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Running money is a basic skill for grassroots cadres. The finances of various places are tight and they have no source of funds, so they can only ask for money from their superiors. As a result, everyone became public beggars appointed by the organization. However, there are skills to ask for money. Some people can come, and some people don’t want to come. No matter what method you use, it is a skill to be able to take money over. However, before the money is coming, the pits to be filled are already full of holes.

Therefore, the education fund promised by Zhao Chengdong is basically empty talk. Doubled next year. It is easy to say it, but difficult to implement it. Who knows what will happen next year, maybe there will be something bigger next year, so it can only be pushed to the next year.

Looking at Zhao Chengdong's well-decorated office, Cheng Jiemin couldn't help but think of the scene where Li Dacheng pulled himself to look at the school building. The strong contrast made Cheng Jiemin restless, and an urge to work hard and chase and get rid of poverty.

He coughed and said, "The three-story office building cannot reflect the appearance of our Kuanyang Township, nor can it represent the level of our Kuanyang Township."

After hearing Cheng Jiemin's words, Zhao Chengdong frowned instinctively. The man surnamed Cheng often made his actions sound high-sounding. Now he has this attitude again. What exactly does he want to do? He doesn't want to decide with him and suppress himself? Thinking about this made him feel quite unhappy, and he felt a sadness that he had a life of Yu He Shengliang. He finally thought of a new idea, but he didn't expect that Cheng Jiemin immediately took the lead and made a grand appearance with a higher tone.

Once it is done, then who is this result?

He was unhappy. Zhao Chengdong's face turned a little dark, and he asked in a thick voice: "When it comes to the township chief Cheng, do you think we should build it?"

"With the rapid development of Xihua Edible Oil Factory, it will greatly improve the financial situation of our Kuanyang Township's financial situation that is insufficient to make ends meet. I looked at it and found that in our Cangliu County, there is not a three-story office building. The three-story office building in Chengguan Town has been built, and the county leaders have become a model image. If we build another three floors, it is nothing more than Dong Shixi Xiaopin."

Cheng Jiemin waved his hand and said, "Although we are not Chengguan and are not on the territory of the county town, at least you, a member of the county party committee, are still in charge of Kuanyang and picking up people. This will damage Secretary Zhao's prestige."

Zhao Chengdong's mouth twitched instinctively and thought to himself, Cheng Jiemin, Cheng Jiemin, what are you talking about here, just like you really care about my prestige! What do you want to do? Gripping your teeth and decided to let Cheng Jiemin continue.

"Sixth floors, I think our office building must adapt to the unified planning of the village. At least six floors must be built to demonstrate the economic strength of our Kuanyang Township." Cheng Jiemin waved his hand and said loudly: "It must not only be built atmospheric, but also ensure quality."

Sixth floor? Grandma, Secretary Zhao has just come to the third floor. Your surname is Cheng has come to the sixth floor. Isn’t this causing trouble for Secretary Zhao? Isn’t this showing that you, the village chief, are you more generous and more skillful than Secretary Zhao Chengdong?

As Zhao Chengdong's iron-killed person, Feng Jicai had to speak. If he didn't help his leader, how could he trust Secretary Zhao in the future?

"Citizen Cheng, you are so relaxed. Although I don't know how to build, these six floors can be built with at least one million yuan. You are a finance bank. Can the economic situation in our village afford this fund?

Feng Jicai said this and said a little exaggeratedly: "If you want me to say that the ten-story building is so grand, the problem is that this can only be thought about, it is purely a whimsical idea."

Cheng Jiemin was not in a hurry and nodded and smiled, "What Director Feng said makes sense. The ten-story building is absolutely grand. If you have the ability, I want to build one. Unfortunately, this can only be an idea. The so-called idea is to think about it, but there is no way. There are difficulties in the ten-story floor, but it may not be impossible to build the sixth floor. When the economic level of our township is further improved, taxes will also increase. Next year or the year after, Guangxihua Edible Oil Factory will provide us with a lot of tax sources. At that time, the six-story office building should not be a dream."

Cheng Jiemin said this and coughed, "Since you want to cover it, just cover it. As the saying goes, you don't have to worry about late meals. It's better to endure it for a year first. When the funds are sufficient next year, everything will be easy."

At this time, Feng Jicai really had the urge to slap himself in the mouth. The six-story building Cheng Jiemin said was simply a painting cake in the air. In fact, it was the same as Secretary Zhao doubled the funds for school renovation next year. He rushed up foolishly and became Cheng Jiemin's gun.

