Rebirth of My Secretary's Life

As the head of the propaganda department, She Lihua has always been no worse than others in terms of political sensitivity.// //Looking at the newspaper placed on the table, She Lihua’s face became very ugly.

Although the organizer of this Golden Flower Festival in Linglong City is Linglong City, the Propaganda Department is also one of the organizers after all. Now that something like this has happened, it seems a bit excessive to push it one by one.

And in this matter, Lingling City is involved. If it were other cities, just let them do a review, but as for Lingling City, Secretary Cen wants to push Tu Fendou, secretary of the Municipal Party Committee of Lingling City, to enter

Standing Committee, it is absolutely impossible for Tu Fendou to take responsibility at such an important moment.

If Tu Fenfeng does not bear this responsibility, will it fall on herself? Although She Lihua knows that she is almost old in her official career and there is no room for progress, but she does not want to be shouldered for no reason at this time.

A punishment.

After all, punishment is not a good thing, and sometimes it will be recorded in the file for a lifetime. However, if Cen Weggang insisted on taking this responsibility, what should he do? Thoughts flashed in She Lihua's mind.

, which made her feel a little depressed.

Standing up, She Lihua suddenly thought that she had something to arrange for the office. She picked up the phone on the table and was about to call the office director when she thought that she hadn't shown up in the office for a while.

As a female leader, while maintaining her dignity, She Lihua is also willing to maintain her approachable side. In order to achieve this effect of being both kind and powerful, with a certain degree of intimacy, She Lihua waits in the office for someone who is close to her almost every week.

Take a walk around the office.

She Lihua’s office is on the third floor, and the office is also on the third floor in order to better serve the leaders.

The corridor of the Propaganda Department of the Provincial Party Committee was somewhat empty. She Lihua had walked in this corridor countless times, but she felt an uncomfortable feeling at this time. Fortunately, the distance between her office and her office was not very far, and she was soon there.

Arrived.

Just as She Lihua was about to push the door open, she heard someone inside say: "Look at this article. Although it didn't name anyone, isn't it an obvious criticism of our Mi Dong?"

"They are trying to give us face. In fact, anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that the person criticizing is Mi Dong. Fortunately, when Chengmi City held the Golden Flower Festival, Governor Wang gave the fee to the card owner. Otherwise, he might have named him

Criticism!”

"Well, what Linglong City did this time is that it went too far. Just hiring those celebrities is not a small sum. If the money can be used to build some infrastructure, wouldn't it be a good thing for the country and the people?

What a great thing!"

This kind of discussion was not unexpected by She Lihua. She smiled and didn't pay attention. Just when she was about to make her footsteps louder to let these people know that she was coming, she heard someone say:

"If Minister She had listened to Governor Wang, we in Midong would not have been criticized like this."

"I can't blame Minister She for this matter. Minister She can't be a leader. However, our Propaganda Department is also one of the organizers, so we may also be criticized!"

There was a sighing voice inside for a while. She Lihua could basically guess the name of the person who said these words, but at this time she had no intention of arguing with these people. After pondering for a moment, she turned and walked towards her office.

Passed.

The road was still cold, but She Lihua's heart was filled with one sentence: If she had listened to Governor Wang, this kind of thing would not have happened!

"Minister She, are you out?" Just when She Lihua walked to the door of her office, she saw the office director walking over. It seemed that the office director, who was holding a folder in his hand, wanted to see her for something.

Although she was not in good spirits now, She Lihua still braced herself and asked: "Director Mi, what's the matter?"

Mida has been the office director of the Propaganda Department for some years and is considered a veteran, but he always respects She Lihua. When he heard She Lihua ask, he said softly: "Minister She, just now

I received a notice from the Provincial Party Committee General Office that Secretary Cen will convene a standing committee meeting tomorrow."

"Is something wrong?" She Lihua pondered for a moment and asked Midasu in a low voice.

"It seems that the main topic is to improve the political status of the economically powerful city." Midasu came here, glanced at She Lihua, and then continued: "Minister She, I think this matter should be a good thing for Tu Fendeng."

Of course it was Tu Fendou's good deed, but She Lihua's heart sank. The thoughts that had been immersed in her heart could no longer be suppressed at this time. Secretary Cen wanted to promote Tu Fendou, so wouldn't She Lihua be the only one responsible for promoting Tu Fendou?

No one will take the responsibility anymore!

She Lihua, who was filled with uneasiness, suddenly felt a surge of anger rising from her heart. However, this anger did not last long. She felt depressed again. If this decision was made by Cen Wugang, could she object?

?

