Speaking of study, Chang Ning was not so active. He was stupid and went to the Party School two or three days in advance. In fact, he missed his younger brother Chang Weiguo. This kid had been enlisted in the army and had not returned home to visit his relatives for three or four years. After changing defense from the southern Xinjiang front line with the troops, he was stationed near the special zone of Nanyue Province.

Later, the letter said that he went to the Army Academy of the Southeast Military Region and went abroad halfway, saying that he was learning the advanced experience of foreign troops. At the end of last year, he sent another letter that he had returned to the XX Army of the Southeast Military Region and joined the ranks of special forces. He was practicing hard in the wild mountains and ridges between Zhijiang Province and Donghai City.

Chang Ning went to search for it after a lot of hardships. When his brothers met, they almost couldn't recognize Chang Weiguo. Chang Ning couldn't help but sigh that the military camp could really make people. Chang Weiguo in this steel furnace no longer had to worry about him, his brother.

Two-thirds of the day were studying and training, and even sat down and spoke in a hurry. Chang Ning, who had been there for two days, was embarrassed to stay. On the 16th day of the first lunar month, he hurriedly drove to the party school to report.

After completing the registration procedures, Chang Ning found his room, regardless of whether it was clean or not, put the quilts of the four beds together, took off his shoes and covered his head and went to bed.

In fact, there is nothing mysterious about the Party School. In Chang Ning's eyes, there is no difference between him and Zhijiang University where he has been there for four years. He teaches a teacher and the exam is still a 100-point system. It's just that eating here doesn't cost money. There are four people in the dormitory, and there are telephones and TVs.

Chang Ning was woken up by the people in the same dormitory, but he opened his eyes and became happy soon. These three were all old acquaintances and old friends. It seemed that they had been happy in the past six months.

"Haha, it's not a family, and I don't go in. As the dormitory director, I represent the dormitory No. 311 of Zhijiang Provincial Party School, and welcome three students from Qingzhou area."

"Haha...", "Bah, you mean nothing." The three companions worked together and smirked and pulled Chang Ning out of the bed.

The participants in this provincial party school cadre training class are all Fu and department-level cadres under the age of 40 in the province, most of whom are under the age of 35. The principle is that one county and one department have a quota.

The three people in the same dormitory as Chang Ning, Ding Guoming is the executive county magistrate Fu of Wanghai County. Chang Ning's old brother. Chen Lingyang, with a bronze-colored face, is the newly assigned county magistrate Fu of Longmen County. He just turned 30 this year. Another one, Jia Xianming, is about 35 years old. He is Director Fu of Qingzhou District Industrial Bureau.

Jia Xianming sat on Chang Ning's bed, punched him first, and then grabbed a pack of cigarettes from his hand and distributed them.

"Hey, you kid is a famous lazy guy, why are you so active this time?"

Chang Ning smiled dryly, shrugged and spread his hands, pretending to be helpless.

"There's no way, Lao Jia, old revolutionaries like you have come. Can we young and younger generations be willing to be mediocre and be willing to be backward?"

Jia Xianming is an old cigarette gun. After lighting a cigarette, he ummed a few times and leaned against the quilt and began to suck the clouds and smog.

Although I haven't been at the Party School seriously, Chang Ning still has some understanding of it. As Ding Ying said, the basic arrangements are no different from those in the school.

Chen Lingyang volunteered to go to the Academic Affairs Office to take it.

Jia Xianming quickly reopened the second cigarette and smiled at Ding Guoming.

"Xiao Ding's old secretary Zhu Yongjun is about to be transferred from Ningzhou City to the Provincial Party Committee to serve as the Organization Minister of the Provincial Party Committee. Xiao Ding, you will be successful in the future, and you can't forget me, Lao Jia."

Ding Guoming smiled politely, "I haven't seen Zhu Ji before leaving Qingzhou."

"Haha, there are people in the court who are easy to be officials, and they have a backrest to straighten their backs." Jia Xianming smiled and pushed Chang Ning with his elbow closed his eyes to rest, "But, little Banxian, you must be careful."

Chang Ning glanced at Jia Xianming, thinking about where to go late. Ding Guoming smiled slightly and asked for him.

"Old Jia, don't scare Xiao Chang either. This is a party school, not a concentration camp. What are you careful about? "

"Oh, it seems you two really don't know." Jia Xianming sat up and said seriously, "I also told me when we went to the director to say goodbye last night."

Yu Guilin, director of the Qingzhou Regional Industrial Bureau, was also the hardcore who was the old reporter Liu Weiming. Chang Ning had met several times and was a straightforward old man.

"We Director Yu said that Zheng Zhiwei, the young man in the Zheng family, is now out of the way. Damn it, people are so angry that they are so angry. I, Lao Jia, have been a national model of labor, and are not as good as an embroidered pillow."

Chang Ning said indifferently: "Damn it, the little white face is just a mouth. Where can he send it to? Heaven and earth? What the Jade Emperor and the King of Hell want are people who can work."

Jia Xianming smiled badly.

"There were more than 200 people in this cadre training class, divided into six classes: five men and one woman. We and Haizhou City organized into the fifth class. The political counselor of this fifth class is this young man with a belly full of ink."

When Chang Ning heard this, he sat up from the bed and asked in a daze: "Old Jia, what are you saying? Are you saying true?"

