Chapter 356 Philosophers have no worries and wise men are always happy (crying for votes)

Zeng Yike's meaning is very obvious, that is, these veteran cadres came forward to the city and the province to ask for Wang Zijun's life. Although the chance of winning is not great, the effect of such a move cannot be ignored, and this move also

This fully demonstrates the former director of the Communist Party of China's strong support for him.

Regarding Zeng Yike's proposal, Wang Zijun smiled and shied away. Although this proposal was not without hope of success, he did not want to leave the impression of forcing the palace.

Even Wang Zijun was very impressed by the trick Qi Zhenghong came up with. It didn't have the slightest spark of fireworks, but it quietly caused him the greatest harm. If he stayed in Lubei County, his position at the deputy department level would probably be

Things will come naturally, but now, with such comprehensive training, his dream of becoming a deputy director will come true.

Keeping you from being promoted may not seem like a big harm, but it is the most powerful tie for an official, and in many cases, this tie will affect a person for life.

Sure enough, it was a sophisticated method, but he didn't know who had done it. Wang Zijun tapped his fingers on the table gently, thinking about his own countermeasures in his heart. As his fingers tapped on the table lighter and lighter, there was a faint hint of

A smile appeared on Wang Zijun's lips.

"County Magistrate Wang, how can the Organization Department of the Provincial Party Committee do this?" Sun Hezhou walked into the office angrily, feeling very unfair for Wang Zijun. As Wang Zijun's former secretary, it can be said that the entire Lubei County is most concerned about Wang Zijun's future.

Among the people, he is also one of them.

Wang Zijun smiled, waved his hand and said: "You can't say that. The documents of the Provincial Party Committee are also for the all-round development of our group of students. As my secretary, Hezhou, you must remember this for me.

!”

Sun Hezhou rarely saw Wang Zijun look so serious, and he couldn't help but feel cold in his heart, and said quickly: "County Magistrate Wang, I will never talk nonsense to others, but this matter is obviously unfair to you!"

"Whether it's fair or not, it's not up to you or me to decide. Your current position is extraordinary. You are the acting head of a township. The situation in Hewan Township is still not optimistic. You don't have to worry about my affairs. You

What I want to think about is how to grasp the overall situation of Hewan Township." The serious look on Wang Zijun's face gradually disappeared, and his voice became calmer.

Sun Hezhou nodded quickly and said, "Don't worry, County Magistrate Wang, I will never let you down."

"Well, I heard that you abolished many of Zhao Zhongze's practices as soon as you went there, including the salary that Zhao Zhongze promised to every ordinary person who pretends to be a sheep." Wang Zijun threw a cigarette to Sun Hezhou and said with a smile.

Sun Hezhou took the cigarette, nodded and said: "County Magistrate Wang, this is Zhao Zhongze's shit. There is no need for us to wipe his ass. Besides, this matter is not a glorious thing. I think it's better to just

That’s good to forget about it.”

Wang Zijun looked at Sun Hezhou who was still a little reluctant to let go in front of him, and smiled softly and said: "Hezhou, I've already posted it when I got back. Although Zhao Zhongze did a bit too much in this matter, he was the party committee member of Hewan Township at the time after all.

***, his promise represented Hewan Township at that time. If you invalidate it, it means that the government does not keep its words, which is not good."

Listening to Wang Zijun's calm words, Sun Hezhou also felt that his actions were a bit inappropriate. He pondered for a moment and said: "County Magistrate Wang, don't worry, I will handle this matter when I get back."

Having said this, Sun Hezhou pondered for a moment and then said: "County Magistrate Wang, since I want you cadres to develop in an all-round way, I think you might as well go back to the party school to complete your unfinished studies. Why should you stay here?"

Cleaning up other people’s messes?”

Sun Hezhou's chest was heaving a little at this time. His behavior reflected the resentment of those close to Wang Zijun. No matter what it was, the position of county party committee secretary should belong to Wang Zijun, but now

The situation is that Wang Zijun has lost the qualification to be the county party committee secretary.

"I am still the county magistrate of Lubei County." Wang Zijun patted Sun Hezhou on the shoulder and said in a deep voice.

Sun Hezhou left, and after talking about a few more things with Wang Zijun, Wang Zijun looked at Sun Hezhou's leaving figure, and the smile on his face became brighter.

And just after word spread that Wang Zijun was about to be prevented from entering the county party committee, many people also took action at the same time. An invisible storm will stir up again with these activities.

