Rebirth of My Secretary's Life

Unable to get a word in with these people, Wang Zijun observed the aroused people. Most of his attention was on Qin Tianggang. Although Qin Tianggang was also a person who stomped his feet in Midong, which was enough to cause an earthquake in Midong.

But in front of these people, he is still a junior. Under normal circumstances, Qin Tiangang basically doesn't speak.

"Zijun, these are your elders, come and meet them." Just as Zijun was thinking about the old man's plan, Mr. Mo greeted him loudly.

Having been married to Mo Xiaobei for so many years, formal introductions like today are rare. Seeing Mr. Mo being so serious, Wang Zijun was stunned for a moment, and then walked over quickly.

These people who are called elders by the old man are not too unfamiliar to Wang Zijun. After all, Wang Zijun has always been a dazzling political star in the process of advancing in his official career. No matter where he goes, he can be called a man to be reckoned with.

A dark horse to be envied.

"Old chief, Zijun is very good. When I went to visit and study in Nanjiang this year, Lao Mu there praised Zijun very much, saying that Zijun had done a lot of practical things in Nanjiang. Especially when the virus hit

His contribution was even more outstanding! According to Lao Mu, he very much hopes that Zijun can reach a higher level in Nanjiang." The gray-haired old man sitting on the left side of Mr. Mo smiled and said to Mr. Mo.

As soon as he spoke, the person on the right also spoke: "Yes, Zijun is too young. Otherwise, it would not be a big deal to directly become the top leader based on his merits."

If it were in the past, if someone praised Wang Zijun like this, Mr. Mo would definitely stop him, but this time, instead of stopping him, he said with a smile: "Your compliments are a bit excessive, but Zijun is really a good kid.

He is still young, from now on, you elders will have to take care of him."

The lunch meal was still game from the mountains. A pot of soup was stewed with dried pheasants bought from the mountain people’s homes, and a wild boar leg stored by the landlord was added to the banquet in the yard.

The wine was brought. Although it was not packaged, the wine tasted particularly rich and mellow. Mr. Mo, who had not drank for many days, uncharacteristically poured himself a glass of wine.

"Come, let's have a drink together." The old man raised his glass and was the first to stand up.

Mo Xiaobei stood beside the old man, and Wang Zijun glanced at each other quickly, but still held back the words that came to his lips. The health doctor standing far away hesitated for a moment, and still stood still.

The old man only drank one glass of wine, but as his grandson-in-law, Wang Zijun had to drink with him. Although the youngest Qin Tianggang was also fifty years old, Wang Zijun still had to admit that he was still too drunk.

He only vaguely remembered that the old man seemed to be talking to someone about the future, and so he fell drunk. When he woke up from his sleep, he saw the light like beans, and Mo Xiaobei was lying on the bed.

Crying softly at the table!

After walking around the place where Mr. Mo left his footprints for ten days, Wang Zijun finally boarded the plane back to Chengmi City after the old man returned to Beijing. When he just walked out of the VIP aisle, Wang Zijun said

He saw Zhang Qibao, Zhao Xiaobai and others greeting him outside.

"Secretary Wang, Lao Zhao from the airport originally told me that the plane might be delayed. Unexpectedly, it arrived on time. It seems that it is different with you sitting on the plane!" Zhang Qibao arrived quickly.

Next to Wang Zijun, he complimented Wang Zijun skillfully.

Zhang Qibao had such a mouth, what could he say? Wang Zijun chuckled, handed his luggage to Zhao Xiaobai, who was picking up his things, and then strolled forward.

The car had stopped outside the VIP exit. When Wang Zijun got on the car, Zhang Qibao began to report on the work of the past few days. After reporting some of the final work that required Wang Zijun's signature, Zhang Qibao lowered his voice and said: "Secretary Wang

At the governor's office meeting two days ago, Governor Tang once again proposed to continue to promote the Chengjin-Jinjiang integration strategy, and asked the transportation department to supervise the transportation department to make preliminary plans for Chengjin Avenue, the main project of Chengjin-Jinjiang integration."

Wang Zijun nodded, and his thoughts turned to the integration of Chengmi and Jinxia. The so-called integration of Chengmi and Jinxia is to connect Chengmi City and Jinxia City so that the advantages of the two cities can complement each other, so that the two cities can

Become the main center of the province's economic development.

