Wang Siyu returned to the guesthouse department of Yintai Hotel and waited for nearly an hour before the leaders of the working group returned one after another, with their faces ashen and looking at their expressions, he knew that things were not going well, especially Director Huang of the Letters and Visits Office, where three band-aids appeared out of thin air on his white and clean face.

The dinner was very rich, but everyone was not in a high mood, so they ate it either salty or lightly for a meal. Put down the bowls and chopsticks, Secretary-General Zhou looked around and said slowly: "A meeting will be held in half an hour. Everyone will summarize the progress of today's work."

In a multi-functional conference room on the 13th floor of the hotel, the members of the working group sat early, Wang Siyu sat in the back seat, holding paper and pen in his hand, preparing to make the meeting minutes. More than ten minutes later, Vice Minister Liu and Secretary Zhou were finally present.

Director Huang reported with a sad face. It turned out that he went to a reporter's house to apologize, but the other party refused to open the door at first. After he repeatedly begged, he finally entered the house. But if he let him grind his lips, he refused to let go and said that the matter was not over. He must let the people of the whole province see how awesome the petition office in Qingzhou is. Even the reporter from the provincial TV station was beaten.

Director Huang hurriedly said that the hitters would be severely punished, and those who attacked them would be dismissed from public office. He also hinted that the other party's city leaders decided to make certain financial compensation to both of them. As long as they did not make a big deal, they would make any requests, but the other party looked disdainful of this and insisted that this was definitely not a matter of money, but they just couldn't swallow this.

He had to go to another store to work in the reporter's house, hoping to find a breakthrough, but he didn't expect that the store was even more powerful. The reporter's wife was very tough. Not only did she throw the gift out of the window, she also reached out to grab Director Huang's face several times. Director Huang originally wanted to beg for a while in a low voice, but when he saw the woman turn around and run into the kitchen, she rushed out with a kitchen knife, she was shocked and fleeing in panic.

During this day, Director Huang was so angry that he couldn't help but complain when reporting, saying that some reporters now have low quality and fanned the flames everywhere, fearing that the world will not be in chaos. They often threaten exposure and take the opportunity to threaten to seek benefits, which really ruined the face of the press.

After listening to Director Huang's report, Secretary-General Zhou frowned and thought to himself that your petition office had caused such a big disaster, which caused a group of us to come out to help you put out the fire. It would be fine if you didn't do your job well today, but why did you complain? It wouldn't be your turn to complain, but he didn't bother with Director Huang, but just nodded and said thank you for your hard work, turned to Deputy Minister Liu and said, "Old Liu, how is your situation there?"

Deputy Minister Liu looked solemn, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then slowly shook his head and said, "I found several people from the Propaganda Department of the Provincial Party Committee, but I didn't want to care. Finally, there was someone who was willing to help, but was blocked by a deputy director of the other party. The other party said that Director Fang of the TV station was furious after knowing this, threatening to give the big men in Qingzhou City a little color."

After saying that, he turned his teacup and stopped talking, but just smoked with his head in his mouth. Deputy Minister Liu knew that if this matter was not handled properly, he would definitely lose points in Secretary Zhang of the Municipal Party Committee. But there was no way. He was airborne from the provincial government agency half a year ago. He was not familiar with the business of the propaganda office. In addition, he worked in Qingzhou for too short time, and the leaders of the Municipal Party Committee Propaganda Department didn't buy his account very much, especially when Minister Wang went to study at the Central Party School. Although he was far away from thousands of mountains and rivers, he still held great power and often remotely controlled the affairs of the propaganda department. This made Deputy Minister Liu not only lose his inner responsibilities, but also lost face, making him very passive.

Take this emergency as an example. The section chiefs of several directors who are familiar with the provincial and Taiwan relations were either turned off the phone or said that they could not come back from another place. It was clearly a dismantling of his station, but because the incident happened again on Friday after get off work, you still couldn't tell them if they were off weekends.

In his helplessness, he had to take two deputy section-level chief clerks out for activities. The effect was self-evident, but he could never say this, nor could he say it. You can't tell people everywhere that you have been undermined, right? That would only make people think that you have no work level, and there would be no benefit. So no matter how anxious he is, he would have to look safe on the surface and only hold a fire in his heart.