In the office building of the Provincial Party Committee of Jiang Province, Lin Zeyuan was sitting on his office chair, smiling and talking to Wang Guangrong about some things in the province. After talking about a problem about the use of cadres, Lin Zeyuan smiled and said to Wang Guangrong:

"Glorious, I heard that Zijun was bullied. If he feels uncomfortable in Shan Province, just let him come back! We also have a place for him to show his ambitions in Jiang Province."

Wang Guangrong did not expect that Lin Zeyuan would suddenly mention the matter of Wang Zijun. He was also very angry about this matter, but he did not expect that Lin Zeyuan would advance the matter in advance. He pondered for a while and said: "Lin ***, thank you.

He thinks highly of Zijun, but this kid has a stubborn temper, he said that he can solve his problems and we don't need to worry too much."

Lin Zeyuan laughed and said: "It seems that this kid is not only older, but also has a better temper. Well, I want to see what tricks this kid can play. The best thing is to prevent that person from stepping down!"

Lin Zeyuan didn't say who that person was, but Wang Guangrong knew in his heart who the provincial party committee member was talking about. If he was to dislike that person, I'm afraid he was several times more displeased than Lin Zeyuan. Who could let this guy ruin him?

What about my son's future? It's not very polite to interfere in the younger generation's fight.

The late spring in Beijing already showed the flavor of summer, and the warm wind hit his face. Mo Xiaobei, dressed in casual clothes, looked like a poplar tree, standing beside the small lake where Mr. Mo was fishing.

There was no wind in the sky, and a motionless fish bobber stood alone on the frozen lake. Mr. Mo stared at the fish bobber intently, with no expression on his face. If it weren't for the sunset in the center of the lake being reflected redly in his eyes,

, Mo Xiaobei, who was standing aside, thought grandpa was asleep.

In the Mo family, when Mr. Mo is fishing, he is most afraid of being disturbed. "When fishing, I only see fish floats!"

The first time he went fishing with his grandfather, Mo Xiaobei came there just to have fun. Unexpectedly, the old man who was concentrating on fishing ignored her as soon as he arrived at the lake.

Her loving grandfather actually said this to her with a straight face.

Mr. Mo's arm holding the fishing rod seemed to move, and Mo Xiaobei's heart tightened, as if it was not his grandfather who was fishing but her. Mr. Mo did not raise the fishing rod as suddenly as she expected, and he spoke again

He calmed down at every turn, his face still expressionless.

Mo Xiaobei quietly raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was almost six o'clock. He sighed secretly in his heart. It seemed that the privileges he could usually exercise in the Mo family were no longer valid at this moment. He moved quietly and moved a little.

Mr. Mo stayed a little away and turned on his cell phone, which he had turned off so as not to disturb grandpa's fishing.

The cell phone that had been turned off all afternoon was suddenly released, and he released a series of short messages without hesitation. Mo Xiaobei took a cursory look, and then glanced at his grandpa in the distance. Grandpa remained as before.

Sitting on the shore of the lake, this made her secretly anxious. At the same time, she had to admire her grandfather's determination.

Mo Xiaobei put his cell phone into the pocket of his jeans and slowly walked back to his grandfather. Grandpa's fish hasn't been caught yet, so there may be no surviving fish in the lake.

The cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang, startling Mo Xiaobei. Before Mo Xiaobei could regret his negligence of forgetting to turn it off, Mr. Mo had already stared at her with a burning gaze, a thin layer covering his face.

Thin frost.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry, I, I..." Mo Xiaobei was in a panic and didn't know what to say.

"Answer it, it's rude not to answer the call with your phone on." Mr. Mo turned around, as if he was instructing Mo Xiaobei, or saying to himself.

Mo Xiaobei pressed the answer button in a panic, her hands shaking a little. She used the corner of her eyes to secretly scan the expression on Mr. Mo's face, wondering if he was disturbing his rare leisure time because he had his cell phone on.

Unhappily, what I saw was grandpa's calm and peaceful demeanor.

The call was actually from Wang Zijun. It was nothing, just a greeting. Obviously, this call, which was so rare on weekdays and made Mo Xiaobei feel extremely sweet, had lost its former appeal!

Mr. Mo no longer paid attention to his fish bobber, and stared at the setting sun in the western sky with squinted eyes. Mo Xiaobei couldn't see his grandfather's gaze, but somehow felt that his grandfather's eyes must be cold and cold at this moment.