"Okay, Director Mi, get busy!" She Lihua, who was feeling a little irritable, waved her hand with a look of impatience on her face.

Midasu wanted something, but when he turned his head and glanced at She Lihua, he finally took back what he wanted. After all, he was still out of reach of the leadership level. He had too much, and it would not do him any good.

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When She Lihua returned to the office, she was thinking exactly about the words she heard in the office just now: If Governor Wang hadn't stopped him at that time, I'm afraid he would have been criticized even more severely.

Lu Dingcheng looked at his son with a gloomy face. He didn't expect that his son would be so unmotivated. He asked him to pursue Chengtu's daughter, but he didn't expect that if he failed to pursue it, he would actually have the overlord's desire.

idea.

This bastard is simply seeking death. Thinking of the gloomy look on the face of the person Chengtu sent just now, Lu Dingcheng trembled in his heart. He knew very well that although he was successful, he was still inferior to Chengtu.

How many.

Although Chengtu's secretary didn't say anything uncomfortable, the more he said it, the more uncomfortable Lu Dingcheng felt. As the saying goes, a biting dog will not bark, a barking dog will not bite. If

If you don’t give Chengtu an explanation, Chengtu will never let you go!

The last time my son committed something in Beijing, there were so many people talking about it, and Wang Zijun didn't want to care about it, so he just had Lu Zejiong imprisoned for a few days in accordance with the law and that was it. But this time

Once again, will Chengtu be willing to settle the account?

"Dad, you are looking for me!" Lu Zejiong opened the door and walked into his father's office, his face full of respect and he said.

"Hmph, I hear you've been busy lately. How can I, as a father, not see you?" Lu Dingcheng is only a son. He rarely scolded him in the past, but now he picked up a stick and beat him hard.

idea.

"Dad, I haven't made much progress, but don't worry, I will definitely live up to your expectations in the future. That..." Lu Zejiong heard that his father's words were wrong, and immediately made a promise, hoping to get Lu Dingcheng to give him some mercy.

Lu Dingcheng chuckled, and before Lu Zejiong finished, he picked up a folder on the table and smashed it at Lu Zejiong. Lu Zejiong didn't even think that his father would move at all.

Before he could react, he was slapped hard in the face by the folder, and a stream of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

"Dad, I was wrong. Please forgive me. I will never dare to do it again!" Lu Zejiong looked at Lu Dingcheng and said with fear on his face.

"Hmph, you beast, now you know how to be afraid. I'll give it to you. I almost destroyed you, you bastard!" As Lu Ding spoke sincerely, the folder fell even harder, and Lu Zejiong could only hug him.

Hold your head and protect your head.

Two minutes later, Lu Dingcheng put down the folder he had won. He glanced at his son and smiled coldly: "Son, daddy doesn't want to beat you, but he has no choice but to give it to others.

An explanation will put even you in big trouble."

"Dad, I didn't do anything. I met Wang Zijun, this..." Lu Zejiong came here and hugged his head again, as if he was afraid of being beaten again.

Lu Dingcheng looked at his son's appearance and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He had created such a huge family fortune in vain, so he could be regarded as a powerful figure. He didn't expect that having a son would be so useless.

It really fits the old saying about a tiger father and a dog son.

"You stupid thing, you just healed the scar and forgot about the pain. Wang Zijun locked you up for a while, and you don't know how to change. Do you know that Wang Zijun just came to Midong and you have to pay attention to your own image?

I'm willing to be like a little bug like you, just to teach you a lesson. But you have to seduce Cheng Tu. Do you think you can seduce people like them?"

"Dad, what should we do?" Lu Zejiong's legs were trembling a little at this time. He was trembling a little when he thought about the days he spent in the detention center.

"No more detention center, this place is very good." Lu Dingcheng glanced at his son and said, "I have opened a ward for you at the orthopedic hospital. You can stay here for a few months!"

"Dad, you want me to pretend to be sick? Okay, I will." Lu Zejiong said to Lu Dingcheng with a face full of joy.

Lu Dingcheng smiled, waved and said: "Come out, I still have something to deal with."

Lu Zejiong was overjoyed. He didn't want to stay in the same room with his father at this moment, so he walked out happily. Lu Dingcheng looked at the direction in which his son was leaving, and said to himself: "Son, don't blame me for being sad."

Cruel!"

As soon as he had this idea, he heard a shrill scream coming from the stairs, and then he heard someone say loudly: "Oh, it's not good, Mr. Jiong fell down the stairs!"

Listening to the constant screams, the muscles at the corners of Lu Dingcheng's mouth twitched, but then he opened his desk and revealed a photo.

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