A few days later.
It has entered August, and the heat in the air is gradually becoming less obvious.
On Friday morning, Dong Xuebin drove the new Santana owned by the street to the Nanshan District Party Committee compound, went upstairs and entered a conference room. There was a meeting in the district today, which was a summary meeting on greening work. When Dong Xuebin entered the conference room, most of the people in charge of the sub-district offices and leaders of relevant departments were present. People from the district government offices were busy one after another, preparing with documents and information.
As soon as Dong Xuebin arrived, there was a sudden silence inside.
Many people turned their heads to look at him, and then looked away, each busy with his own business.
"Old Liu, are you here?"
"Just arrived. When did you come here?"
"I've been here for a while. Hey, Lao Li is here too? Aren't you sick?"
"It's a minor illness. I've received a transfusion and I'm fine."
"Haha, that's good."
Familiar leading cadres greeted each other one after another and sat down next to each other, but no one said hello to Dong Xuebin.
Dong Xuebin knew this would be the case and had already gotten used to it, so he came in late on purpose today and got stuck at the start of the meeting.
After a while, District Chief Yuehua and his party arrived.
The meeting started and everyone sat upright.
Dong Xuebin paid attention to Geng Yuehua's expression. It was still the same as usual, with a pretty face that was slightly calm and not angry. She didn't look at him for a moment, as if she didn't know him at all, and her eyes were scanning coldly. Next, I made a speech about environmental work. Dong Xuebin was not in the mood to listen, but glanced leisurely at the plump body of District Chief Yuehua, wondering what kind of underwear she was wearing today, or red ones? Hollow? With lace trim? Or is it the bright green one? Apart from coming to the district for business and meetings, Dong Xuebin has not seen her much in the past month. Geng Yuehua seems to be very busy with work. He has not returned to the street dormitory for a long time. He does not reply to text messages and is businesslike when he calls. The tone... made Dong Xuebin depressed and at the same time missed her.
Suddenly, there was silence on the stage, and Geng Yuehua's speech stopped abruptly.
When the cadres below looked at it... they were naturally silent. They all looked over eagerly, not understanding what was going on.
Geng Yuehua looked coldly at the distracted Dong Xuebin below with a straight face, and said in a majestic voice: "Director Dong!"
"Huh?" Dong Xuebin came back to his senses and withdrew his gaze from Geng Yuehua's bulging chest. "District Chief Yuehua? You called me?"
Geng Yuehua's tone was a little cold: "Repeat what I just said!"
All the cadres present looked at Dong Xuebin with different expressions.
Dong Xuebin smiled bitterly when he heard this. He said to himself that you have been speaking for ten minutes and you don't need a speech script... Say whatever comes to your mind, brother, I can't repeat it to you. Besides, he didn't even listen to what Geng Yuehua was talking about... Jing Gu He was admiring her figure and guessing what kind of underwear she was wearing.
Dong Xuebin simply stopped talking.
Ma Li, secretary to the district chief, frowned and glanced at Dong Xuebin.
Executive Deputy District Chief Shen Fei shook his head slightly.
The atmosphere in the venue was stiff, and Geng Yuehua said coldly: "If anyone is unwilling to listen to the future work meeting, and who is not in the mood to listen... you can... report to me in advance, and I will give you special approval not to come!" Although the words were addressed to everyone. Said... but it was obviously aimed at Dong Xuebin alone.
Dong Xuebin's thorny head was hit again. He couldn't remember how many times it was this month.
Some people smile bitterly, while others want to laugh...this is what happens when people are outraged.
An hour later, the meeting ended, and Geng Yuehua strode out of the conference room with a sullen face, without wasting a moment.
Dong Xuebin looked back at the charming back of District Mayor Yuehua, stretched out his hand, and rubbed his forehead slightly. Life was hard, and it couldn't go on like this.
This month, Dong Xuebin acted like a normal person on the surface, doing whatever he was supposed to do and taking a rest. However, only he knew how stressful the work was. Although Wang Anshi's illness was not completely cured, Wang Anshi's illness was not fully cured. The cadres are not sick. Whenever Dong Xuebin wants to carry out any work in the streets and involves any departments, there will be people from the Wang family jumping over, either doing Tai Chi or showing off their faces. As for the Geng family, it is the same. Dong Xuebin understands that Yue Why does the head of District Hua still keep contradicting himself? Everyone knows that Dong Xuebin brought Geng Xinke into the party school. In the system and in his position, many things are not a person's business. Geng Yuehua beat himself up. Most of it was to show an attitude to everyone, probably out of control, and Dong Xuebin understood.
However, as the days passed, Dong Xuebin became more and more miserable.
The district committee secretary and the district chief are all suppressing the Guangming Subdistrict Office intentionally or unintentionally, as if they have raised a guillotine and are about to strike hard at some point.
And what about Dong Xuebin? It feels bad to just sit there and wait for death.
