Zhang Pengfei sat next to Deputy Secretary-General Jiang Zhijie. He tried to stay as far away from Deputy Secretary-General Jiang Zhijie as he was afraid of staining Jiang Zhijie's brand new suit and leather shoes because of the smell of fireworks all over his body.
"Secretary-General, thank you for your overall command at the scene last night, so that I can lead the cadres and the masses to put out the wildfire according to the actual situation, and do a good thing for Jingtian Town, Hemi County. We can go over to Secretary Duan."
Zhang Pengfei took out the cigarette, lit it, and took a puff. In an instant, the sleepiness of not sleeping disappeared in an instant.
At this time, Deputy Secretary-General Jiang Zhijie sighed helplessly.
"Pengfei, to be honest, your work ability is the most outstanding among all the young cadres I have seen."
"I'm afraid of this wildfire. You may not know the situation. There are ten administrative villages near the wildfire, and more than 20,000 people are on the edge of the fire."
"Fortunately, you led the mass cadres to stop the fire within the scope of the road up the mountain, otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous."
"There are no young people in the village, and the people living at home are old people and children. If something goes wrong, our city will be in disaster."
Deputy Secretary-General Jiang Zhijie is still very familiar with the situation in every township in Hemi County.
Just now in the tent of the temporary headquarters for fighting the fire, Deputy Secretary-General Jiang Zhijie seemed to be very relaxed, but in fact he was sweating inside.
"That's it. No wonder Secretary Duan asked you to come down in person last night and asked me to accompany you and report to him the progress of the fire at all times."
"When we return to the city later, Secretary-General, please give your main report. I will assist you."
"After all, you are more familiar with the situation in Jingtian Town in Hemi County than I am. You have been the county magistrate here for several years."
Zhang Pengfei smiled slightly. Only now did he realize the hardship and helplessness of grassroots township work.
There is no money, and it is even more difficult to develop the economy.
A sudden fire may cause irreparable damage.
Zhang Pengfei had a profound experience for a while. His brows were furrowed, as if he was thinking about some important decision.
"Hey, Pengfei, when it comes to me being the county magistrate, my eyes are full of bitter tears."
"I'm in my early 50s now, and I don't think about it anymore. I'm planning to retire as deputy secretary-general of the municipal party committee."
"I was originally going to pick up the county party committee secretary, but at the critical moment, I was stabbed by that damn Gao Qilin."
"Pengfei, you don't know how I felt at that time."
"I was in my early 40s when I became the county magistrate. I had a very promising future, but because I couldn't get along with Song Jingheng, who took office, he directly transferred me to the Municipal Party Committee Office with a transfer order, and I have been there until now. "
Deputy Secretary-General Jiang Zhijie's eyes showed a dull look.
The whole person's face was tense and twisted, a little deformed. It can be imagined that when it comes to his own affairs, he is still very painful in his heart.
"Secretary-General, I saw how young you are. Your virtual age is only 49, but your actual age is 48, which is more than a year away from fifty."
"For an outstanding cadre like you, the organization will definitely value you."
"Maybe, after you go back this time, the municipal party committee will appoint you as county party committee secretary or director of a certain bureau or something. It is also very possible."
"Don't be so discouraged. You were able to sit there and hold on for me last night. I was very touched in my heart."
As soon as Zhang Pengfei said this, Deputy Secretary-General Jiang Zhijie's big eyes instantly became wet.
Immediately afterwards, a line of tears flowed down the old cheek.
"Thank you, brother Pengfei. With your words, I am satisfied. I won't think too much about anything else. I just do my job well."
Jiang Zhijie paused for a moment, as if he thought of something again, and his eyes widened again.
"Brother, do you know? On the night when I was dismissed as county magistrate, I was standing on the building of the Hemi County Party Committee and County Government. I was very helpless at the time, but they did a good job and they transferred me. "
"I even wanted to jump directly from the roof of the building. When a person reaches that kind of aggrieved moment, it is really very frustrating and uncomfortable."
"It's not like I failed to achieve results. Among all the counties and districts in the city, I did the best job in the county government at that time."
"If you do a good job, you will usually take over as secretary and continue to take charge of the economic and social development of a county."
"As a result, Song Jingheng said, "If you do a good job, you will be re-employed in the city. He will be promoted openly and secretly, and I have been hidden in the municipal party committee office for so many years."
As soon as Deputy Secretary-General Jiang Zhijie said this, the hand holding the cigarette butt kept shaking, his eyes and buttocks were burning to his fingers, but he didn't notice at all.
Zhang Pengfei had sharp eyes and quick hands. He snatched the cigarette butt still in Jiang Zhijie's hand and threw it out of the car window.
"Brother, the cigarette butt is about to burn your hand, don't you feel anything?"
"Okay, let's not talk about the sad things. Now that I'm here at the Municipal Party Committee Office, I'm your soldier. I need you to take more care of me in the future."
After Zhang Pengfei finished speaking, he took out his low-end cigarettes and handed one to Deputy Secretary-General Jiang Zhijie.
"No matter how painful it is, is it because you led the people to put out the fire last night and were burned by the fire that it hurt so much?"
"You are risking your lives and fighting the fire. I am only guarding the scene from the temporary command post."
"I feel like my mentality is old. Let's just run it at the municipal party committee. I can't make any decisions. Brother, if I can help you, I will definitely help you, but my power is limited."
"You should be careful about Rao Yina. She is related to Gao Qilin. Gao Qilin's wife is called cousin Rao Yina, so I don't have a good impression of Gao Qilin."
As soon as Deputy Secretary-General Jiang Zhijie said these words, Zhang Pengfei understood instantly.
Yesterday afternoon, Rao Yina forced herself to call Deputy Secretary Liao of the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection and asked for proof that Gao Qilin and the others' misappropriation of the one million student aid fund complied with the policy. So this was the reason? The two are related.
"Damn, it's so shameless. He misappropriated money from other people's schools and forced me to wipe his ass. I will not evade responsibility for such a corrupt official who damages the interests of the people."
Zhang Pengfei said angrily instantly, his eyes full of perseverance.
"Brother, sometimes, I think, see through but don't tell, the reality is such a situation, what can you do?"
"Do you have to change this situation? With your current position, I find it difficult."
"It's that Rao Yina from the Municipal Party Committee Office. She can defeat you at any time!"
"As soon as she came to the municipal party committee office, she sent Duan Xiaoming, the former director of the first division, to join the Municipal People's Political Consultative Conference."
"Director Duan Xiaoming has a relatively straightforward personality. He had a quarrel with Rao Yina."
"Rao Yina took advantage of Song Jingheng's accident and made a suggestion to Deputy Secretary Chen Xiaolei to transfer Duan Xiaoming from the municipal party committee office."
"Just in time, Secretary Duan asked you to come to the Municipal Party Committee Office. Rao Yina conveniently reported to Deputy Secretary Chen Xiaolei again and directly transferred Duan Xiaoming."
Deputy Secretary-General Jiang Zhijie frowned, lit his cigarette, and took a long drag.