Turning his head slightly, Mr. Mo looked at Mo Xiaobei, who had a tight little face, with a rare trace of kindness on his face, and asked: "Why, that boy asked you to file a complaint against me?"

"No, he never tells me about his troubles at work, but you can't hide it from me!" Mo Xiaobei grabbed a handful of fish food and threw it into the small lake, and then said: "Grandpa, Yang Dulu

It’s really too much!”

"What Yang Dulu did was a bit too much, but Zijun was also too cruel. With this move, Yang Juncai was about to get the deputy director level. Not to mention, this temporary training also ended in a disastrous failure. Others

Not to mention, this incident alone is enough for him to sit on the bench for two years."

Mr. Mo gently shook the fishing rod in his hand and continued: "Although Yang Dulu bullies the small, he is also very generous and can see very far. For Yang Juncai, this kind of thing is very serious.

The harm of not dealing with it and suppressing it will be much less, so you can’t accept this."

Regarding Mr. Mo's analysis of Yang Dulu at this time, Mo Xiaobei had no intention of listening. He stamped his feet and stepped to Mr. Mo's side. He looked at Mr. Mo quietly with his eyes and said nothing.

Mr. Mo is by no means a dull person. Although he will not gossip in front of his family, he still makes some exceptions for his granddaughter Mo Xiaobei. Back then, he had been fighting for many years, and he was not afraid of heaven and earth, but when faced with the most difficult thing about himself,

My doting granddaughter, who acted coquettishly without saying a word, could no longer hold back any longer.

He and Mo Xiaobei looked at each other for a few times, then begged for mercy: "Okay, okay, stubborn girl, just think I'm afraid of you, okay? I'll help you solve this matter, but that boy Shan Sheng can't stay here any longer.

, since Yang Dulu has become ruthless, it is better to let him go back to Jiang Province or other provinces, his qualifications are there, after a year and a half, it should not be a problem to become a deputy department level. "

"Do we have to leave?"

Mo Xiaobei is extremely smart in the professional field, but she is a little indifferent to the world, and even a little naive and naive for her age. However, her love for Wang Zijun is instinctive and comes from the heart.

Yes, her love for him was so devoted, and there was absolutely no pretense. Mo Xiaobei didn't understand the things in the officialdom, but she knew what leaving Shan Province meant to her beloved man.

"What should I do if I don't leave? Yang Dulu used his position as deputy governor to keep Nie Hejun silent, and the documents of the Qing Cadre Class, no matter where they were obtained, were kept openly. There is nothing wrong with it. Now you understand in your heart

You can't tell Zijun because he is mute." Mr. Mo stood up from his horse and said to Mo Xiaobei with a smile.

"This is Yang Dulu's brilliance. You can't even complain about it even if you suffer a loss." Mr. Mo sighed with emotion and looked at Mo Xiaobei.

To be honest, Mo Xiaobei is not willing to let his beloved man get involved in these endless political struggles, disturb him, or even torment him. However, from the wedding night, he regards the most precious thing as a girl.

From the moment I gave it to him

, she regards this man as her entire life. She doesn’t want to see him get into trouble at work. Whenever she thinks of the man she loves being in melancholy silence at this moment, Mo Xiaobei even has a kind of persuasion.

His urge to retreat from the rapids!

However, she won't do this. She knows him too well. What he wants is a sense of accomplishment and a sense of responsibility. This is a man with pursuits. No difficulties or obstacles can stop him from moving forward bravely!

"But I don't think he will leave." Mo Xiaobei rubbed his two sexy little hands gently and said firmly.

"Then we can only let Yang Dulu sharpen his edges." Mr. Mo gently lifted the fishing rod, and a half-foot-long carp was lifted out of the water, its silver scales glowing under the sun.

Dazzling light.

"Girl, I can't help it. Although what Yang Dulu did this time is a bit unethical, I can't say anything. After all, Yang Juncai also suffered a loss. What's more, Yang Dulu's skills are superb. I can't say anything. It's best.

Move away, it will be beneficial to both parties." Mr. Mo put down the fishing rod again and said to Mo Xiaobei seriously.

Mo Xiaobei didn't say anything. Although she was repulsed by such a statement to her grandfather, she also knew in her heart that what Mr. Mo said was true. The influence of the Yang family was no less than that of their Mo family. Now Yang Jun has suffered so much.

It's a big loss. Even if the old man takes action, I'm afraid Yang Dulu won't give in anymore. But his beloved man has suffered such a big loss, will he swallow it willingly?
To be continued...