Chapter 1382

Zhao Desan leaned on the armrest of her boss chair, smoking a cigarette, and said: "That's how it's said, but Zheng Ru's matter caused high attention from provincial leaders, and Vice Governor Song even issued a military order, requiring this promotion to be transparent and public throughout the process. I'm afraid that because my relationship with Minister Su is relatively special, it will instead cause people to question it. Sister He, do you think I can not worry?"

"That's true, too. Then we'll see how your Minister Su handles it after you are recommended." He Liping felt that what Zhao Desan said was not unreasonable. His special relationship with Su Qing was also very likely to cause others to question it.

Just at this moment, footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor. He Liping thought it was time for work, raised her wrist to look at her watch, and saw that there was still half an hour before work. Why was there someone in the third-floor corridor? Except for a financial director's office on the left side of the stairs on the third floor, the back was her and Zheng Tulu's offices. Could it be that Zheng Tulu was back? Just as He Liping and Zhao Desan were both puzzled, He Liping's office door was knocked, and at the same time, Zheng Tulu's voice came: "Liping, are you there?"

Hearing that Zheng Tulu was back, He Liping was immediately panicked and scared pale. In her urgency, she shushed Zhao Desan. Before she could say anything, Zhao Desan hurriedly looked around for a place to hide. There was only so much space in the office, and there was really no place to hide. In his urgency, he bent down and crawled under the desk, hiding inside. His heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to jump out of his mouth. He was terrified and extremely nervous.

"Liping, are you there?" Zheng Tulu knocked on the door again and called.

Zhao Desan knew the door was locked from the inside, and if he wanted to come in, he definitely couldn't. Hiding under the desk was also a natural reaction for safety. He shook his head at the pale He Liping with an uneasy face, signaling her not to open the door.

"Clatter, clatter." Zheng Tulu twisted the office door a few times outside and muttered to himself: "It's almost time for work, why isn't anyone here?" Then he went back to his office.

After a while, there was no sound outside. He Liping breathed a slight sigh of relief and said to Zhao Desan, who was hiding under the desk, in a low voice: "Xiao Zhao, come out quickly. Old Zheng has gone back to his office. I'll go to his office to stabilize him. You go downstairs quickly."

Zhao Desan's pounding heart rate lowered a bit, he let out a breath, and crawled out from under the desk, feeling a bit embarrassed. Seeing Zhao Desan's wretched appearance, He Liping couldn't help but let out a series of silver bell-like laughter. Just as she laughed, she realized Zheng Tulu was back, so she hurriedly covered her mouth in a panic, restrained her smile, and said to Zhao Desan in a low voice with an uneasy expression: "Listen to the sound. Wait until I go to old Zheng's office before you go out."

"Okay." Zhao Desan nodded. It was his first time having such a nervous feeling, and his heart was still thumping. He Liping forced herself to calm her nervous and uneasy mood, softened her nervous expression, glanced at him, walked up on tiptoe, carefully opened the locked door, and walked out. A moment later, Zhao Desan heard He Liping's particularly loud voice from the office next door: "Old Zheng, you're back."

Zhao Desan could tell that this was He Liping deliberately sending him a signal, so he quietly opened the door, looked outside, and seeing that there was no one in the corridor, he came out of He Liping's office, walked past Zheng Tulu's office door on tiptoe, and ran downstairs in one breath.

"Liping, where did you go just now? Why weren't you in the office?" Seeing He Liping walk into the office, Zheng Tulu leaned back in his chair and asked with some confusion.

"I went to the bathroom. Old Zheng, where did you go this morning? Didn't you say you might not be able to come back this afternoon? Why are you back now?" He Liping sat down and asked, puzzled.

"Don't mention it." Zheng Tulu said, appearing somewhat irritable.

He Liping became even more puzzled and asked: "Old Zheng, what's wrong again?"

Zheng Tulu sighed and said: "I originally wanted to invite Vice Minister Li and Director Zhu to dinner at noon today. Ruru's matter caused them to be implicated, especially Director Zhu, who even got an administrative demerit. It was just too coincidental. Who knew that I happened to run into Vice Governor Song also eating there. He ridiculed me in front of so many people from the province, making me unable to hold my head up."

Originally, Zheng Tulu felt that Director Zhu and Li Changping were somewhat implicated because of his own affairs. He left an hour early in the morning, booked a place to eat, invited Li Changping and Director Zhu, and gave each of them fifty thousand yuan, which was considered compensation after the two were implicated because of his daughter's affairs. It was said that after eating, he would accompany Li Changping to play mahjong for the afternoon, and by the way, ask about He Liping's affairs, so the lunch took a bit long. Just the three of them ate from eleven o'clock to past one o'clock. The three of them pushed cups and exchanged glasses, drinking with great interest. Because the private room door was open, Song Jianguo and a group of people from the Provincial Party Committee came to eat at past one o'clock. When passing by the private room, they glanced and saw that it was Li Changping and the other two drinking inside, so they walked in.

Seeing Executive Vice Governor Song Jianguo arrive suddenly with a group of people from the Provincial Party Committee, Zheng Tulu, who was flushed from drinking, and Li Changping and others immediately stood up with surprise and enthusiasm to welcome them, and respectfully pulled Song Jianguo to sit down and toast. Song Jianguo smiled seemingly kindly, but ridiculed Zheng Tulu in front of Li Changping and others as well as several people from the Provincial Party Committee who came with Song Jianguo, making Zheng Tulu blush and wish he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Executive Vice Governor Song Jianguo sat down, drank three glasses of wine, ridiculed Zheng Tulu, and then took the people from the Provincial Party Committee to another private room to eat, making Zheng Tulu, Li Changping, and Director Zhu, whose atmosphere was originally very active, suddenly become much duller. And at that time, Zheng Tulu originally wanted to call Li Changping to play mahjong and ask about He Liping's affairs, but who knew that Su Qing called him, asking him to go to her office in the afternoon for work. Li Changping also didn't have time in the afternoon, so the three of them dispersed.

Hearing the ins and outs of the matter, He Liping smiled faintly and comforted Zheng Tulu: "Old Zheng, is it worth it to be so upset over this little thing? It's only right for Vice Governor Song to ridicule you a couple of times. Who told him to be a leader? You don't think about it, this time Ruru's matter caused such a big fuss. If Vice Governor Song had too much opinion about you, he wouldn't just give you and Director Zhu an administrative demerit. If he really wanted to do things according to rules and regulations, old Zheng, you also know that I'm afraid it wouldn't be as light as an administrative demerit. In the final analysis, Vice Governor Song has no opinion about you. At the dinner table, maybe it was a joke, but you might have taken it seriously. It's nothing."

He Liping's comfort made Zheng Tulu feel much more comfortable. He took a puff of his cigarette, and the heavy expression on his face eased a bit. He stood up to pour a glass of water, sat down, took a sip, looked at He Liping, and asked: "Liping, do you think the punishment from above this time is not serious?"

"Not serious, not serious at all. An administrative demerit doesn't have any big impact." He Liping said without hesitation.

Zheng Tulu nodded. Hearing that He Liping's thoughts were the same as his own, he felt much better.

Seeing that Zheng Tulu's expression had returned to normal, He Liping asked about her own affairs: "Old Zheng, you didn't have time to ask Vice Minister Li about my affairs at noon, did you?"