Zhao Chengdong also understood the truth. Although there are only 365 days a year, no one can tell what changes are there in these 365 days. As a young and promising cadre who is valued by Secretary Mo, Zhao Chengdong is still in Kuanyang next year, and it is still an unknown. In his personal wishes, he still wants to promote himself with confidence by creating some political achievements. On this point, he is unambiguous.

But Cheng Jiemin went around this circle and left him with nothing to say. He couldn't wait for a year, and he couldn't say this. However, if he built a six-story office building, he wouldn't be able to do it now.

This Cheng Jiemin is really cunning.

Cheng Jiemin touched his head and then said, "Secretary Zhao, look, we are not afraid of having a good meal late. Let's first make an overall plan, and then follow up and implement it step by step. Do you think this is good?"

"That's it!" Zhao Chengdong was holding a lot of breath in his stomach, but he couldn't find a reason to refute Cheng Jiemin, so he had to do this first.

Under Cheng Jiemin's trick of having a good meal and not being afraid of being late, the meeting ended in vain. Li Tonghuai followed Cheng Jiemin out of Zhao Chengdong's office and said with a smile: "Cometown Chief Cheng, what a spear of his son and a shield of his son!"

"I'm afraid that there will be more dreams at night." Cheng Jiemin touched his nose and said, "Let's go, let's go to the Finance Office."

Zhao Chengdong sat in the office with a gloomy face. Since his plan to build a new office building was dragged down by Cheng Jiemin and he lost his temper, he was a little upset. Now he felt more and more that Cheng Jiemin was deeply rooted in the village. Although the team members did not dare to oppose themselves on the surface, they did not obey them.

This shows the problem.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong"

The knock on the door sounded. Zhao Chengdong said in anger and came in. It was Feng Jicai who felt more and more important to Feng Jicai. Zhao Chengdong stood up from his seat and said, "Ji Cai is here, let's sit!"

Feng Jicai felt very comfortable that he could enjoy this treatment with Secretary Zhao. He also knew the reason for this treatment. At this moment, he understood a little about the reason why Uncle Shi and the border generals were respectful.

As long as Secretary Zhao is suppressed by Cheng Jiemin, the more polite Secretary Zhao will be to himself. Although he knew it in his heart, on the surface, he was more respectful to Zhao Chengdong: "Secretary Zhao, are you busy?"

"I'm not busy with anything, I just look at the documents." Zhao Chengdong lit a cigarette and said in a deep voice: "Jicai, you are an old cadre in the township, tell me. Is this township government compound really stopping like this?"

Feng Jicaixin said what can I do? Cheng Jiemin said so. If you can tell me all the time, you will be able to do it. But you can't hold back the team members in the village, and you are trapped by Cheng Jiemin. You are still surrendering?

He thought so in his heart. But he couldn't say this: "Secretary Zhao, many things are done by man. If the village fails to pass, you can do some work from the county. For example, let Secretary Ma give instructions."

It seems like a way to ask Secretary Ma to give instructions. Zhao Chengdong had thought of this method. But if he had to look for Ma Zhenzhang in such a thing, then how would he think of himself as the Standing Committee member? The child cried and hugged him to his mother, then what would I want you, the Party Secretary?

Just when he was hesitating, Feng Jicai continued: "Secretary, the so-called failure should be done, and he will suffer the consequences!"

Nodding, Zhao Chengdong said, "Then I will go find Secretary Ma in two days."

Just as the two of them were discussing, there was another knock on the door outside. Although Zhao Chengdong was unhappy, he still responded: "Come in."

The first person who came in was Li Dongkai, but he just opened the door. Then the middle-aged man who walked in was wearing a cloth dress and looked very honest. His black wide-brimmed glasses gave people a silly feeling.

Zhao Chengdong really doesn't know this person, and he thought to himself, Li Dongkai, why do you dare to get any bird into my office?

Just as he habitually looked at the man with an oppressive gaze, he saw the man quickly approaching him, stretched out his hands enthusiastically, and said excitedly: "Hello, Secretary Zhao!"

With this sentence, the man grabbed Zhao Chengdong's palm tightly and shook it hard: "Secretary Zhao, on behalf of all the teachers and classmates of our central school, I would like to thank you for supporting the education cause in Kuanyang Township, and for your care and love for the children!"

"Secretary Zhao, this is the leader of the township center education group." Feng Jicai is an old man in the village and knows everyone. Looking at Zhao Chengdong with a confused look on his face, he hurriedly introduced him.

