Chapter 209: Meet the No. 2 person of the Municipal Party Committee

Some things are well-known in the eyes of smart people, and they do not need to be pointed out. Just like talking to Minister Fang just now, it is like a dragonfly squinting the water. Although it passes by one point, there are ripples on the water surface. If you have to say it clearly, it seems to be cliché.

Xia Xiang disagreed with Fangge's youthful spirit. Although Fangge has the qualifications to rely on - graduated from Peking University and has a father of the director of the Organization Department, the starting point of those in the officialdom, Peking University's education and a third-rate university are exactly the same.

Being an official is like being a person. The impact of diplomas from a prestigious university on the future is minimal.

Xia Xiang nodded and replied, "I know, I heard... what major do you study in Fangge?" He changed the subject directly, just not wanting to argue with Fangge about some useless things.

Fang Geao was a little arrogant, but he was still quite tactful and no longer bothered about this matter. All he wanted was to remind Xia Xiang not to let him underestimate him, and then said: "Chinese."

"Why didn't you go to the Secretary's Department in Chinese? Instead, you went to the comprehensive department?" Xia Xiang smiled, thinking that the square had the arrogance of a general high-ranking official, and also had the side of knowing how to advance and retreat.

"It's all my father's intention. He said that he would arrange my future. In fact, according to my original intention, I don't want to join the government agency. In comparison, I would rather do business." Fangge looked a little helpless, smiled, and sat between Xia Xiang and Sun Xianwei.

"The officialdom and the shopping mall are actually the same, there is not much difference. No matter where you are, you are the ones who are capable. If you don't want to do business, tell me which career you want to engage in?" Xia Xiang was interested in taking the exam.

"I want to do cultural career. After all, I graduated from the Chinese department. I can do some book planning or open an advertising company, and I should also make a big profit."

Xia Xiang didn't say anything else. Young people are passionate when they first enter society, but they are also blindly optimistic, believing that the road is on their feet and the future is on their hands. In fact, it is not the case, growth requires price, and maturity requires experience. Don't hurry, take it slowly, and there will always be a day of sobering.

The next day, Xia Xiang got a surprise news. Fang Ge was temporarily seconded to the office of the transformation group and appointed as Xia Xiang's assistant. Xia Xiang knew that it was probably the result of Minister Fang's communication with Cao Yongguo yesterday, so he was not polite and arranged a job directly for Fang Ge: "Xiao Fang, you should first get familiar with the work in the office, and work with Director Qu for a while. After getting started, come and be an assistant for me. How about it?"

It means that since you have come to the transformation group office, you are working hard and forget your identity as the head of the Organization Department.

Fang Geao is arrogant, but he also has pride. He said, "I can handle it and bear it. Director Xia arranges me with heavy and tiring work, and I promise to complete the task."

That being said, Xia Xiang would not be so naive that he thought that square grids were suffering - square grids were training. They had to hone their temperament and experience, but they had to not be too tired or leisurely. In fact, how to arrange them well, so that neither he nor Minister Fang could say it was not, which was also a very troublesome thing.

With the arrival of the first snowfall in Yan City in the winter of 1999, the merger office event of the Yan City Municipal Party Committee and Municipal Government finally made its debut in a grand manner.

Actually, if you really want to talk about it, Xia didn’t think anything about it, because the municipal government building has 18 floors, and the municipal government only occupied 7 floors in total, and the 7 floors were still idle. After a group of people from the municipal party committee came, they moved directly to the 7 floors, occupying a total of 3 floors. The moving activities were quite lively, after all, a lot of people were added at once.

Qu Yaxin and Wu Gang didn't care about office work, stood in front of the window and pointed, and said for a while who this was and who it was. Sometimes they even argued, and no one was convinced. Xia Xiang laughed when he listened, and he sat calmly, as if he didn't seem to know the leaders of the municipal party committee in advance without any enthusiasm.

Fang Ge asked in surprise: "Director Xia, why don't you go and take a look?"

Xia Xiang put down the pen in his hand and rubbed his eyes: "I want to see it too, but then I thought, anyway, I will see it when I look up and see it. What I want to see will definitely meet you. If you don't want to see it, you can see it too. Why are you anxious?"

