Chapter 1342

I don't know how long it had been, but finally, it was time to get off work. As soon as they got off work, Xia Jian and Zhao Da packed their things and left. Zhao Desan pretended to be looking for something, dawdling until they left, then sat down and sent a message to He Liping, asking when to go up to find her.

He Liping had been observing Zheng Tulu's movements. To find Zhao Desan for a private conversation in her office, she had to wait for Zheng Tulu to leave. At this moment, Zheng Tulu was upset and confused, and packing his briefcase was also dawdling, so he couldn't leave for a long time. He Liping replied to the message, asking Zhao Desan to wait a while longer. He waited until Zheng Tulu finally packed his things, tucked his briefcase under his arm, came over, pushed open the door of He Liping's office, and said with a frustrated expression: "Liping, let's go."

"Old Zheng, why don't you go first? I still have some things I haven't figured out, I'll look at them again." He Liping made an excuse to delay time for herself.

Originally, there was a most exciting program after getting off work, but Zheng Tulu had big things on his mind these past two days and had no interest in that aspect. Hearing He Liping say this, he said: "That's fine, I'll go first."

"Old Zheng, drive slowly on the road." He Liping smiled hypocritically, expressing her concern.

Zheng Tulu looked back at her, brought the door of her office with a frustrated expression, and left. He Liping waited for two or three minutes, got up, opened the door, went out, stood on the balcony, saw Zheng Tulu get in the car, and drove slowly out of the Construction Committee. Then she turned back to the office, sat down, and sent a message to Zhao Desan, telling him he could come up now.

Zhao Desan, who was waiting for He Liping's "summons" in the office, received the message, picked up his bag, walked forward, opened the door, looked around, saw no one, locked the door, walked up the stairs quickly, looked left and right, came to the door of He Liping's office, didn't even knock on the door, and directly twisted the door and drilled in.

Hearing someone come in, He Liping looked up. Seeing Zhao Desan had come, she leaned on the chair, raised her eyebrows to look at him, and said in a light tone: "Yo! Comrade Xiao Zhao, every time you come to me now, you don't even knock on the door. Do you think this is a vegetable market?"

"Oh, look at my memory! How could I forget that this is the Deputy Director's office." Zhao Desan immediately said with a look of repentance. After saying this, he felt it wasn't exciting enough, and added: "Why don't I go out again, knock on the door, and come in again?" Saying this, he made a gesture to go out.

"Forget it, forget it! Stop playing tricks in front of your Sister He!" He Liping scolded him with a white eye.

Zhao Desan chuckled and asked: "Sister He, what's the matter with calling me over at this time? Is it that you want me to do something for you?"

He Liping saw the wretched look of this guy and knew that he wasn't thinking of anything good in his brain. She raised her eyebrows at him and said: "Sister He doesn't want you to do anything, just want to ask you some things."

Hearing He Liping wanted to ask him things, Zhao Desan's brain turned around, and he probably understood that the matter she asked about must be related to the matter circulating online. But before the matter had a clear turn for the better, he couldn't expose his plan, so he pretended to be confused and asked: "Is it that Sister He is not familiar with some work procedures of the unit? I am willing to solve doubts for Sister He and be a dog and horse for you."

"It's not these things." He Liping denied it in one breath, and then said: "It's about the recent stir caused by Zheng Ru's promotion."

"Isn't this matter all on the internet? How can Sister He still want to ask me?" Zhao Desan asked back, pretending to be confused.

He Liping said, not answering the question: "Comrade Xiao Zhao, do you think there is anything tricky about this matter being posted on the internet?"

"This... how could I know this." Zhao Desan shook his head and continued to play the fool. He sensed that He Liping suspected him. After saying this, he continued: "The person who did this is really boring enough. I think Zheng Ru is quite suitable to be a deputy section chief. Sister He, don't you think so?" Zhao Desan kicked the ball directly to He Liping.

"It's indeed boring enough. This matter has caused quite a stir now. I believe the province will intervene to investigate this matter soon. At that time, perhaps Zheng Ru's appointment will be called off and invalidated, and candidates will be reported again." He Liping gradually made the topic direct.

Sure enough, Zhao Desan's expression had some subtle changes. Indeed, hearing He Liping say this, this was exactly the result Zhao Desan was looking forward to. As long as candidates were reported again, only he and Xia Jian were the most likely. He Liping was on his side. If there were no accidents, he would take back the position of Deputy Section Chief. Thinking of this, Zhao Desan's heart felt a bit happy, and the joyful mood was slightly revealed. His expression naturally had some subtle changes, but he still opened his mouth in astonishment and said: "No way? Isn't it just appointing a deputy section chief candidate? Is it worth so much trouble? Sister He, your deputy department-level cadre appointment doesn't seem to be so troublesome." Zhao Desan knew the whole process of He Liping's appointment from the Municipal Construction Committee directly to the Provincial Construction Committee Deputy Director's position clearly, knowing that her appointment process also had violations, and deliberately dragged her in. Because he now understood that He Liping must have suspected that the matter of Zheng Ru being posted on the internet was planned by him, in order to ensure that his secret plan wouldn't be exposed, he used the second half of this sentence to hint to He Liping that her promotion appointment also had violations.