Secretary-General Zhou actually knew it well. The Propaganda Department had been rumored in private, so naturally he could not hide it from him. He had other opinions on this. Minister Wang held on to power and made the Propaganda Department like a solid piece of iron, which seemed to be solid, but in fact it was a taboo in the officialdom. Half a year ago, the Municipal Party Committee did not pass the candidate for deputy ministers proposed by the Propaganda Department, but in fact it was just a wake-up call for Minister Wang. Don’t you want to create an independent kingdom? I will throw stones and sand into your mountain. Unfortunately, Minister Wang obviously did not receive such a signal accurately. He was in another place and was still making some small moves below. Recently, Secretary Zhang Yang has been very dissatisfied with the work of the Propaganda Department.

Of course, Secretary-General Zhou is also very clear that the main reason why Secretary Zhang expressed his dissatisfaction with the Propaganda Department was that Minister Wang and Mayor Cheng and Deputy Secretary Liu were too close to each other some time ago.

Deputy Minister Liu's answer was as expected by Secretary-General Zhou, so he nodded slightly after listening and said with a wry smile: "Old Liu, the matter is indeed not going well. We have also been treated coldly in the provincial station. It is said that Director Fang has instructed him on the phone that this incident will not only be exposed on TV news, but also compiled into materials and reported to the superiors. The situation is very serious, comrades."

After hearing this, Director Huang's face turned pale and sweat was on his head. He knew that there had been an incident in which law enforcement officers beat up journalists before. After being exposed by the media, the main leaders of the local party and government were severely punished. The matter was in his department, so the responsibility was even greater. It seems that his career was about to come to an end. If the above checked Director Huang's economic problems, the prison disaster would be inevitable.

After Secretary-General Zhou finished speaking, others stopped talking. Wang Siyu found that the atmosphere in the conference room was a little cold, so he stood up and added some hot water to the teacups of the leaders on the table. After walking around, he sat back.

Wang Siyu knew that it was an outrageous thing for him to carry his ears at this meeting. His mouth was basically a decoration. No matter what, it was not his turn to speak, but his hands and feet must be quick. To put it bluntly, the ordinary staff in the Municipal Party Committee Office is no different from the waiters outside. They do the job of serving tea and water. Of course, even such a job is not enough for ordinary people to break their heads. After all, there are endless opportunities here. If luck comes one day and is valued by a leader, the fate of that life may change greatly.

When Wang Siyu returned to his seat and observed carefully there, he felt that the Secretary-General was worthy of being the highest among these people. Whether in his sitting posture or expression, he exuded a sense of grandeur. It was a kind of demeanor of the superior person, probably what people called official power! Deputy Minister Liu's face was as deep as water, and also gave people a profound and unfathomable feeling. The most direct experience of this feeling was that even if he did not speak, no one would dare to ignore his existence. He sat there like a dormant dragon.

Compared with this, Director Huang seemed to lose too much points. From his expression, he could see his inner depression, anxiety, and confusion. His hands were constantly changing shapes and moving positions, but he could not place them safely. Wang Siyu turned his eyes to Deputy Director Zheng, feeling that his expression and behavior were frivolous, and there was a chameleon. When the Secretary-General's gaze swept to him, Zheng Dajun's face would become solemn and serious. Once the gaze was removed, a smile would appear on the corner of Zheng Dajun's mouth. The smile would be a bit gloating no matter how he looked at it. Especially the light at the corner of his eyes was obviously aimed at Director Huang's direction, which made Wang Siyu even more convinced of his judgment. Yes, he was gloating in his heart.

Seeing that everyone was not speaking, Secretary-General Zhou was a little unhappy. He gently knocked on the table with his right hand a few times. The sound was not loud. But everyone felt as if he had received an order and suddenly raised his body. It seemed that his ears were erected. The Secretary-General said in a low voice: "Everyone talks, everyone talks, we need to use the collective wisdom. Let's see how to solve this problem. Xiao Wang, well, your name is Wang Siyu, right? You can talk too."

Wang Siyu couldn't help but be shocked. He didn't expect Secretary-General Zhou to call out his name, and he didn't expect to speak in public. You should know that the thirteen departments, including 60 people in the commission, no matter how good the secretary-general has a good memory, he can't remember the names of each clerk. After all, he has to deal with too many business pragmatisms every day.

He secretly glanced at Deputy Director Zheng and found that Zheng Dajun made him wink and said quickly, so he quickly sorted out his thoughts and said, "I think I have to do work on that Director Fang. The old saying goes, shoot people first. Shoot horses, capture the thief first, capture the king first. As long as he can change his mind, there will be a turning point."

