Ding Nengren is a director-level cadre and has an irresistible aura.
Fang Zhicheng smiled disdainfully, stood up, and took the initiative to say goodbye: "I understand what Director Ding means. I have my own judgment on what to do, so please relax."
When Fang Zhicheng turned around and walked out the door, Ding Nengren's eyes flashed with a fierce look, and he seemed to be talking to himself: "This kid has a strong personality. If he becomes the secretary of the municipal party committee secretary, won't it cause chaos? We must stop him!"
After he finished speaking, he took out a file bag from the drawer, then he called Shao Lingfeng and said, "Xiao Shao, come over to my place to get some information. I hope it will be helpful for your interview tomorrow."
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On the second day, the Municipal Party Committee Office held the third internal selection of the secretary for the Municipal Party Committee Secretary.
After Shao Lingfeng came out of the municipal party secretary's office, he felt very happy. Although he was a little nervous to face the municipal party secretary, all the questions were on the materials that Ding Nengren gave him. Although he did not perform exceptionally well, he could still score 90 points.
Seeing Fang Zhicheng coming towards him, he whispered, "Can I have a word with you?"
Fang Zhicheng frowned and said, "If you have anything to say, just say it directly. Being sneaky is disgusting!"
Shao Lingfeng twitched his face and laughed unnaturally in a low voice: "Brother Fang, if you are willing to withdraw from the selection of the secretary of the municipal party committee, I can give you some benefits."
"Oh? What benefits?" Fang Zhicheng asked with a smile.
Shao Lingfeng said softly: "What men love is nothing more than money and beautiful women. If you give up this selection, I will give you 50,000 yuan in cash, and I will also let the beautiful hostess of the city TV station sleep with you for one night. How about it?"
Fang Zhicheng laughed loudly, pointed at Shao Lingfeng's nose, and cursed: "You rubbish, do you think I am so short-sighted? You actually want to use such a crooked thing to become the secretary of the municipal party secretary? Do you think I will be fooled by such a trick?"
Fang Zhicheng didn't give Shao Lingfeng a good look. Shao Lingfeng felt guilty and realized that he had met a guy who was not easily persuaded. He stomped his feet in anger, cursed twice, "You don't know what's good for you", and went downstairs in shame.
Entering the municipal party secretary's office, Song Wendi was sitting on the sofa making tea. He looked up at Fang Zhicheng, pointed across from him, and said, "Sit down!"
Fang Zhicheng sat down as he was told and volunteered, "Secretary Song, could you please let me make some tea?"
"Oh?" Song Wendi was slightly startled and said with a smile, "Sure!" He thought to himself that Fang Zhicheng was indeed a young and fearless person. When Shao Lingfeng, who had just interviewed him, saw him, he was sweating profusely and was very timid, while Fang Zhicheng was not afraid of danger and had the demeanor of a general.
In fact, Fang Zhicheng's palms were full of sweat. He took a deep breath and brewed tea with a calm mind.
Seeing Fang Zhicheng washing and brewing tea smoothly without any awkwardness, Song Wendi's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he asked lightly: "Do you know anything about tea art?"
Fang Zhicheng nodded and said, "My mother likes to drink tea. Before she died, I often made tea for her." Fang Zhicheng knew that if Song Wendi had read his resume, he would definitely know his family background and why he was alone now.
Song Wendi said softly, "He is a very sentimental boy."
"The Municipal Party Committee Office originally prepared interview questions for me today, but I think questions are fixed, but people are alive. Besides, you are the top civil servant in Yinzhou this year, so your basic knowledge must be very solid. Asking you other questions will not be of much use." After drinking two cups of tea, Song Wendi put down the porcelain cup, leaned against the sofa, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you think is the most important quality of a secretary of a municipal party committee secretary?"
"Luck!" Fang Zhicheng answered without hesitation.
Song Wendi was amused by this bizarre answer. Fortunately, he drank the tea, otherwise he would have spit it out. He laughed for a while and asked, "Your answer is refreshing. Why do you say it's luck?"
Seeing that Song Wendi's emotions were aroused, Fang Zhicheng thought to himself that this was just what he wanted. When talking to a leader, one must not be rigid; one must take the leader by surprise and seize the right to speak.