The idea of ​​Chengjin integration was mentioned by Tang Zhenhui after he came to the province. However, as Lingling City’s status in the province has become more important, not many Chengjin integration projects have been mentioned.

Now that Tang Zhenhui has brought this project up again, it is a way of expressing his stance. Back then, he had failed in this project, so he brought it up again to express his determination to everyone in Midong.

Tang Zhenhui's approach seemed reckless, but in fact, he used this method to force himself to express his position. If he wanted to benefit from both sides between Tang and Cen, it would probably not be easy.

However, Wang Zijun also expected this situation. Cen Weggang would never make things difficult for him before his election. Such words would not be of any benefit to him. Tang Zhenhui's support would ensure that he would not be embarrassed in the future.

Important support from Cen Wegang's involvement.

Just as his mind was racing with thoughts, the phone in Zhao Xiaobai's hand suddenly rang. Zhao Xiaobai glanced at the caller ID and said to Wang Zijun in a deep voice: "Secretary Wang, this is the phone number of Governor Tang's office."

Wang Zijun took the phone from Zhao Xiaobai's hand. As soon as he connected it, he heard Tang Zhenhui's voice coming from inside: "Is this Secretary Zijun?"

"Hello, Governor Tang, I am Wang Zijun." After adjusting his mentality, Wang Zijun responded to Tang Zhenhui in a deep voice.

Tang Zhenhui's voice was calm and steady, and he said with a smile: "I heard that you accompanied the old leader to revisit the place where he struggled back then. That's great! The old leader went through hard work back then, and walking through it again can not only play a role

Exercise can also help you relax. Why do you come to work so soon? I think you should spend more time with your old boss!"

Listening to Tang Zhenhui's talk about intimacy, Wang Zijun also thanked him. After talking a few words about Mr. Mo's physical condition, Tang Zhenhui said in a deep voice: "Secretary Zijun, do you have anything? I'll be with you in Mo Mei later."

Come over here and let's talk about something while drinking tea."

Wang Zijun really didn't know where Mo Mei Zhai was, but he readily agreed to Tang Zhenhui's invitation.

"Secretary-General Qibao, do you know where Mo Meizhai is?" Wang Zijun put down the phone and asked Zhang Qibao. As his contacts with Zhang Qibao increased, Wang Zijun discovered that Secretary-General Zhang was really a local snake.

There is almost nothing that he doesn't know, so this has also developed the habit of Wang Zijun asking him if he has anything.

Zhang Qibao was also aware of Wang Zijun's habit. He was very happy about Wang Zijun's habit. After all, this habit could be said to have increased his status in Wang Zijun's heart.

Being able to make your leader think about you at all times is a success.

"Secretary Wang, Mo Mei Zhai is a teahouse. Governor Tang likes the atmosphere there very much and often drinks tea there." After Zhang Qibao answered, he showed the driver the route.

But just as Wang Zijun was heading towards Mo Mei Zhai, his cell phone rang again. Wang Zijun looked at the caller ID and saw that the call was coming from Cen Weggang's office. After a moment of silence, Wang Zijun called

Cen Weggang's phone number was answered.

Similar to Tang Zhenhui, Cen Weggang was also concerned about Mr. Mo's health, but Cen Weggang's words were a little more reserved. He told Wang Zijun generously that if the old man couldn't leave,

, you can take a few more days off to spend time with your old boss.

After Wang Zijun thanked him for his kindness, Cen Weggang smiled and said: "Secretary Zijun, come to my office after work. I have some things to discuss with you."

Wang Zijun understood the meaning of Cen Weggang's words very well. At this moment, his mind quickly started to fight. As soon as he got off the plane, Cen Weggang called. This was undoubtedly what Cen Weggang meant to him.

Show goodwill, and as long as you accept this goodwill, the road ahead may become smoother.

But his acceptance was undoubtedly a betrayal for Tang Zhenhui. Although the two of them had not agreed on anything, when he handed over the right to use the money to Tang Zhenhui, discerning people already knew what he meant.

For Tang Zhenhui, his betrayal was another fall. Tang Zhenhui had already fallen once. Even if he fell again, it would be nothing, but his reputation would be ruined.

Although many people say that in the officialdom, there is no such thing as benevolence and righteousness when swordsmen meet, but people's words are terrible. When your reputation of being two-faced is spread, your road will also become narrower.