Several leaders just picked up the teacup and drank a sip of tea. After hearing this, they almost sprayed it out. They thought to themselves what a metaphor is this? A director of the provincial TV station and a department-level cadre, they have become like horse thieves in your mouth. However, everyone was suffering from the cold face and butts from the TV station today. He heard what he said, it would be relieved.

Secretary-General Zhou smiled and said, "Xiao Wang is right. He wants to grasp the main contradiction. Aren't Director Fang angry? I think we will come to his door to calm him down. As the saying goes, don't slap people in the face!"

After hearing the Secretary-General's words, Director Huang subconsciously touched the Band-Aid on his face and muttered with a bitter face: "I don't think that's true if I slap people with a smiley face."

He was now very embarrassed, and his expression was extremely aggrieved when he spoke. Everyone felt funny when they heard it, so they burst into laughter, and the atmosphere at the venue suddenly became much more relaxed.

Deputy Director Zheng took a sip of tea, coughed, and said loudly: "I heard of this Master Fang when I was working in the provincial capital. He is known as Fatty Fang. It is said that the backstage is very hard and his style is very domineering. When his temper comes, he looks like a stone in a pit, smelly and hard. This is really difficult."

Deputy Minister Liu bowed his head and whispered to Secretary Zhou: "Brother of Deputy Minister Fang of the Provincial Party Committee Organization Department, should you ask Secretary Zhang Yang to call him directly to clear the situation? That might be better?"

Secretary-General Zhou shook his head slightly with a teacup in his arms, thinking that Vice Minister Liu seemed to be very closed. In the early years, Vice Minister Fang and Secretary Zhang were competitors when they were competing for the mayor of Chunjiang City. The two of them broke up with each other and had a lot of fun and had already formed a bond. In recent years, the relationship between the provincial and municipalities has been tense, and it should have a certain relationship with Secretary Zhang in office.

This greeting cannot be called, it would be better if you don’t, but it may be worse if you beat it. But he cannot make it clear and he can only pretend to be confused. You must not be unclear about the grievances between superiors. If you don’t know, you will easily step on landmines, but if you know it, you must never spread it everywhere. That kind of behavior is a manifestation of political immaturity.

At this time, everyone here spoke, but most of them were vague. They just expressed their support for the Secretary-General's opinion and wanted to do the work of Director Fang. As for how to do it, the Secretary-General did not say anything, so it was difficult for everyone to speak. Director Huang looked bitter and thought to himself that this was caused by the petition office. It seemed that the Secretary-General wanted him to come to the door to relieve others.

Fortunately, Director Huang made the worst plan before leaving. He had already withdrawn 100,000 yuan from his passbook at home and hid it in two Yuxi cigarette boxes. This was actually his last solution. As long as the provincial TV station was willing to settle things and not make things bigger, he had made friends with several powerful officials under Secretary Zhang in the position of Director of Letters and Visits over the years. It would be no problem to keep the black hat after some activities. Thinking of this, his mood became much more stable, and his expression also relaxed, and he no longer looked like he was sitting on pins and needles.

The meeting lasted for more than an hour, and I didn't think of any good idea until the end. After all, Secretary-General Zhou knew best that this storm was impossible to resolve easily. In fact, he had asked an acquaintance in the province to call Director Fang, and the feedback was: "Teacher Fang said it's useless to ask anyone, and there is no room for negotiation."

This sentence is dead, and it is probably difficult to have a living experience. Moreover, Secretary-General Zhou, who has always had a keen sense of smell in politics, has begun to suspect that this incident did not seem to be an accidental emergency. I am afraid that the behind-the-scenes pusher has not yet appeared. Of course, he cannot say this. Doing it even though he knows it is impossible is the best portrayal of his current mood.

After the show ended, Wang Siyu was the last to leave the conference room and returned to the room. He took a hot bath first. After coming out, he looked up at the clock hanging on the wall. It was already 7:30 in the evening. He turned on the TV and wanted to watch the TV series for a while, but he couldn't calm down. He always thought about what happened in the afternoon. The young woman's graceful figure always swayed in front of her eyes, and she smiled and waved to him in a trance.

I don’t know how long it took, but the phone ringing rang. I picked it up and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. After I connected, the sweet voice of a little girl came: "Hello Uncle Wang, I am the girl you rescued in Wuyin Lake this afternoon. Do you have time at nine o'clock in the future? My dad wants to ask you to come out and have a meal together, and in Room 518, Xindu Hotel."
Chapter completed!