Rebirth of My Secretary's Life

"Zhenyue, what are you busy with?" Cao Zhener's voice with a hint of magnetism came from the other end of the phone.

Hearing Cao Zhen'er's voice, Ruan Zhenyue frowned unconsciously, and a face appeared in his mind. In fact, objectively speaking, although Cao Zhen'er is not beautiful, she has been pampered since she was a child, and she still has some temperament. It's just that she likes her too much.

Ruan Zhenyue always felt like he owed her money when he kept a straight face and looked bitter and resentful.

It was rare for the two people to meet each other. Ruan Zhenyue felt that Cao Zhener's feelings for him were not strong in the first place, but now they are faint. When the two of them were together in the past, his heart was still at home, but now they live in two places, it is like coming here.

After such a big mess, it seems that I no longer have the heart to live.

Every time he goes home, the scene Ruan Zhenyue sees most is Cao Zhener holding a slender lady's cigarette in his mouth, sucking lazily. Sometimes he is decadent, sometimes he is gnashing his teeth. The irritability and anxiety in his heart are obvious. The two of them are lying down

On the bed, Cao Zhen'er seemed to be trying her best to persuade herself to tolerate him, frowning slightly and keeping her body motionless, which made Ruan Zhenyue lose interest and the warmth that had just come up was wiped out.

Therefore, even if it was true concern and greetings, what Cao Zhener brought to Ruan Zhenyue was a feeling of dark clouds. It was inevitable that Ruan Zhenyue felt unhappy and asked calmly on the other end of the phone: "I am dealing with some official business, are you okay?"

Cao Zhen'er was deeply unhappy with Ruan Zhenyue's lukewarm answer, and her voice became a little cold: "Can't I give you a call if nothing happens? Who am I to you? You can't even do this.

Not sure?"

Listening to Cao Zhen'er's dissatisfied questioning, Ruan Zhenyue suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart. He really wanted to impulsively say, "You are me, everyone is honorary. Of course I know it in my heart. But in the end, he will still

The words were swallowed.

"True. I'm not saying you can't call me. The main thing is that I'm really busy right now."

Cao Zhener's tone on the other end of the phone returned to normal immediately: "Zhenyue, I know you are busy. I just want to remind you. But you must come over when my second uncle celebrates his birthday."

"I know this, don't worry. I will definitely go with you." Ruan Zhenyue said this, becoming more and more impatient.

"I know you have objections to my second uncle, but you have to give me my uncle's face." When Cao Zhener said this, his voice started to get cold again.

Regarding Cao Zhener's uncle, Ruan Zhenyue naturally knew that it was not appropriate to offend him, so he immediately softened and said: "I know, I still understand this point. I will just attend the birthday banquet on time. By the way, you'd better remind me.

Give that cousin of yours a try and make him stop causing trouble. What a shameless young man, I think he’s just having enough to eat!"

"I know, I will definitely tell my uncle about this." Cao Zhener seemed to know what his cousin was. His tone became a little softer.

"Well. It's best to find him a well-matched girl and get married as soon as possible, and don't let him go around flirting with women. Look at the newspapers. Right now he is having an affair with a star named Liao Shiru! Let him save his worries!

"

Cao Zhener pondered for a moment, nodded and said: "Zhenyue, you have to be careful about that prince in Luonan City. I heard that people in the Demon City admire him very much, especially his father Wang Guangrong, who is now the executive of the Demon City.

Deputy Mayor."

Ruan Zhenyue did not speak, but his expression became more gloomy. Although he had never paid much attention to the excessively young Wang Zijun, looking at the rapid development speed of Ronan City, he had the urge to get angry.

I have worked hard on the economic development of Dongpu City, but despite my best efforts, the results are not very good. Some companies have clearly offered unprecedented preferential conditions, but they are just wrong and refuse to invest in Dongpu.

, they had to run to Ronan City. There was nothing good about Ronan City, they all rushed there like flies seeing smelly meat.

"Zhenyue, you must be careful. Yesterday I went to my uncle's place and heard that the superiors intend to let some top leaders from economically developed cities become regular members. I heard that each province has a quota." Cao Zhen'er said this.

, paused and said: "This step is very important for you."

