Rebirth of My Secretary's Life

When the car stopped outside the villa, it was already after nine o'clock in the evening. Although Wang Zijun wanted to go home earlier almost every day, there were too many things that always made him unable to control himself.

"Zijun, my father called just now and asked you to come back and call him back." Just when Wang Zijun put down the document bag in his hand, Mo Xiaobei walked over gently.

Although his expression was still calm, Wang Zijun saw a trace of worry on Mo Xiaobei's face. This look made Wang Zijun very intolerable. He didn't want to bring work matters home to talk about.

He didn't want Mo Xiaobei to worry about him.

Looking at Mo Xiaobei's inquiring eyes, Wang Zijun smiled and hugged Mo Xiaobei: "It's okay."

Although Mo Xiaobei has adapted to the role of deputy director of the library these days, her news is not blocked. Many things can reach Mo Xiaobei through some unique channels.

"Don't force yourself too much. If you feel too tired, let's stop doing it. It's not bad to enjoy life!" Mo Xiaobei bit his lip and said to Wang Zijun.

In this family, Mo Xiaobei rarely expresses his opinions, but every time he expresses his opinion, Wang Zijun has to pay attention to it. After listening to Mo Xiaobei's words, Wang Zijun knows that this is definitely not a casual talk with him. It should be

These are Mo Xiaobei's true thoughts.

There is no need to force yourself. After thinking about these six words, Wang Zijun stretched out his hand to hold Mo Xiaobei in his arms and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Mo Xiaobei nodded but said nothing.

Knowing that Mo Xiaobei's behavior meant that he was not satisfied with his answer, Wang Zijun hurriedly smiled and coaxed: "Okay, stop being so sullen. If you really can't do it anymore, I will quit. My wife is rich.

From now on, I can peacefully be a freeloader."

"If you want to eat soft rice, you can go to Sister Hongjin. The soft rice there is better!" Mo Xiaobei didn't know what happened, so he said this in a coquettish way, turned around and left.

Wang Zijun could understand Mo Xiaobei's mood, but he couldn't comfort him, so he could only talk about other things. It wasn't that he was afraid, but he felt a little guilty.

Regarding Qin Hongjin's existence, how could Mo Xiaobei not feel it according to his ice and snow intelligence? Wang Zijun has been carefully guarding this emotion, neither wanting to hurt Mo Xiaobei nor Qin Hongjin. In fact, this point

Balance is not guaranteed.

"Did Dad call to say something?" Wang Zijun said quickly and carelessly, changing the subject.

Mo Xiaobei's intelligence is not inferior to that of Wang Zijun. Therefore, seeing Wang Zijun's embarrassed face, he didn't want to dwell on this matter anymore, so he said to him in a dignified manner: "I didn't say anything, but it should be Mi Dong's matter."

Wang Zijun nodded and started to walk upstairs. After taking two steps, he stopped and asked, "Where is the little baby? Are you sleeping?"

"He just fell asleep. Let him sleep well. He has been busy today." As Mo Xiaobei spoke, he asked with concern: "Do you want tea or coffee?"

Wang Zijun likes tea, but today, after a little hesitation, he said, "Let me drink some coffee with you."

Walking into the study, Wang Zijun did not call his father back immediately. Instead, he fell into thinking. Wang Guangrong always abides by discipline at work. When he calls, he usually talks about family matters, like this

This kind of thing where you specifically ask yourself to call back rarely happens.

Although they haven't talked on the phone yet, Wang Zijun already understood the meaning of his father's call. It seems that Midong's recession in economic development has received a lot of attention this time.

With this thought in mind, Wang Zijun hesitated for a moment, then picked up the phone and quickly dialed the familiar number. After just two rings, the call was connected.

Hearing the voice of her son, mother Zhao Xuehua was a little excited: "Zijun, are you not busy anymore? Where is the little baby?"

Hearing this, Wang Zijun felt a little guilty. It seemed that he hadn't called his mother specifically for a long time. He quickly smiled and said: "Mom, I'm fine. My little baby was tired from playing and fell asleep early.

.What are you busy with?"

"What else can I do? As a retired person, the most I can do is dance with others and play badminton." Zhao Xuehua didn't seem to know about Wang Guangrong's call to Wang Zijun, so when she mentioned her on the phone

My precious grandson, my heart is full of joy.

