows that this kind of thing can't be avoided by the first year of junior high school.

Fifteen, instead of avoiding, it is better to look at Zhong Fuchen's intentions.

"When I came to Chengmi City, I have to fulfill my friendship as a landlord." Wang Zijun said this, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Let's meet at the Shengshi Hotel at seven o'clock tonight."

Zhong Fuchen was a little surprised that Wang Zijun turned his back on guests. When he wanted to stick to his opinion, Wang Zijun had already said in a deep voice: "Fu Chen, I'm busy. I'll see you at the Shengshi Hotel in a while."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Zijun had a lot of questions in his heart, but he couldn't get the answers quickly. Although it was not the first time that he and Zhong Fuchen met, they were just acquaintances when they were in Beijing. Now, how could he come to the door?

Where is it?

"Secretary Wang, Secretary-General Qi Bao just called and said that there are some things that need to be reported to you. Do you have time?" Zhao Xiaobai came to Wang Zijun's side gently and said softly to Wang Zijun.

Wang Zijun waved his hand and said, "Let Secretary-General Qi Bao come to my place tomorrow. By the way, do you have any plans for today?"

"No." Zhao Xiaobai didn't understand what Wang Zijun meant and thought he was just asking a routine question, so he answered dryly.

For a moment, Wang Zijun really felt that Zhao Xiaobai was a bit stupid. How could such a person become his right-hand man, or a right-hand brother? But now he could only smile and say: "Xiaobai, give Shengshi Hotel a call.

Arrange a room, I have friends coming over."

"Secretary Wang, would you like to arrange a large room?" Wang Zijun rarely arranges such things, so Zhao Xiaobai asked very carefully, fearing that he might misunderstand Wang Zijun's meaning.

“It’s just two people, you don’t need too many dishes, just enough food.”

As the breath of spring became stronger and stronger, the dark time became later and later. When Wang Zijun came to Shengshi Hotel, the always bright lights of Shengshi Hotel had not been lit yet.

The person in charge of Shengshi Hotel, who had been notified long ago, was waiting outside before Wang Zijun got off the car. When he saw Wang Zijun's car approaching, he quickly came up to him, opened the car door, and said softly: "Secretary Wang, everything has been arranged.

La."

Wang Zijun said nothing and went straight to the room. When he entered the arranged room, the time had already pointed to seven o'clock.

Five minutes later, Zhong Fuchen arrived. When he saw Wang Zijun, the smile on his face became a little brighter and he said: "Secretary Zijun, although I have admired you for a long time, but speaking of it, this is really the first time that I have sat down with you.

Let’s have a drink together! You have so many things to do every day, it’s really not easy for you to find time to meet me today!”

Zhong Fuchen is in his thirties, and he looks elegant. His hair is meticulously combed, and his black suit makes him look more upright despite his thin appearance.

Wang Zijun said with a smile: "Next time you come to Beijing, you can invite me."

While the two were talking, they sat down and chatted about some gossip in Beijing. The atmosphere seemed harmonious. The dishes in the hotel were served at a very slow pace. Only four dishes were served in a short time. Although it was according to Wang Zijun's order,

It was served as requested, but the four dishes were obviously carefully prepared.

When you meet a close friend, you will naturally drink quickly. In the atmosphere deliberately created by the two of them, half the bottle of wine was drank in a while. After Zhong Fuchen filled his wine glass, he smiled and said to Wang Zijun: "

Secretary Zijun, I need your help with something!"

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