Of course Ruan Zhenyue knew that this step was very important to him. Although the deputy ministerial rank was not a problem for him, if he could get over this hurdle earlier, he would have a greater chance of reaching the top.

Although there are people behind him who are nurturing him, there are also people behind others who are nurturing him. In the end, the person who can reach the top is not yet known.

"Well", after Ruan Zhenyue agreed, he seemed to suddenly think of something: "What kind of gift should we give you for your second uncle's birthday?"

The Secretary's Office Building is a very mysterious existence in the eyes of people in the Provincial Party Committee's General Office. Even many people who work for the Provincial Party Committee may not even step foot into the Secretary's Office Building within a year.

Although this building is not high, it looks mysterious and majestic among the buildings of the Provincial Party Committee.

Tang Jingyong's office is on the west side of the third floor, and to the east is Hu Yifeng's office. Although the two people's offices are very close to each other, under normal circumstances, Tang Jingyong rarely goes to Hu Yifeng's office.

"Secretary Tang, this is the material from local newspapers on strengthening party building work." Guo Xianwei stood behind Tang Jingyong's desk and reported softly to Tang Jingyong.

As the deputy director of the Organization Department, Guo Xianwei was assigned to be responsible for this work. Guo Xianwei reported directly to Tang Jingyong on many matters.

Tang Jingyong took the thick pile of materials, glanced at it gently, and asked lightly: "First of all, Minister, how much attention do various cities and towns attach to party building work?"

Guo Xianwei is a smart man. He could hear the hidden meaning in Tang Jingyong's words, but he still smiled and said: "Secretary Tang, judging from the reports from various cities, they all attach great importance to it. Basically, in accordance with

The requirements of the Organization Department of the Provincial Party Committee have been met with organization, plans, and funds..."

That's not what Tang Jingyong heard, but these answers could make Tang Jingyong speechless. He had actually felt this silent blow from the newspaper news these days.

If the promotion of a work cannot produce some results, then the promotion has failed. For Tang Jingyong now, the work he is promoting now is already on the verge of failure.

There is no spectacular effect. There is no overwhelming publicity. Everything seems to be going on step by step. But many things will slowly disappear in this step-by-step process.

Moreover, with this kind of step-by-step behavior, Tang Jingyong couldn't lose his temper. He didn't know how many people were looking at him. If he lost his temper randomly, he would definitely be the one who would be unhappy in the end.

After all, he is not the leader of Shan Province. What's more, the leader is looking at him with a critical look. To put it bluntly, he is just waiting for him to make a mistake.

"Well, yes, party building work is a long-term task, and we must do it well..." After giving some instructions to Guo Xianwei, Tang Jingyong waved Guo Xianwei to leave first.

Silence returned to the office, but Tang Jingyong's heart could not calm down anymore.

Tang Jingyong did listen to Wang Zijun's advice on carrying out party building work and establishing his own position in Shan Province. But on this matter, he didn't want to completely listen to Wang Zijun. For example, in terms of promotion, he felt that he

Just do it.

In Tang Jingyong's view, as long as he implements this work, one or two cities among the dozen or so cities in Shan Province will definitely follow suit. Moreover, he has already made arrangements with the superior propaganda department. Once

When there are typical cases that can be promoted, use this as an entry point to launch a massive publicity campaign to win a beautiful victory.

But judging from the current situation, there are very few responses. Except for Ronan City, which is more active in this regard, other cities are basically perfunctory. Not to mention representative figures, just some representative events.

Can't take it out.

Underestimating the enemy!

Thinking of Hu Yifeng's soft-spoken speech at the province's conference on strengthening party building, Tang Jingyong had this thought in his mind: He felt that Hu Yifeng was a bit of a lost dog, but his roots were already deeply rooted.

Rooted in the soil of the mountain province.

From the fact that more than a dozen municipal party committee secretaries are not optimistic about him, Tang Jingyong has a clearer understanding of the situation he is currently in. If he can't come up with any powerful counterattack, everything will be lost.

It will wither away silently and silently, just as he imagined.

This is absolutely unacceptable to him!

Tang Jingyong is not afraid of failure, but the first misfire in Shan Province has a huge impact. It not only affects his position in the political structure of Shan Province, but also affects his future development.

If we cannot quickly open up the situation in the mountain province, how should the leaders above view themselves?

