Power and Wealth

A few days later.

Already in August, the dry heat in the air gradually became less obvious.

On Friday morning, Dong Xuebin drove the street office of New Santana to the South Mountain District Committee compound and went upstairs into a conference room. There was a meeting in the district today, it was a wrap-up meeting on greening work. When Dong Xuebin went into the conference room, most of the street office leaders and relevant department leaders arrived. The people in the district political axe office were busy before and after, preparing documents and information.

Once Dong Xuebin arrived, there was a moment of sudden silence inside.

A lot of people looked at him sideways, and then they took their eyes back, and they were busy.

“Old Liu, are you here? ”

“Just arrived. When did you get here? ”

“It's been a while, eh, Lee's here too? Aren't you sick? ”

“Little sickness, infusion, it's okay. ”

“Oh, that's good. ”

Familiar leadership cadres greeted each other, sitting next to each other, but none of them greeted Dong Xuebin.

Dong Xuebin knew it would be this situation, so he got used to it, so he arrived late on purpose and came in stuck at the beginning of the meeting.

A moment later, the mayor of Yuehua arrived.

At the beginning of the meeting, everyone sat upright.

Dong Xuebin noticed Geng Yuehua's expression, still as usual, a beautiful face slightly calm, not angry and presumptuous appearance, her eyes did not look at herself for a moment, as if she did not know anything at all, her gaze swept slightly below, made a speech about environmental work. Instead of listening, Dong Xuebin glanced at Yuehua District's full-bodied body and wondered what underwear she was wearing today, or was it red? Hollow? Lace lace? Or is it the bright green one? Apart from meeting in the district, Dong Xuebin hasn't seen her much this month. Geng Yuehua seems to be busy working. She hasn't lived in the street dormitory for a long time. She hasn't returned a text message. The phone call is also a hard-bone tone of the office, which makes Dong Xuebin depressed but also misses her.

Quiet on the stage, Geng Yuehua's speech stopped.

At the bottom of the cadre, nature is also a cold cicada, they all look at the past, I don't understand what happened.

Geng Yuehua stared coldly at Dong Xuebin, who walked beneath him. His voice was solemn: “Director Dong! ”

“Hmm?” Dong Xuebin returned to the gods and drew his eyes back on the chest of Geng Yuehua's drum bag, "District Manager Yuehua? You called me? ”

Geng Yuehua spoke a little chilly, "Repeat what I just said! ”

All the cadres at the site looked at Dong Xuebin with a different expression.

Dong Xuebin smiled bitterly as soon as he heard it. He said that you had spoken for 10 minutes, without having to make a statement. Where do you think to say it? Dude, where do you repeat it? Besides, he didn't listen to Geng Yuehua at all. He looked at her body and guessed what underwear she was wearing.

Dong Xuebin simply stopped talking.

District secretary Marie frowned and looked at Dong Xuebin.

Deputy Managing Director Shen Fei shook his head slightly.

The atmosphere at the meeting was stiff, only listening to Geng Yuehua's cold and icy voice: “If anyone doesn't want to listen to the future work, who doesn't have the heart to listen, yes, report to me in advance, I specifically approve you not to come!” Although it was said to everyone, it was clearly directed at Dong Xuebin alone.

Dong Xuebin's prick was struck again. I can't remember the first time this month.

Some people laugh bitterly, some people want to laugh, that's what happens when people get angry.

An hour later, it would dissipate and Geng Yuehua walked out of the conference room with a bandaged face, without a moment's delay.

Dong Xuebin looked back at the charming back of the head of Yuehua District. He reached out and rubbed his head slightly. It was hard to say. This can't go on.

This month, Dong Xuebin appeared to be like no one else, what to do, what to rest, but how much pressure was there to work, but only he knew that Wang An Shi was not completely well, but the cadres of the royal family were not sick, Dong Xuebin, but any department that wanted to carry out any work in the street, there would be a royal family jumping out, either playing Tai Chi or shaking his face, as for the Geng department, Dong Xuebin understood why the mayor of Yuehua District had still been singing the opposite with himself, Dong Xuebin put Geng Xinke into the party school is well known, in the system, people in position, a lot of things are no longer personal matters, Geng Yuehua knocked himself, probably to show an attitude with everyone, presumably he had no choice, Dong Xuebin also understood.

However, as the day goes on, Dong Xuebin gets worse and worse.

The district secretary's pulse, the district mayor's pulse, deliberately and unintentionally pressed the bright street to do it, as if he had raised his sword, and he didn't know when to strike again.

And Dong Xuebin? I can only sit here and die, and this feels bad.