Fangge was amused: "It seems to make sense, but if you think about it carefully, it seems like you didn't say it."

Xia Xiangxiao, but didn't explain it anymore. He had a intuition that the merger of the municipal party committee and the municipal government would have a negative impact on the transformation team.

Before I could think further, I saw a person knocking in the door and coming in: "It's the renovation group office? Which one is Director Xia? I am Zhou Minghong from the Municipal Party Committee. I heard that your renovation group has a lot of staff. Come and arrange a few people to help us move things."

Xia couldn't figure out who Zhou Minghong was, but seeing how anxious he looked, he didn't think much about it, and said, "I'm Xia Xiang... Xiao Fang, Xiao Zhong, call five or six more people to help the comrades of the municipal party committee move things together." After thinking about it, he was not very relieved, "Hurry up, I'll go too."

Fangge was not very happy that Xia Xiang arranged for him to work, but when she heard that Xia Xiang did it himself, she felt much more balanced again, rolled up her sleeves and said, "No problem, as long as Director Xia can move things, I can do it. I can withstand it!"

When Zhong Yiping heard that Xia Xiang still remembered him, he thought that after Fangge came, Director Xia would neglect him. Unexpectedly, Director Xia rushed over as before: "Let's go, I will compete with Xiao Fang. It seems that you southerners are strong or our northerners are strong."

Fang Ge also knew that Zhong Yiping was also a famous college student, but his life experience was better than him. Although he had been hiding it, he was still very arrogant in his bones. He curled his lips and said, "Comparing strength, vulgarity."

Zhong Yiping just thought Fangge was an ordinary college graduate, and was dissatisfied with his appearance in front of Xia Xiang. After hearing what he said, he was even more dissatisfied: "If you have a strong force, bullying people is called vulgarity, and if you have a strong strength, you work more. This is called dedication. Do you understand? Besides, you are a famous college student at least and have never learned Chinese history? History is the fact that northerners unify China from north to south, and the south is weak in power and not good at fighting. This is an indisputable fact."

Fangge was so angry: "Nothing is said."

"Don't be angry, don't get angry. It's reasonable to say loudly. Otherwise, let's compare our strength and be vulgar?" Zhong Yiping followed Xia Xiang and was much more eloquent, and ignited the fire in the square in just a few words.

"Just compare, who is afraid of you? Vulgarity is vulgarity, it is always better than vulgarity!" Fangge was fooled.

When Xia Xiang saw Fangge and Zhong Yiping holding a big table with difficulty, she couldn't help but smile. Zhong Yiping stimulated the bloodiness of Fangge. After all, he was young and easy to ignite.

Xia Xiang went over and took the lead and said to the two: "It is a good thing to work hard, but be more at ease. Also, don't just compare your strength, compare who is more active and more successful in his work, right?"

The two were lifting the table hard. Xia Xiang had a helping hand and felt much more relaxed immediately, but no one was convinced. Zhong Yiping wiped his sweat: "Director Xia, Fangge is from the southerners, and southerners are generally slippery and want to be lazy in work, so I have to stare at him."

Fangge was furious: "There are many lazy people among the northerners. Why do you talk nonsense? Is it anything that lazy or not and northerners?"

"Of course there is one, who doesn't know that men in Chengdu are lazy. They drink tea for a long time and do nothing."

"I'm not from Sichuan, don't treat their laziness as mine."

"Okay, okay." Xia Xiang smiled and stopped the two from continuing to fight. "Don't let the people of the municipal party committee see that our people are disagreeing. It's bad if they let them watch the jokes, right? You two do it well, and after you finish it, I'll give you a score."

When the two heard this, they were full of energy and did not let Xia Xiang help, so they carried the table into the elevator.

Xia Xiang was not idle, so he moved down a rattan chair in the car. Just as he was about to move it away, he saw someone trot over and pointed to the chair and said, "Be careful, this is the rattan chair I got from my hometown in the south. There is nothing to sell in the north. If it breaks, it will be miserable!"

The person who came was a short and fat man. Although he looked ordinary, he was dressed very carefully, his hair was not messy, his leather shoes were shiny, and his clothes were not wrinkled at all. He was about 50 years old, his eyes were not big, and he looked at the chair in Xia Xiang's hand with a concerned expression.