He calmly said, "Anyone who can become the secretary of the municipal party secretary has gone through layers of screening and has excellent basic qualities. If we break it down, they can be divided into three types. The first type has a sufficient family background and relies on family luck; the second type has a close relationship with the municipal party secretary and is trusted by the secretary, relying on luck; the third type is a fresh graduate with a blank slate, relying on luck. No matter which type of person is recognized by the municipal party secretary, they are extremely lucky, because this is a position with a promising future."
Song Wendi nodded and said, "Although it's a bit far-fetched, the analysis does make some sense. However, I'm asking about quality, and what you said can only be regarded as common characteristics, right?"
Fang Zhicheng smiled slightly and said, "I wonder if Secretary Song has ever heard of Fu Jiang?"
"Oh?" Song Wendi smiled and hinted Fang Zhicheng to continue.
Fang Zhicheng said: "The ancients said that a brave general is not as good as a wise general, and a wise general is not as good as a lucky general. Wei Taizu valued Cao Zixiao, and Tang Taizong valued Cheng Yaojin, which shows that they knew the truth."
Song Wendi nodded and said with a smile: "Your point of view is very interesting! Do you think you are a lucky general?"
"Being able to rescue Vice Minister Qiu from the raging flood is a proof in itself!" Fang Zhicheng's eyes flashed with cunning, and he asked tactfully: "Secretary Song, do you want to be Emperor Taizu of Wei or Emperor Taizong of Tang?"
"Haha..." Song Wendi was silent at first, but then he was amused. He pointed at Fang Zhicheng and laughed for a while, then waved his hand and said, "I already know something about you. When you go back, wait for news."
Fang Zhicheng felt his back was completely wet only after he left the municipal party secretary's office. The conversation with the municipal party secretary was indeed very stressful. If he hadn't practiced it many times in front of the mirror yesterday, he would have been unable to remain calm in the face of praise or criticism.
Chapter 0004: The Lover Is Already Taken
At around 3 p.m., Liu Qiangdong, the municipal party secretary, called Fang Zhicheng into his office. After Fang Zhicheng entered, he found Ding Nengren there, and when he glanced at him, he had a smile on his face, but it was an unnatural one.
Fang Zhicheng once again disrupted Ding Nengren's layout, which made him hate it to the core. If Shao Lingfeng could successfully become the secretary of the municipal party secretary, it would undoubtedly be an important chess piece placed in a key position.
Although the secretary of the municipal party committee secretary is not of a high rank, he has the top leader of the municipal party committee behind him. A good word from him at a critical moment is worth more than thousands of troops.
However, Ding Nengren was very experienced. He knew that he had to change his previous attitude and pretend for the time being. If Fang Zhicheng bit him behind his back in front of Song Wendi in the future, the consequences would be disastrous.
To be an official, one must be good at adapting to changing circumstances. Ding Nengren has reached his current position because he has mastered this skill.
Liu Qiangdong lowered his head to correct two documents, took off his black-framed glasses, and smiled, "Xiao Fang, first of all, congratulations to you. Secretary Song personally gave instructions and decided that you will be his secretary in the future. This is an honor and a responsibility for you. Secondly, I want to remind you that being the secretary of the municipal party secretary is not an easy job. You must be careful in everything you do in the future. If you don't understand something, you can ask me or Comrade Neng Ren."
Fang Zhicheng said modestly: "Thank you Secretary-General Liu for your guidance. I will definitely fulfill my duties and do my job well in the future and not let Secretary-General Liu down..."
He deliberately avoided mentioning Ding Nengren.
Ding Nengren was very thick-skinned. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, Secretary-General. Xiao Fang was originally from the Municipal Party Committee Office. There will be no barriers between us when we get along with each other in the future. If he needs anything, I will do my best to help him..."
"Then I'm relieved." Liu Qiangdong nodded and smiled. "Although I haven't worked with Secretary Song for long, I can see that he is a very hardworking leader who often works overtime until midnight. Xiao Fang, you must become Secretary Song's right-hand man in the shortest possible time and help Secretary Song bear some of the pressure."