Wang Zijun smiled and said: "Mom, people's living standards have improved now, but their physical fitness has declined. You should strengthen your exercise, play badminton with others, and dance. It's very good!"

"That's right, I am now the captain of the Yangko team. By the way, we are also planning to organize a performance. If you can make time then, bring Xiaobei and Xiaobao to see it!" Zhao

When Xuehua talked about the little baby, she started chatting again: "How did I hear that the little baby went to work in the fields these two days?"

"It's not about working in the fields, it's about labor training organized by the school, which is pretty good." Wang Zijun knew that his mother was one of the people who loved the little baby the most, so he quickly explained.

"Oh, you said my grandson has small arms and legs, can he bear it? You are still the governor, and you can't solve such a trivial matter for your child? You should talk to their school teacher!" Zhao Xuehua was not happy to hear this.

Wang Zijun really wanted to laugh when he heard his mother's complaint. In Wang Zijun's eyes, his son Xiaobao was chubby, not the little arms and legs that his mother said. However, he was not willing to disobey his mother's wishes, so he smiled and put this thing away.

After the matter was settled. After chatting for a while, Wang Zijun finally asked: "Where is my dad?"

"Your dad went to the study to read some documents. I'll call him later." Zhao Xuehua put down the phone as she spoke.

Soon, Wang Guangrong's steady voice came from the other end of the phone: "Is it Zijun?"

"Dad, it's me. I have endless work to do. When you get home, you can talk to your mother or watch TV." Wang Zijun knew that although his father always looked energetic in front of outsiders, time would not let him go.

Man, Wang Guangrong, who is almost sixty, is really not as good as before.

"Okay, I know!" Wang Guangrong was a little perfunctory about Wang Zijun's advice. When people reach a certain age, they become particularly persistent in some things.

Wang Zijun felt his father's displeasure, so he had to put away these concerns. He smiled and chatted with Wang Guangrong for a few words, and then heard Wang Guangrong say: "Zijun, what's going on in Midong?"

Although Wang Guangrong's words were somewhat general, Wang Zijun knew exactly what his father was asking. He pondered for a moment and then told Wang Guangrong the situation in Midong.

When Wang Guangrong listened to his son's introduction, he was relieved a lot. But in his heart, he still felt that his son was a bit reckless. After all, economic development is of great importance now. GDP has almost become an important indicator to measure the ability of a cadre.

, the kind of behavior that Wang Zijun is engaging in now, not only will there be no results in the beginning, but it will also be used as a guide.

"Zijun, some leaders have opinions on the economic development of Midong, and they have also reflected it to Secretary Lin." Wang Guangrong spoke very slowly, as if there was some deliberation in it.

"Although I didn't say anything to you, the responsibility lies with you. In addition, some departments in charge of the economy also said that you were holding back. Otherwise, the economic growth throughout the year should have been able to reach a higher level."

Wang Zijun did not speak. Although what Wang Guangrong said was not too specific, the person who could make his father pay so much attention to him must be someone who cannot be ignored. No wonder his father called him at this time. Maybe Secretary Lin ordered this call.

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"Dad, I think my work in East Midland is not wrong. The economy must develop well, but we should organically combine economic development with environmental protection. I have always believed that the two are not contradictory, but can promote each other.

"Yes." Wang Zijun considered his words and said firmly.

Wang Guangrong was a university professor. He had unique views on some things. He also agreed with his son's views, but when the matter reached its current situation, these theories alone could not solve it.

"Well. I'll explain what you said to Secretary Lin. You'd better take some time to meet Secretary Lin."

After Wang Guangrong said this, he said softly: "Zijun, although I appreciate what you have done in Midong, you must not overdo it. Do you know that the letters and calls department has received a lot of letters and calls about you now.

"

"Dad, I am not afraid of shadows as I stand upright." Wang Zijun smiled and said to Wang Guangrong in a deep voice.

"Secretary Cen Weggang is a comrade with rich work experience and has always performed well in his work. When you work with him as a team, you must pay attention to learning more about Secretary Cen's strengths, support each other, and jointly carry out the work of Midong.

Do it well.”

