Very Secretary

  Very Secretary - Chapter 540 Wicked Grinding

  As soon as Lu Jianhong's car stopped, two police cars came one behind the other and sandwiched the audi in the middle. Lu Jianhong thought in his heart, it's broken, and he wasn't ready to drive, so he didn't bring his driver's license with him. Although there can be no major problems on the ground of Hongshan, it is inevitable to owe Hong Rubin a favor. Favors are always something that must be paid back. If you owe too much, it will not be good after all.

   Just as he was thinking about it, the glass of the car was knocked. Lu Jianhong raised his head and couldn't help being amused.

   Lowering the glass with a sullen face, Lang Xiaobo was about to perform a routine and asked the other party to show his driver's license and driving license, but what he saw was Lu Jianhong, who was like a nightmare, and swallowed the words again. Although it was a fact that Lu Jianhong was speeding, the fact was a lie, and you couldn't take it seriously. Thinking that I was able to return to the traffic police force, it was at the expense of my father's face and a lot of money in exchange for it. If I offend this evil star who played cards against common sense again, I would file a complaint with the secretary of the county party committee. I am afraid that I will really be laid off.

  While muttering, Lu Jianhong, the villain, filed a complaint first, and said, "When did you return to the traffic police?"

"A few days." If Lu Jianhong hadn't let him go last time, Lang Xiaobo might be directing traffic in the cold wind at this moment. Hearing what Lu Jianhong said, he panicked a little bit, and said in his heart , I haven't opened my mouth yet, don't bother me, and said quickly, "Well, if there is nothing else, I won't delay your work, you can go."

Seeing that her intimidation had an effect, Lu Jianhong felt relieved, but with a serious look on her face, she said in the tone of an elder admonishing a younger generation: "Well, work hard, you have a future, don't lose your father and your sister s face."

  Watching the Audi car speeding away, Lang Xiaobo heaved a sigh of relief. The wind blew past, and he couldn't help shivering, only to realize that his heart was completely wet. The traffic policeman next to him didn't know Lu Jianhong. It was strange that Lang Xiaobo, who had always treated the driver as if he saw an enemy of the dictatorship, was as docile as a sheep. There's nothing to worry about, I'm afraid he's a hair!"

  Lang Xiaobo replied with a cold face: "The car is hanging, and the person is even more hanging. Secretary Hong can only nod and bow in front of him!"

  The traffic policeman is stupid, what kind of officer is that?

  The car got off the expressway and drove into the provincial road, then the speed slowed down, and when it reached the street of Gaohe Town, it happened to be a fair, and there were so many people that the car could barely move.

  Lu Jianhong simply stopped the car, lit a cigarette, and enjoyed the warmth of the sun. Looking at the bustling flow of people, the big girls and the little daughter-in-law couldn't wait, as if they were afraid that people wouldn't see it before the weather was completely warmed up, they took off their thick winter clothes and put on spring clothes that could outline their figures, showing off the pretty girl they thought was pretty and charming. The thin waist and fat tung showed a happy face. Lu Jianhong suddenly envied them very much. Whether they were in small business, farming or working in a labor gang, they all lived their lives with peace of mind. Step by step, day after day. Maybe there will be a little quarrel and a little trouble in life, but it is always happy.

  Simple, so happy. Maybe I will be happy that I made an extra business today, happy that I got a little more salary for working overtime today, and excited that I won some money playing cards and mahjong today. Why can they live so simply, but they can't?

  Lu Jianhong lit another cigarette, thinking about this unanswered question.

  Unknowingly, people have dispersed enough to allow cars to pass by.

   Several urban management members came over and said kindly: "Parking is not allowed here, please drive away."

   Their eyes are very poisonous, they can afford millions of cars, and they are either rich or expensive, which is not something they can afford. If you use the usual attitude towards those who drive small bread and little Alto, if you don't do it well, it will cause disaster.

Lu Jianhong appreciated this attitude, so he smiled, threw away the cigarette butt, and was about to drive away, but found a familiar face among these team members, which was He Zijian, the son of He Baohua, the old station manager when he was at the Gaohe Enterprise Management Station . Doesn't he work at the Agricultural Economics Station? How did you get to the city management team?

   "Zijian, get in the car!" Lu Jianhong yelled in doubt and shook his head.

He Zijian had recognized Lu Jianhong a long time ago, but seeing that Lu Jianhong's current style was no longer comparable to that of the propaganda committee members of the past, he had more authority as a leader, and he was driving a million-dollar luxury car, so Not daring to speak out rashly, when Lu Jianhong called her name, she quickly rubbed on the ground a few times to make sure there was no mud on the leather shoes, and then got into the car under the envious eyes of the team members.

  Lu Jianhong drove the car to a credit union not far away where they could park, pulled out a root and said, "One?"

  He Zijian didn't smoke before, but now he was very proficient. He took it skillfully, lit a fire for Lu Jianhong, and then he started to puff.

  " Has Station Master He retired? How are you?" Lu Jianhong asked after taking a puff of cigarette.

   "Retired, he had a cerebral hemorrhage last year and was only discharged from the hospital a few days ago." He Zijian said in a low voice.

  Lu Jianhong couldn't help being silent for a moment. Unpredictable things happen, these words are not false at all, thinking back then that He Baohua was as strong as a cow, and he could drink a catty of wine for each meal twice a day, who would have thought that it would be like this now?

   "How did you get to the urban management team? Isn't it all about publicity?"

He Zijian's fingers trembled, as if he had been burned by a cigarette that was about to burn out, and he said after a while, "Dad has always had a very good relationship with Secretary Wu. Later, after Secretary Wu was transferred, the new Secretary Lin was very shy. First he took away his position as station master, and then he forced Dad to retire. As for me..." He Zijian smiled wryly at this point.

  Lu Jianhong knew that he had been punished. He Zijian made no major mistakes, and the personnel authority is not in the hands of the secretary, but adjusting a job, such as transferring to the urban management to strengthen the management of the urban management, this is a very high-sounding excuse, and it is also a simple one-sentence matter. You are a little clerk with no background or background, can you still smash the sky with stones?

Lu Jianhong can also feel this feeling of being excluded. When the towns merged, from Pingqiao to Gaohe, all the local people from Gaohe held important positions, while those who came from other towns were basically marginal figures. , It is not their place to sit in the office, they are all doing drudgery such as clearing money and debts.

  " There is no distinction between high and low jobs. You have to set your mind right. Every job needs someone to do it." Lu Jianhong said something that he felt pale and powerless.

  He Zijian also smiled. There is no distinction between high and low jobs, but there are high and low wages!