"Dudududu"

The phone rang on his desk. Tang Jingyong glanced at the desk and found that it was the red secure phone that was ringing.

"Hello, I'm Tang Jingyong." The moment he answered the phone, Tang Jingyong said in a professional tone.

A burst of laughter immediately came from the other end of the phone. Following the laughter, the other end said: "Hello, Secretary Tang, I am Lao Ma!"

Hearing this voice, Tang Jingyong knew who was calling. The smile on his face became even brighter: "President Ma, why did you have time to call me? What instructions do you have?"

Although President Ma was at the deputy ministerial level like him, Tang Jingyong needed help with some things, so he was naturally very polite.

President Ma over there smiled and said, "Secretary Tang, I don't dare to give you instructions. I'm here to ask for your help."

"Brother, tell me, as long as I can do it, it's easy to say." Tang Jingyong waved his hand and said very proudly.

"It's like this, I have one..." President Ma told the matter directly without too much politeness. Hearing that it was arranged by someone, Tang Jingyong breathed a sigh of relief. He and President Ma

After laughing and chatting for two more times, I was ready to hang up the phone.

President Na Ma seemed to feel that he owed Tang Jingyong a favor because Tang Jingyong had done something for him so he smiled and said: "Secretary Tang, I have reserved the page for you. When will you

If you need it, just say hello!"

"Thank you. I will definitely call my brother if necessary." Tang Jingyong said as he hung up the phone, but there was a wry smile on his lips.

I still have the layout, but now I don’t know when to use it. Sometimes, it doesn’t work without support underneath!

As thoughts flashed in his mind, the figure of Wang Zijun suddenly appeared in Tang Jingyong's mind. Should he trouble him now? Tang Jingyong also felt that it was understandable for Shanyuan City's recent weak reaction. After all, the economy was blowing.

The things he knew had consumed Wang Zijun's greatest energy.

Thinking of the economic briefing, Tang Jingyong felt a little better. At the same time, he thought of the joke his secretary told him.

Secretary Yifeng was forcibly shaken by two Xiaomi. It's funny when I think about it. Doesn't Hu Yifeng have mysophobia? Why did he feel like he was raped on the way back? He wiped it with a napkin.

Tang Jingyong felt a little gloating in his heart.

"Dong dong dong"

There was a gentle knock on the door suddenly. Tang Jingyong took a document from the table and instantly became dignified and solemn again.

"Secretary Tang, Secretary Wang from Ronan City has work to report to you." The secretary opened the door and reported softly to Tang Jingyonghui.

Prince Jun is here!

Hearing the news, Tang Jingyong almost stood up from his seat. Just when he thought that he should contact Wang Zijun, Secretary Wang ran over like a roundworm. After hesitating for a moment, he said in a deep voice: "Let's

Secretary Wang, come to my office."

Wang Zijun did not walk in empty-handed. He was holding a football-sized jar in his hand. He came to Tang Jingyong's office with a smile. As soon as he entered the door, he smiled and said: "Secretary Tang, I have a gift for you!

This is mountain wine produced in Luonan City, I hope you can help promote it."

Looking at the simple jar, Tang Jingyong also laughed. If Wang Zijun held the wine and brought it grandly, it was not too expensive. But what he cared about was not whether the thing was expensive, what he cared about was Wang Zijun's.

manner.

Although it was just a can of wine, it was enough to show that Wang Zijun did not treat him as an outsider. This made Tang Jingyong, who was a little cold in his heart, suddenly feel a little warm. He stood up from the chair, smiled and cursed: "You kid,

Consider me the spokesperson of your Ronan City

Already? Let me tell you, I have heard a long time ago that Secretary Wang of Ronan City is famous for being a rooster who never plucks off a dime and strings all the money on his ribs. However, if you want to take advantage of me, there is no way. You can drink.

, but I will charge all the advertising fees according to the bill!”

When the secretary saw Tang Jingyong being so close to Prince Jun, the hand that was originally stretching out to serve the guests' tea suddenly changed its direction and took out some of Tang Jingyong's most precious bottle of Biluochun and gave it to Prince Jun. Waiting for him to drink it.

When the tea was placed in front of Wang Zijun, Secretary Tang clearly saw a look of admiration from the corner of his eyes.

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