Suppressed by the entire district committee and district government, Dong Xuebin is now as idle as a vacant cadre. No cadres from other departments are willing to deal with him, and few departments are willing to cooperate with their street office. At this moment, their office It has almost become a decoration, of no use. Now that Geng Yuehua is in power, she is responsible for all the work of the district committee. At most, she just beats herself up a little bit in words and actions, just to show off, and has no intention of touching her. But what about Wang Anshi? When he returns from illness, it will be difficult to talk about the matter. Dong Xuebin refused to save Wang Anshi's appendicitis, which must have offended him to death. When Wang Anshi comes back, it is obvious that he will not be as easy to talk to as Yuehua District Mayor.
The situation is not optimistic.
Seeing that it wasn't long before Wang Anshi was discharged from the hospital, he had to think of a solution as soon as possible.
In the morning, Guangming Street Office.
After returning to his office, Dong Xuebin lit a cigarette and racked his brains to think of a solution.
When Dong Xuebin killed everyone regardless of his temper, he was mentally prepared to offend everyone, but he still thought about things a little simpler. At that time, he was so passionate that he was so angry that Dong Xuebin already regretted it. I didn't listen to Yang Zhaode's suggestion. Indeed, if I were transferred to another street in another district, although I would have to start from scratch at work, and although the relationship between characters would have to be reorganized, at least there would not be so many resistances and enemies as now, and it would be easy to make a comeback. Many people, unlike now, are blocked everywhere when they do something, and are not even given the opportunity to make some achievements. They can only play games and hold meetings in the office all day long, which is meaningless at all.
Dong Xuebin sorted out the problem one by one, and immediately felt the urgency of the crisis. It was approaching him step by step. If this continued, he would not be able to keep his official position. Someone would definitely touch him!
Come and kill one
I will torment whoever torments me
Dong Xuebin got excited. This has always been the way he works. But after thinking about it, he calmed down with a wry smile. When will retribution happen? Dong Xuebin still has some confidence in his ability to fight, but this is It's a trick that treats the symptoms but not the root cause. If one fights down, a second one will stand up. After a second fight, a third one will stand up. When will it be the end? It’s not over! Moreover, such words are just a mouthful of bad breath, which will only be harmful to Dong Xuebin's work, not beneficial at all, and there is no benefit at all!
Now what Dong Xuebin has to consider is no longer how to fight. He needs to get rid of the deadlock he has created for himself!
score!
Political achievements!
This is what Dong Xuebin needs most!
Dong Xuebin's eyes narrowed. He had been in Nanshan District for two months. The establishment of the model unit had allowed him to accumulate some political capital, but his qualifications were still a little short. Dong Xuebin felt that what he had to do at the moment was to pay close attention to the work. , make a lot of political achievements, and then be promoted to deputy director in an exceptional way. In that case, Dong Xuebin can get rid of the current environment and get back on the right track of the system.
But a political achievement that is enough for Dong Xuebin to be promoted... is easier said than done
Now Dong Xuebin is restricted by the district and district-level departments even in carrying out his work. It is so difficult that no one will give Dong Xuebin a chance to turn around.
At this time, Dong Xuebin entered his first political trough after entering politics. Of course, it is not that simple to get out of it. There are too many people in the system who are getting lower and lower during the political trough, and then they never recover and the sun sets. Yes, there are too many to count, and Dong Xuebin doesn’t want to be one of them.
After stubbing out the cigarette butt, Dong Xuebin rubbed his eyebrows vigorously.
A turning point, he needs a chance to turn over!
Think and think.
Think and think.
Political Achievements… Deputy Division… Political Achievements…
Dong Xuebin's eyes suddenly fell on a newspaper in the upper right corner of his desk. This was yesterday's Fenzhou Daily. It was one of the newspapers ordered by the street. Dong Xuebin's eyes couldn't help but move, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. If you can use ORWARD to move forward in time and see the Fenzhou Daily from a few days ago, then maybe there will be a chance for Dong Xuebin to turn around.
But when I thought about it, it was inappropriate. Fenzhou City is too big. Yantai County belongs to Fenzhou City, and Nanshan District also belongs to Fenzhou City. Such a short few pages of news would not record what Dong Xuebin wanted to do. Isn’t it a waste of what you see? How about trying Nanqi Morning News again? No way? The scope seems to be too large. What Dong Xuebin wants to see now is only the things on Guangming Street, and only this is closely related to him.
For example, there will be personnel changes in the office in the next few days.
For example, the work report of the office in the next few days.
You can't see these in the city daily newspaper or the Nanqi Morning News. Even if you happen to encounter them by chance, they probably won't be detailed. At most, they will be just a few lines of description. The effect of ORWARD's forward time is inherently short. Dong Xuebin cannot bet FORWARD on luck. The current situation is too unfavorable for him. Dong Xuebin cannot afford to gamble and must think of a foolproof strategy.
correct!
There seems to be a newspaper inside the office!
I remember it seemed like an internal e-newsletter!
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