Wang Zijun's choice is to stride forward. As Cen Weggang can pave a way for him, but at the same time it will make the road he takes on more difficult. What's more, after accepting Cen Weggang's arrangement, his future

I'm afraid his autonomy is even lower than that of Tang Zhenhui.

When he came to Midong, Wang Zijun was not prepared to confront Cen Weggang. But as Tang Zhenhui's successor, he would never allow his position to be as embarrassing as Tang Zhenhui's. As the future administrative leader, Wang Zijun also needed Cen Weggang.

Have considerable respect for yourself.

As his thoughts flashed, Wang Zijun said with a smile: "Secretary Cen, I just got off the plane. Do you think this is okay? I will go to your office as soon as I get to work tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Cen Wu seemed not to be able to hear the slightest displeasure at being rejected, but still said with a smile.

Wang Zijun didn't believe that Cen Wegang couldn't think of the reason for his refusal, but now that things had come to a point, he had no choice. Although Cen Wegang had supported him on the surface since he came to Midong, he had to change his work arrangements step by step.

However, Wang Zijun understood that Cen Weggang was using his own method to attack him.

This kind of sniping can only be understood, not expressed in words. And even if you say it, you can't say it out loud. Putting the burden on you means that you are valued, and you can't say it. The more things you do, the more people you offend.

time.

So he had been creating opportunities. When he handed over the allocation of preparation funds to Tang Zhenhui, Wang Zijun created an opportunity for himself. An opportunity to mobilize the stagnant Tang Zhenhui again and reduce the pressure on himself.

Although Tang Zhenhui could also see his purpose, he still stood up under his gift. Tang Zhenhui's action also made Cen Wegang see the crisis, so he extended an olive branch in an attempt to unite with himself

, to suppress Tang Zhenhui's restlessness.

How can I keep suppressing it? Since I have already made a choice, I must not be suppressed anymore. With thoughts flashing in his mind, Wang Zijun sighed softly.

Mo Mei Zhai is not too big, but the environment is quiet. When Wang Zijun went upstairs, Tang Zhenhui's secretary was already waiting there. When he saw Wang Zijun, he didn't say much. After saying hello, he led Wang Zijun

Walk towards Mo Mei Zhai.

In an elegant and quiet private room of Mo Mei Zhai, Tang Zhenhui was drinking tea leisurely. When he saw Wang Zijun walking in, he smiled and said: "Zijun, come here and have a taste. The tea here is very good, especially from Shiwanda Mountain."

Camellia is unparalleled anywhere else.”

Wang Zijun sat down opposite Tang Zhenhui, picked up the teacup handed over by the tea master, took a gentle sip, and felt a scent of aroma pouring from the water into his stomach.

"Good tea. If I had known there was such a good place in Chengmi City, I would have come more often." Wang Zijun put down the teacup and said with emotion.

Tang Zhenhui smiled, and after waving the tea artist to leave, he said with a smile: "Secretary Zijun, I invite you to come here this time. In addition to giving you the basis for allocating the money, there is another

I have something to discuss with you."

"Governor, the money comes from the province. I should report to you how to allocate it. When you say this, I don't know what to do. I'm so flattered." Wang Zijun helped Tang Zhenhui.

Filling the cup with water, he said softly.

Although Wang Zijun was polite, Tang Zhenhui still told Wang Zijun the situation. Although he knew that Wang Zijun should also be very clear about this number. After saying this, Tang Zhenhui changed the subject and said: "Governor Zijun,

You have been in our province for a while, but I don’t know if you have noticed that the layout of our province’s economic development is not very reasonable, and I think it needs further adjustment.”

Wang Zijun was well aware of the adjustments Tang Zhenhui was talking about. Since he had come to Tang Zhenhui, he naturally would not pour cold water on Tang Zhenhui. After pondering for a moment, he smiled and said: "Governor, I think we need to make some adjustments."

The most important thing for adjustment is to come up with a scientifically proven plan, which will be submitted to the Standing Committee for study after it is approved by the governor’s office meeting.”

Although Tang Zhenhui was sure that Wang Zijun would be on his side before meeting Wang Zijun, he was still relieved when he heard Wang Zijun's statement. After all, for him, Wang Zijun's support was too important to him. It’s important. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)