Power and Wealth

Afternoon.

The Light Street Office is full of angry arguments from top to bottom.

“Did you hear that? The Ping An Street Office took the nomination of a model unit. ”

“I knew it! What the hell! How did you pick it? ”

“Just like them? The expedition has to be brushed down! ”

“We have more than a dozen provincial nominations, but one province can only be selected by one or two units, and they certainly can't. ”

“Yes, the last time Lee's restaurant made such a loud noise, how many residents called to report it, but did they send someone to see the street in peace? No, that's it. Who did they respect? ”

“But I think the district is quite supportive of them. ”

“Alas, exemplary unit, if only we could get here in advance. ”

“They must have walked away from each other, and it would not be their turn to declare normally. ”

Attached building.

Office of the Secretary.

Commander Dong Xuebin went down to carry out the work of the elderly hospital, he sat behind the desk and smoked in the clouds, his face was gloomy and uncertain. In fact, Dong Xuebin now needed a bright track record. He had just killed so many people in all directions, and there was no team, and there was no talking leadership in the district. This led to the relationship between Dong Xuebin and the district gradually becoming distant. At this meeting, he obviously felt the exclusion of the district and other streets, which meant a little marginalization of Dong Xuebin. It was not a good phenomenon, which put a lot of pressure on him, but if at this time Dong Xuebin could take a political record that prevented everyone from speaking, such as the nomination of a model unit, then the problem was solved. Even if the district and others had opinions on his working methods, they could not move him.

Unfortunately, just think about it.

The national model unit, the national advanced unit, Dong Xuebin knows how difficult these are. The weight of a nomination alone is enormous. It is not necessary to do a good job. To publicize properly, there must be typical events, and people can't pick out problems at work. These are all necessary.

Chu Qinghua!

Ping An Street Office!

Dong Xuebin's eyes squinted and severely strangled the cigarette butt.

The bell, the bell, the phone jumped the word "mother."

“Hello.” Dong Xuebin reached out and answered the phone. "Mom, what is it? ”

"'What's the matter?" said Xiaoping. Busy working? ”

Dong Xuebin sighed: “It's just not good. It's okay, huh? Where are you and the others?” There was a car horn across the phone.

“Well, off work, Mom said to go check on you. ”

“Oh, it's time, all right, you come on. ”

“In Nanshan District, right? Mom doesn't know your family. Where are you waiting? ”

“So, you go to Kwangming Street, there is a small garden to the east, you wait for me in front of the garden, not far from our family yard. ”

“Okay, I'll see you later. ”

“By the way, you buy some food, there's nothing left in the house. ”

“Just lazy, okay. ”

Hanging up the line, Dong Xuebin looked at the watch and lowered his head to finish the work at hand as soon as possible. He left work 10 minutes earlier and drove to the garden on Guangming Street.

At around 5 pm, Dong Xuebin arrived without seeing his mother's figure, so he stepped out and sat in the bench at the garden door, smoking and waiting.

One minute… Five minutes… Ten minutes… Suddenly, Xiaoping came a long way with a handful of vegetables.

Dong Xuebin glanced at his mother and stood up and walked that way. However, what made him slightly surprised was that there were others beside his mother, a middle-aged man in his 40s, a middle-aged woman in his 40s or so, and a man in his early 30s, all dressed up like a suit shirt. Unlike a family, he looked like someone from an organic state enterprise. The middle-aged man at this moment is laughing and talking to Xiaoping.

“Sister, is Ping An Street with you? ”

“Across the street, this is a bright street. ”

“Oh, do you live in this neighborhood? Do you know where it is? ”

“I don't live here, I don't know. ”

A few people asked questions, and finally asked about the frequent gatherings of elderly people nearby. Xiaoping measured them with great vigilance and didn't say much.

Dong Xuebin shouted in his heart. “Mom! ”

“Xiaobin.” It must be in Xiaoping's eyes that she was afraid to meet some gang of women traffickers. It was reassuring to see her son coming. Xiaobin's fighting power she knew.

”'This is..." said Dong Xuebin.

“No.” Xiaoping Xiaoping whispered: “I don't know what it is. ”

Seeing this elder sister so vigilant, Cheng Yan winter smiled, “I'm sorry, we didn't mean anything by asking for directions, sorry to bother you. ”

Dong Xuebin certainly wouldn't think that several people were trafficked in women. When he came here, he saw a emerald necklace on the neck of a middle-aged man, tormented the antique collection for so long. Of course, Dong Xuebin's insights are not comparable to those of ordinary people. The necklace of the dragon is very heavy, it has about a finger length, half a finger width. It's more like a toy object, ice, green is enough. This thing is worth at least a million now. Where did someone with such a precious necklace abduct women?