At this time, four primary school students walked out from behind Li Dacheng. The children were wearing shabby clothes and bright red scarves. When Li Dacheng told them that this was Secretary Zhao in our village, the four children quickly stood in a row and solemnly gave a Young Pioneer salute to Zhao Chengdong.

Zhao Chengdong was stunned for a moment about the actions of the four children. Before he could react, he heard the little girl standing in front take out a piece of manuscript paper and chant loudly: "Dear Secretary Zhao, we thank you very much. As a primary school student in Zhangzhuang Village, Kuanyang Township, I have been very excited these two days!"

"...Our old school is about to be renovated. The teacher said that in two months, we will be able to sit in a clean and bright classroom to attend classes. We don't have to pick up the basin when it rains; we don't have to worry about blowing away the textbook when it is windy..."

Listening to the children's childish voices, Zhao Chengdong's original impatient slowly disappeared. He listened to the child finishing reading the manuscript with a smile, squatted down, and asked about the school students with a smile.

"Uncle Zhao, this is a thank you letter written by all our classmates." The little girl said to Zhao Chengdong.

Zhao Chengdong took the manuscript paper and smiled warmly, "Children, it is the responsibility of us adults to let you go to school in a spacious and bright classroom. Uncle only has one requirement for you, that is, to do a good job in your studies and be a useful person to society!"

When Li Dongkai took away the four primary school students, Zhao Chengdong even took out a hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it to Li Dongkai, asking him to take his four children to buy some school supplies.

As these children left, Li Dacheng continued: "Secretary Zhao, the finances in the village are so difficult, and the teachers feel warm. With the above subsidy funds and the appropriations from the village, we can completely repair all the schools in our township."

"Team Leader Li, when repairing again, you must pay attention to the quality level and use the money on the blade. The village is preparing to hold a meeting in the near future and call the heads of each village to let them have money and give their strength." Zhao Chengdong knocked the table with his fingers and said with great momentum.

After sending Li Dacheng away, Zhao Chengdong's smile on his face was like a rag, squeezed clean. Feng Jicai said carefully: "Secretary Zhao, I think this..."

"What? Is there something wrong with it?" Zhao Chengdong said with a little self-deprecatingly: "Call the Finance Department to see if there is any education funds on it? No, I have already asked Cheng to dial it!"

Speaking of this, Zhao Chengdong was a little excited: "What do you think of building a bungalow with the remaining 200,000 yuan?"

Feng Jicai could understand Zhao Chengdong's mood. The three-story building he had planned suddenly became a bungalow on the first floor. Who would be happy with this? He just put down the phone he picked up, but a phone call came over there.

Zhao Chengdong whispered and signaled Feng Jicai to answer the phone. He heard someone there hurriedly say, "Secretary Zhao? I am Lao Liu, deputy director of the township finance office, that... I will report to you something. The 200,000 yuan allocated from the county was asked to be transferred to the education group's account."

Feng Jicai said, Lao Liu, you are also a hindsight, and everyone here already knows it. He said in a deep voice: "Secretary Zhao already knows this. Secretary Zhao said that the funds for education should be used exclusively. No matter how poor you are, you should not be poor in education, and no matter how hard you are, you should not be hard in children! That's it!"

"Secretary Feng, don't hang up the phone first, I haven't finished talking yet!" Old Liu heard that it was Feng Jicai, and he shouted: "That is not only the funds for education, but also the money that Secretary Zhao wants to come to prepare for construction. He also sent the village chief Cheng to the account of the education group to renovate the school building!"

"I know..." Feng Jicai didn't finish his words, and he was stuck in his neck. There was no 200,000 yuan. Zhao Chengdong wanted it, and he was going to repair the township government's money and also renovate the school building. This... this...

After putting down the phone, Feng Jicai hesitated and said, "Secretary Zhao, Lao Liu from the Finance Institute just said that the 200,000 renovation funds you want were also allocated to the education group by Cheng Jiemin, that..."

Zhao Chengdong's head buzzed and his mood plummeted. He originally thought that his three-story building had become a bungalow, but Cheng Jiemin pulled him away just a bunch of bricks and tiles. This guy is really a bit too cruel.

Is this the money I want?

Just as Zhao Chengdong was angry, Cheng Jiemin was listening to Li Dacheng's report. When Li Dacheng finished speaking, he patted Li Dacheng's palm and said, "After the new campus is renovated, you can hold another ceremony. Since we have used Secretary Zhao's money, we must let Secretary Zhao listen!"
Chapter completed!