Very Secretary

  Very Secretary-2558 Crazy Thoughts

  Lu Jianhong couldn't sleep either. He was not a man of God, let alone a saint, and it was impossible for him to maintain a high degree of nerve resilience. The incident this time had a great impact on him. Although on the surface he was very calm, but in his heart, he was also anxious, doubtful, and at a loss. Looking back now, the press conference held that day, if It wasn't those reporters flocking here, he might not consider such a media meeting, and took the initiative to go to the Central Discipline Inspection Commission. In the eyes of others, he was a calm move to ask for an investigation, but only himself Knowing that this matter only relies on the investigation of this level, I am afraid that the direction of the matter will be deviated.

Although the matter has passed, but now that I think about it, I am still very lucky. If Qin Zhen hadn’t left behind a set of monitoring equipment, he wouldn’t have recorded the criminal facts called Wu Tiande. If it wasn’t for that diary, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to cleanse myself The injustice he suffered, but what made him even more puzzled was, could he prove his innocence just by relying on these?

   Until now, he still feels like dreaming. Yes, it feels like a dream. That's not the strangest thing about it. The strange thing is that, as the person involved, he still doesn't know who the black hand behind the scenes is. In Qin Zhen's diary, he was mentioned all the time, and this him was obviously not Wu Tiande. In the official announcement, Wu Tiande was also mentioned.

  In Lu Jianhong's impression, Wu Tiande was not at all, let alone making unreasonable demands when the company encountered difficulties. The tricks here are unknown, and maybe he will never know. It was because of this reason that he felt a sense of boredom, and suddenly, he felt a loss in front of him.

Ever since he won a huge prize of 5 million in his early years, he has always carried out his work with an enjoyment mentality. No matter how difficult things he encounters, no matter how much indifference he experiences, he can accept them calmly. The so-called " It's a great mission from heaven, and it's a pain in the mind." Lu Jianhong was very open-minded, and he was unhappy with the job. At worst, he would not work as that Laoshi Ziguan.

   The **** bird faces up, and the immortal flips over. This has always been the motto in his heart, but although he often mentioned it, he never had the idea of ​​leaving.

But on this night, he really had the idea of ​​leaving. Suddenly, he felt that what he had always admired was not the case at all. Before that, he had seen too many things that turned black and white. , Turning his hands into rain, turning his hands into clouds, but this time he really saw something behind power, although he was an absolute beneficiary.

  With this thought in mind, Lu Jianhong himself was taken aback by the thought.

I want to know how many people have spent their whole life dreaming at the ministerial level, how many people have fought for it, struggled for it, intrigue and racked their brains for it, but when they come to him, they have to give up voluntarily, which is shocking. Things. But at this moment, Lu Jianhong's thinking became narrow-minded. He had no way to think about it so much. He was excited by his crazy thoughts, and couldn't help thinking wildly. He thought of all kinds of life after leaving the system. The old and the young live together, and with their economic situation, they can travel around the world without having to worry about taboos in officialdom, just like Wei Xiaobao in "The Deer and Ding Tale", looking for a quiet place and going to the fairy-like world. Carefree life.

  Under the influence of this emotion, Lu Jianhong couldn't sleep any more, so he sat up from the bed, pulled up a chair and sat on the balcony.

  The rain is like sorrow, so thin that it is almost impossible to feel its existence.

   As the fireworks flickered and went out, his mood also fluctuated. At this time, he threw away any ideas, and seemed to have forgotten his original intention to devote himself to the officialdom. He was just thinking, what is the life he pursues like? Is he really serving the people wholeheartedly? Have no selfishness at all?

   Thinking of An Ran, Gao Lan, and Meng Jia again, Lu Jianhong couldn't help feeling a deep sense of guilt in his heart. To put it more noblely, the goals I set for myself can also be interpreted as the purpose of being an official, which is to serve as an official and benefit one party, but why should I let them live a life with me? Although An Ran is his own wife in name, but since they got married, they have gathered less and separated more, the family is not a family, the family is not a family, and it is because of her radish that she accepts Gao Lan and Meng Jia. To be able to do this, I really don't know how many conflicts, entanglements, and pains I have to go through. And the relationship between Gao Lan and Meng Jia and him is even more like a ghost than a ghost. Is this because I am too selfish and self-centered, or is I deceiving myself under the guise of "serving the people"? Have you ever thought about putting yourself in their shoes? What does their ideal life look like?

Lu Jianhong was in deep self-blame, lit a cigarette again, and Lu Jianhong's mood became more impulsive and surging, so he returned to the living room, turned on the light, picked up a pen and paper, A line of words was written on that piece of paper: A report on the request to resign as mayor of Kangping City.

  When he wrote this line, Lu Jianhong suddenly felt that the pen was so heavy that he couldn't lift it up. Because at this moment, he suddenly thought of many people, the old man, Zhou Qifeng, Zhao Xuepeng, etc., if they really resigned, how would they feel? All the hard work, all the struggle, just go to waste on this page?

Lu Jianhong hesitated, his eyes were blurred, An Ran and others were accusing him of being selfish, and the old man and others were refuting him for his lack of responsibility. Suddenly, Lu Jianhong felt a splitting headache, and loosened his wrist. The pen rolled to the side, and some ink stains were sprinkled on the letter paper in front of him.

   Panting for a while, Lu Jianhong crumpled up the paper and threw it into the trash can, then fell on the bed, but couldn't sleep well.

The rain suddenly picked up, and then the wind came one after another. In an instant, the big raindrops fell with a crackling, as if trying to wake up Lu Jianhong's ridiculous thoughts, but also as if he was laughing at Lu Jianhong. Hong was timid, and Lu Jianhong, who liked listening to the rain the most, felt that the rain was very annoying, so he pulled the blanket over his ears. At this moment, he was like an ostrich with its head buried in the sand.