The rattan chair was not heavy, Xia Xiang raised it gently and smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will take it lightly, and there will be no damage." Although I don't know what the person in front of me is, I am probably the leader of the municipal party committee, so he didn't say anything. "The rattan chair has many benefits, it is soft and breathable, and it is woven by natural plants. The human body needs to come into contact with natural things so that it won't get sick. Just like the city people today have never experienced it. If you step on the soil barefoot, it will be much more comfortable than a sole massage."

When the visitor heard this, he became interested: "Young man is quite knowledgeable. After hearing what you said, are you also studying the ways of health preservation?"

"How dare I say research? It's just a little bit of personal experience. In fact, many principles are similar, just like the south is heavy in moisture, so eating chili peppers to remove moisture, so it's not easy to get arthritis. The weather in the north is dry, so you have to drink more water. There are many people living in the countryside because they have less air pollution and the things they use are purely natural." Xia Xiang carried a rattan chair inward, and the people followed closely, but his eyes were staring at the rattan chair, which made him secretly amused, so he asked again, "How much floor does the rattan chair go to?"

"Floor 10." The visitor looked at Xia Xiang for a few glances and said, "It's interesting. Young man, do you think it's better to be in the north or the south?"

This question is a bit broad and broad, and it is difficult to answer. Xia Xiang thought a little and smiled, "Actually, it's still a habit problem. If you stay for a long time, you will feel that there is good. People are always easily misled by habits. For example, southerners like to eat rice, and eat rice for three meals. Northerners like to eat pasta, so they cannot do without steamed buns and noodles every day. Everything has good and bad. Rice is cold and bad for the stomach. But there is little calories and it is not easy to gain weight. Pasta has a lot of calories. If you eat rice alone, it is easy to get appendicitis, and you won't eat pasta alone. But the pasta contains a lot of sugar and makes you easy to gain weight. The same is true for the same reason. People are bound by habits and think they are the most correct. In fact, thinking about it from the perspective of others, stubbornly think that the southerners are good and the northerners are ridiculous and pathetic."

"What a long article, young man, it's well said, it's very consistent with the doctrine of the mean." The visitor laughed, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes. "I grew up in the south since I was a child. Later, when I went to the north to study, I have always stubbornly believed that everything in the south is good, people, climate, and even water. I am not used to the pasta in the north, and think that the pasta in the north is unpalatable and rough. Later, I stayed in the north for a long time, especially after taking root in the north, I married a wife from the north. Haha

Ha, I gradually adapted to life in the north. The more I ate, the more I felt that the pasta tasted, not only was it resistant to eating, but there were countless ways to eat it. Flour can be steamed buns, made dumplings, made noodles, and toast. It can be said that there are at least one hundred ways to eat flour, but rice is very small. I came to a conclusion from rice and flour. The land is divided into north and south, and people do not distinguish between north and south, but people's hearts are not only divided between north and south, but also between high and low."

"There is philosophy, and the last sentence is the finishing touch." Xia Xiang was also inspired and felt that he had a very speculative conversation with him. "You are right. North and south are divided by people, so the pasta is delicious or rice is delicious, which is also caused by people's likes and dislikes. Whoever likes and eats whatever he likes and dislikes, but someone insists on distinguishing the level and losing the fun of life. The world is unified with rice, it is very boring, and it is also boring."

"Haha..." The fat man laughed, "You young man is very interesting, and your words are quite interesting. By the way, you are not a mover, are you? The mover can't express his feelings just now."

"My name is Xia Xiang, and I work in the renovation group office." Xia Xiang replied respectfully.

The fat man was slightly stunned and smiled: "It turns out to be Director Xia. Look, let Director Xia personally help me move a rattan chair, which is a big disappointment."

Xia Xiang hurriedly waved his hand and said politely: "Are you polite? Zhou Minghong called me to help. Since I was here to help, I have to do it regardless of the weight. I only brought a rattan chair for you. Is it too lighter and should I move a heavier one?"