Suppressed by the political axe of the entire district, Dong Xuebin is now idle like a virtual cadre. No cadres from other departments are willing to deal with him. Few departments are willing to cooperate with their street work. Their offices are almost a setup at this time, which does not seem useful. Now it's good that Geng Yuehua is in power and represents the District Council's comprehensive work. At best, she knocks herself slightly in the mouth and in the action, does the appearance, does not want to move her own meaning, but Wang An Shi? When his illness returns, it will not be easy to say, Dong Xuebin will not save Wang An Shi's appendicitis. He will definitely be offended to death. When Wang An Shi returns, he will obviously not speak as well as the Yuehua District Governor.

I'm not optimistic.

It has not been long since Wang An Shi was discharged from the hospital. We need to think of a solution soon.

… in the morning, Light Street Office.

When he returned to his office, Dong Xuebin lit a cigarette and thought about the solution with all his brains.

In the beginning, Dong Xuebin was prepared to offend all the people's thoughts after killing the Quartet regardless of his family name, but he still thought about things a little simpler. At that time, he was bloody hot and gambling. Dong Xuebin had some regrets that he had not listened to Yang Zhaode's advice. Indeed, if he were to move to other streets in other districts, even though he had to start from scratch, the character relationship would have to be reconstituted from scratch, but at least there would not be so many resistance and enemies now, and it would be much easier to think about Dongshan again. Unlike now, doing a little bit of things would be blocked, he would not even give it in the opportunity area to make some grades, and he would only be able to play games and hold meetings in the office all day, making no sense.

Dong Xuebin sorted out the problem back and forth. He immediately felt the urgency of the crisis. He had approached him step by step. If he continued like this, the official position could not be maintained. Someone would definitely touch him!

Kill one?

Whoever tortures me, I torment who?

Dong Xuebin came up harshly. This girl has always been this way of working. She can think about it, but she calmed down with a bitter smile. When did she report the grievances? Dong Xuebin still has some faith in her ability to fight, but this is a tender to cure the symptoms. One more fight, the other will stand up, the second will stand up, the third will stand up, and when will she be the leader? It's not over! Besides, at most, it is offensive. It will only be bad for Dong Xuebin's work. It won't be advantageous, it won't do any good!

Now Dong Xuebin is not thinking about how to continue the struggle, he needs to get out of the stalemate he has created for himself!

Grades!

Performance!

This is what Dong Xuebin needs most!

Dong Xuebin glanced at himself and came to Nanshan District for two months. The settling of the model unit has allowed him to accumulate some political capital, that is, his qualifications are still close. Dong Xuebin felt that all he needed to do at this moment was to grab a job and earn another performance, and then Pug up to the deputy office, so that Dong Xuebin could get out of the current environment and get back on track with the system.

But a performance sufficient for Dong Xuebin to improve... How easy is it to talk about?

At present, Dong Xuebin's work is confined to the district and district departments. It is too difficult for anyone to give Dong Xuebin a chance to turn around.

At this time, Dong Xuebin entered his first political lowlife after politics. Of course, trying to jump outside is not that simple. Too many people in the system are walking lower and lower during the political lowlife, and then this slump falls on Xishan. Yes, the number is unclear. Dong Xuebin does not want to be one of them.

To extinguish the cigarette butt, Dong Xuebin rubbed his eyebrows.

A turnaround, he needs a chance to turn him over!

Think, think.

Think, think.

Achievement... Deputy... Achievement... Achievement... Dong Xuebin's eyes suddenly fell on a newspaper in the upper right corner of his desk. This is yesterday's Fenzhou City newspaper. It is one of the newspapers ordered inside the street. Dong Xuebin's eyes couldn't help but move. His mind flashed a thought. If he could use forward time to see the Journal of Fenzhou City for a few days, he might have had a chance to turn Dong Xuebin around. But once you think about it, it's not very good. Fenzhou City is too big. Yantai County belongs to Fenzhou City, and Nanshan District belongs to Fenzhou City. If there are so few pages of news, if Dong Xuebin doesn't record what he wants to see, isn't that a waste? Why don't you try the South Morning Post again? Can't you? The scope seems too large. All Dong Xuebin wants to see now is what's happening on the light street. It's the only thing that has anything to do with him.

For example, personnel changes in the Office over a number of days.

For example, reports on the work of the Office in a few days' time.

These can't be seen in the City Gazette or the South Morning Gazette. Even if lucky enough to encounter them, the estimation will not be detailed, at most a few lines of description will pass by. The effect of forward time is already short. Dong Xuebin can't bet on luck. The situation is too bad for him. Dong Xuebin can't gamble. He must think of a plan.

That's it!

There seems to be a newspaper inside the office!

It looks like an internal newsletter!

(To be continued)