Ask Ping An Street?

To the old house?

Dong Xuebin looked at them and said: "Is he the leader of the model study group of the Central Cherisher? ”

All three were stunned, apparently unresponsive.

Zheng Dongqi said: “Are you? ”

Dong Xuebin reached out and shook his hand, “Dong Xuebin, director of the Guangming Street Office. ”

The three of them laughed bitterly at each other. They were not expecting to be recognized at random. They also met such a young street chief.

Cheng Zheng also shook his hand in the winter, “Hello, I am an old-timer in the whole country, Cheng Zheng Zheng. ”

Another middle-aged woman and man also introduced herself, one from the Ministry of Civil Affairs and one from the centre of the regiment. Dong Xuebin could see that Cheng Yan Dong was probably the leader of this expedition team, but these people should not be high-level leaders, just cadres at the general level. It would be nice to have a deputy office at the right level, and the right to hold office is not so strong. However, since he was responsible for more than a dozen nominated inspections in North River Province, it would not be possible to see his job rights alone. Cheng Yan Estimated to be the first decision maker of the expedition team in the survey to honor the old model unit. As long as he nodded his head, the nomination would definitely report to the center, and he would not necessarily get the title of the model unit, but at least he was selected, so the nominated unit would definitely have to find a way to serve him well.

"“ How many leaders are welcome to visit Nanshan District, "said Dong Xuebin." I thought tomorrow's meals and accommodations had not yet been arranged? I'll get in touch? ”

Shaking his hand in the winter, he laughed, “Don't bother, the hotel has been booked. ”

Middle-aged woman, look at him, "Captain, over there? ”

Cheng Yan winter nodded, did not tell Dong Xuebindo any more, said goodbye and left, looking in the direction of the Ping An Street office area across the road.

This way, Dong Xuebin also took the dishes in Ma's hand, “Ma, let's go. ”

“Are those from the center?” Xiaoping asked.

Dong Xuebinyi, “Looking at the model unit, it looks like he wants to have a surprise attack, micro-suit private interview, but it has nothing to do with our street. ”

Xiaoping shouted, “Why don't you report to the district? ”

This reminded Dong Xuebin. He laughed in silence: “Okay, Mom, looks like Comrade Yang has been indoctrinating your system. Your political wisdom is higher than mine. ”

"Xiaoping laughed.“ How dare you step on her? ”

“Oh, I'm complimenting you. ”

Family building.

Upon entering the house, Xiaoping died and did not let Dong Xuebin work with him. Instead, he went into the kitchen himself and mumbled dinner.

At first glance, Dong Xuebin sat on the sofa with a smile. Ma was right before. The expedition came sneaking in and let itself be met. Reasonably enough, he should have informed Ping An Street. Although the contradiction between Dong Xuebin and Chu Qinghua could not be reconciled, there should still be a big view of Dong Xuebin. Moreover, he met with the leader of the inspection team. In case Cheng Dong Xuebin revealed his mouth and let the district know that Dong Xuebin had arrived early and did not report up, then Dong Xuebin's position was embarrassing, which was not informed.

Therefore, Dong Xuebin called Ping An Street Party Office. Of course, he would not contact Chu Qinghua directly. They had already torn their faces.

Duh, duh, the phone's on.

“Hello, Party Affairs, who is it?” That's the voice of a young man.

Dong Xuebin's tone is not cold or hot: “I run Dong Xuebin in Guangming Street. ”

The man stunned, “Oh, I'll show you the director. ”

“No need, central examination...”

But the man turned the line directly, do-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, and connected to the director's office.

Dong Xuebin is a little annoyed. He's paralyzed. Can't you hear me? You didn't even see me in the street!

“Hello.” Chu Qinghua's voice rang over there.

Dong Xuebin coldly said: “I, Dong Xuebin. ”

“Hmm?” The first silence, "Oh, it's Director Dong, can I help you? ”

What's your tone?

Dong Xuebin was too lazy to talk to him. He went straight to the theme: “On my way back, I met the leader of the study group of the Central Cherisher Model Unit. I have arrived in Nanshan District. I am asking for directions on the street. I asked you for the address of the nursing home. Get ready in advance. ”

Chu Qinghua frowned, “Already here?” Seems a little unbelievable.

“Anyway, I've already said...”

“Got it! ”

Dudu, Chu Qinghua hung up the line directly.

Grass your father!

Dong Xuebin is in flames, I kindly and kindly inform you, so that you can prepare in advance for the sudden attack of the other party, so that no one can beat you by surprise, you are well, what the fuck attitude is this? Do I owe you or what? Hang up before I finish? Not even a word of thanks!?

Old man!!

(To be continued)