Xia Xiang followed the fat man to room 1012. Because of the hasty preparation, the name and position were not marked on the office door. He pushed the door in and put the rattan chair in. Before Xia Xiang could say goodbye, Zhou Minghong knocked in and said with a sigh of relief: "Secretary Wang, why did you come up by yourself? I searched for a long time but couldn't find your rattan chair, so I hurried up to take a look. Unexpectedly, I really moved it up... Who moved it?" He turned his head and found Xia Xiang, and was stunned, "Director Xia, is it the rattan chair you helped Secretary Wang move?"

Xia Xiang never expected that the short and fat man in front of him would be Wang Pengfei, the second-ranked person in the municipal party committee!

He was briefly lost his mind before explaining: "I moved the rattan chair first, and then met Secretary Wang. It was just after hearing Secretary Zhou's words that I realized that the philosophical person in front of me was Secretary Wang. It really surprised me."

Xia Xiang never forgets to give him a free flattery without missing the opportunity.

Seeing Zhou Minghong's attitude towards Wang Pengfei and his familiar tone, he knew that he was the secretary without thinking.

Wang Pengfei smiled very much: "Xiaoxia, don't praise it. After we had a conversation just now, I think you have a lot of ideas. Looking at the problem so young is so profound that I doubt whether you graduated from the Department of Philosophy?"

Wang Pengfei took the opportunity to ask about his resume, and Xia Xiang hurriedly replied: "I graduated from the Department of Architecture. I'm sorry for disappointing Secretary Wang, haha."

There was no disappointment on Wang Pengfei's face: "Philosophy is not professional, right? Haha, thank you for your hard work, Xiao Xia."

Xia wanted to know that the conversation had ended, so she respectfully said goodbye.

Back downstairs, the moving operation was basically over. Fang Ge and Zhong Yiping competed without any distinction. The two were still dissatisfied with each other and claimed that they would compete again if they had the chance in the future. Xia Xiang saw that they were really serious, so he said, "Okay, when there is a task later, I will leave it to you two to complete it to see who performs better."

After Zhong Yiping left, Fang Ge approached Xia Xiang and whispered: "Director Xia, when I was working outside, I met my dad. He even praised me and asked me to calm down and work with you."

Will Minister Fang have some opinions about himself just because he asked Fangge to work? Xia Xiang couldn't help but think a little more, and then he thought, since Minister Fang arranged Fangge to transform the team, he definitely did not let Fangge be idle. The transformation team is a lot of trouble and is easy to offend people. Minister Fang will not be unclear. He asked Fangge to follow him, one to express his trust in himself and recognize his ability, and the other to let Fangge follow and understand more about the specific operation process of urban village transformation, and perhaps other long-term considerations.

After a while, Xia Xiang was still a little surprised and curious about the second-in-command person of the Municipal Party Committee. He had been told that Wang Pengfei liked to take over power and had to ask about everything in detail. He was more active than Secretary Cui. When he saw him today, he didn't feel his domineeringness. After a conversation, he also had an interesting and romantic side.

Human nature is complex, and Xia Xiang would not naively think that he could get to know a person by just the brief contact just now. It was just that there was a slight deviation from his imagination, which made him feel a little moved.

After get off work, Xia wanted to go to Xiao Jia and discuss with her the issue of Shilipu vegetable wholesale market.

On the way, he received a call from Li Dingshan. The news from Li Dingshan surprised Xia Xiang: "Xiaoxia, I may have to go back to Yan City and serve as the county party secretary in An County."

An County is one of the 16 counties under Yan City, 80 kilometers away from Yan City. It is an ordinary county in the mountainous area of ​​the western part of Yan City. Although it is poor, it is still much stronger than Ba ​​County, and there are ready-made tourism resources to be developed.

Although Yan City is a sub-provincial city, the county under its jurisdiction is still a normal department-level county. Li Dingshan was transferred to An County, which is considered a transfer. However, unlike in Ba County, the same county party secretary is the county party secretary. The county party secretary of the Ba County Party Committee is under the jurisdiction of the municipal party secretary at the department level, while the county party secretary of the An County Party Committee is under the jurisdiction of the municipal party secretary at the deputy provincial level.

The difference is that if anyone is appreciated by the municipal party secretary, it will be much easier for the deputy provincial secretary to be appointed as the county party secretary, and the range can be much larger.
Chapter completed!