Wang Guangrong changed the subject and brought the topic to Cen Weggang.

Wang Zijun had a thought in his mind. It has been almost two years since he came to Midong. His father said that if he wanted to have a good relationship with Cen Wegang, he should have said it a year ago. He is telling himself this now,

What exactly does it mean?

Others don't know it, but Wang Zijun himself knows it very well. The relationship between him and Cen Weggang has reached a point where it is difficult to recover. Although the two people appear to be very harmonious on the surface, this is only the surface. There are cracks under the surface.

, has become larger and larger.

Just when Wang Zijun wanted to ask, Wang Guangrong had already changed the topic to the little baby and asked Wang Zijun to take the little baby to Beijing to have fun for two days when he was free.

After Wang Zijun agreed one by one, the two of them hung up the phone. Recalling what his father meant on the phone, Wang Zijun was suddenly shocked.

Some time ago, it was said that Cen Wu was going to a higher level. Could this be what the father meant by his words just now?

If Cen Wegang could reach a higher level, then his pressure would become even greater. Thinking of Cen Wegang's always stern expression, Wang Zijun's expression became solemn.

Wen Chengtu looked at the document in his hand and showed a smile. Although he was almost fifty years old, his smile made him look so graceful. From this smile, he could vaguely be seen

His style fascinated many girls when he was young.

Proud of the spring breeze, Wen Chengtu has almost owned this word for many years. In these years of work, Wen Chengtu has almost always been the most dazzling one in his work. But after coming to Midong, this dazzling light seemed to suddenly

There was a sense of distance between him and Wen Chengtu.

In Midong, although Wen Chengtu is the deputy secretary of the third-in-command, whether in his own feelings or in the eyes of others, Wen Chengtu feels that he is just an ordinary member of the Standing Committee. Even with the authority of Wang Zijun

Day by day, he sometimes felt that he was not even as good as Wang Qingming and Kang Zezheng.

Although these two people are ranked behind him, the two people who are responsible for each of them seem to have more real power than him. Take Wang Qingming as an example. As the head of the organization, although major matters must be reported to him, when reporting to him,

, over there, Cen Weggang already had an idea.

Therefore, this kind of reporting has no practical significance at all.

In the past six months of work, Wen Chengtu felt that he was almost marginalized. Although he tried his best to actively move closer to Cen Weggang, this still could not change this embarrassing situation.

For him now, the most important thing is to change his employment conditions. Only in this way can he make his voice heard in Midong. And now, the opportunity has quietly come.

Cen Wu has just been deeply entrenched in Midong, and Wen Chengtu has not yet had the ambition to regard him as a rival. What's more, according to the current situation, it also determines what his best choice is now. Someone made a mistake in his work, and Cen Wu

I was even planning to take advantage of this mistake to strike hard at that person, which was consistent with his temporary interests.

However, unlike Cen Wegang's goal, Wen Chengtu also had his own goals. This time he came to Midong from above, and his main goal was to achieve a leap.

In addition to waiting with peace of mind, there is another way to make such a leap, and that is to actively strive for it.

Since Cen Wu was about to take action, why didn't he just go with the flow?

Wen Chengtu believed that if this possibility was placed in front of Cen Wegang, Cen Wegang would definitely choose to cooperate with him. After all, in Cen Wegang's eyes, the unruly and forceful prince was not as good as himself in Cen Wegang.

It's popular there.

Knocking on the table gently, Wen Chengtu dialed the number of his secretary Liu Jiangang. After saying "Come here," Wen Chengtu quietly waited for Liu Jiangang's arrival.

It didn't take even a minute for Liu Jiangang to arrive in front of Wen Chengtu. Although this young man was young, in Wen Chengtu's eyes, he was a nurturing talent. He was not only smart, but also very motivated.

Wen Chengtu has always admired people who are motivated. In his opinion, as a man, one must be motivated. Wen Chengtu has never appreciated people who dare not express their ambition.

"Secretary Wen." Liu Jiangang stood respectfully beside Wen Chengtu, as if he was waiting for Wen Chengtu's arrangements at any time.

Smiling at Liu Jiangang, Wen Chengtu said lightly: "Jiangang, how is your relationship with Professor Chen from the Party School?"

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