Jia Xianming nodded and patted Chang Ning's arm quite understanding.

"How about I say that people are so angry that people are more popular. This kid abandoned his husband and wife and dwelled with Zhang Jingjing, the daughter of Zhang Fuji, the new daughter of the provincial party committee. Now he is at the level of a serious director."

Ding Guoming looked at Chang Ning who was sitting there and hurriedly made a gesture to Jia Xianming. He knew what Chang Ning and his sister often did, and he must have been very excited when he heard about Zheng Zhiwei.

It turned out that when Zheng Zhiwei was studying at Beijing University, he met Zhang Jingjing, who was in the same class. At that time, Zhang Jingjing chased him frantically. Later, after Zheng Zhiwei got married, she still believed in the continuous attack. Last year, Zhang Jingjing's father Zhang Huayun was appointed as the Zhijiang Provincial Party Committee Fu Ji. Zhang Jingjing, who had just returned from studying in the United States, also followed him to Hucheng and became the general manager of Fu, the province's No. 1 foreign trade company.

It was when the Zheng family was in crisis and was about to fall, and Zhang Huayun, who had just arrived, extended a helping hand, and Zheng Zhiwei and Zhang Jingjing were able to reunite. After the Zheng family survived the crisis, Zhang Jingjing, who was still alone, relapsed. Zhang Huayun loved his daughter very much. He ignored the reality that Zheng Zhiwei was married and personally came forward to propose marriage to his daughter. Zheng Shicheng, the head of the Zheng family, failed to ask for it. Both sides hit it off and successfully achieved "good things".

Then Zheng Zhiwei was transferred all the way to Qingyang County and joined the joint cadre training class of four southeastern provinces and one city. A few months later, he became the director of the Foreign Propaganda Department of the Provincial Party Committee Propaganda Department. So Zhang Fuji intends to train his precious son-in-law, and takes advantage of his opportunity to be in charge of the party school to transfer Zheng Zhiwei to the party school to "help" and make him a cadre.

"Haha, it's so damn enemy, it's so narrow." Chang Ning lay back on the bed, raised his legs high and swayed, "Okay, okay, this time the Party School has not come in vain."

Jia Xianming looked at Ding Guoming, and Ding Guoming hurriedly said, "Xiao Chang, this is a party school after all, so you can't do anything randomly."

"Did I say you want to do something random? Am I like a person who is messing around?" Chang Ning rolled his eyes and stared at Ding Guoming with a cunning smile on his face. "The son-in-law of Fu Ji of the Provincial Party Committee, hehe, I want to see what kind of person looks like."

With a "bang", the door of the dormitory was pushed open, and Chen Lingyang appeared at the door with a large number of books in his arms.

Next to Chen Lingyang, there was another person holding a stack, showing only a white and handsome smile. It was Zheng Zhiwei, the son-in-law of Zhang Huayun, the provincial party committee member.

Jia Xianming and Ding Guoming hurriedly stood up, and while greeting each other politely, they took the two people's chests.

Chang Ning slanted Zheng Zhiwei lazily, threw the cigarette butt, hugged his chest with both hands, closed his eyes and disappeared.

Ding Guoming said politely: "Counselor Zheng, please sit down."

Zheng Zhiwei smiled and shook his hand, walked straight to Chang Ning's bedside and sat down, and patted his legs with his hand.

"Little Banxian, when you see Lao Peng, you don't even say hello, you are so good at pretending to be garlic."

Jia Xianming next to him listened and thought to himself that it was going to be bad. Isn’t Zheng Zhiwei adding fuel to the fire? If Xiao Chang starts, these people will definitely not be able to hold on.

Ding Guoming was also in the same way as Jia Xianming. He winked at Chen Lingyang who was stunned and signaled him to make some preparations. Once Chang Ning took action, he rushed to suppress him without hesitation. It is not a joke to attack the leader in a sacred place like the Party School.

"Young man, it's true that I owe your old man a favor, but it doesn't mean I won't beat you anymore. Remember that if you don't beat you now, it doesn't mean I won't beat you tomorrow."

Jia Xianming and the others secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Xiao Chang was very tricky, but one thing is certain that his fist would not be extended.

"Okay, please remember first, Xiao Banxian, get up quickly, I'm here to treat you to a meal. Our comrades from Qingzhou are just gathering together."

Chang Ning laughed, his eyes were not open, his legs were swaying, and he looked disdainful.

"You little face, you little face, you're so refreshed and silly. The rich man is playing with ingots in front of the door, and the bank is yelling about money. Are you two hundred or stupid or bold?"

Zheng Zhiwei did not think it was offended at all. The little fairy nowadays was not the beggars of the past. Who dared to compete with him with more money? He snatched his fingers and the money that flowed out could crush several people to death.

"Haha, I won't compare with your little Banxian to more money. I'll ask you, will you go?"

Chang Ning finally opened his eyes, stared at Zheng Zhiwei and asked, "You little face, are you a counselor in charge of our academic performance?"

Zheng Zhiwei smiled and said, "The academic performance is still subject to the exam. I, as a counselor, are only responsible for the management of daily affairs."

"Go away, fart counselor, wherever you are comfortable." Chang Ning closed his eyes again.

"However, I am responsible for two courses, Party History and Philosophy."

Chang Ning was stunned and sat up, "Damn it, you can do it?"
Chapter completed!