Chapter 1395

After teasing Han Rui, he arrived at the door of Zheng Tulu's office with a triumphant smile. Just as he was about to knock, he suddenly heard He Liping's voice inside, so he immediately withdrew his raised hand and listened carefully. After listening for a while, he realized that He Liping was speaking well of him in front of Zheng Tulu, inciting the old guy to promote him.

This He Liping, it seems she has also been conquered by me, Zhao Desan thought triumphantly, and then raised his hand to knock on Zheng Tulu's office door.

"Come in." Zheng Tulu replied.

Zhao Desan pushed the door open and saw He Liping sitting close to Zheng Tulu on the sofa, with Zheng Tulu's hand resting on He Liping's shoulder. Seeing him enter, he immediately withdrew it, stood up intentionally, and said with a kind, "Hehe," "Comrade Xiao Zhao is here, sit down."

Zheng Tulu's sudden change in attitude toward him made Zhao Desan feel that this was all He Liping's credit. He said "Oh," and while Zheng Tulu turned to walk toward his boss chair, he coughed twice, gave He Liping a wicked smile, and walked up to sit down, deliberately keeping a distance from her.

He Liping glanced at him sideways, a flash of aloofness in her smile, and said to Zheng Tulu, "Old Zheng, you and Comrade Xiao Zhao talk, I'll go back to my office first."

"Alright, you go ahead." Zheng Tulu said as he sat down.

He Liping stood up and glanced at Zhao Desan, who was sitting to the side. Her eyes were full of provocation, her tall stature and graceful figure causing her two high mounds to sway up and down with her gait. Because he was under Zheng Tulu's nose, Zhao Desan didn't dare to put too much thought into her. He just glanced at her and quickly withdrew his gaze. Looking down, he saw several wads of toilet paper piled in the trash can next to the sofa, and he knew that this pair of dogs had been up to no good in the office. "Director Zheng, what instructions do you have for me?" Zhao Desan asked with a respectful, "Hehe," smile.

"Comrade Xiao Zhao, you should know about the recent online matters, right?" Zheng Tulu appeared mild-mannered, but in reality, he felt very uncomfortable whenever this was mentioned.

The online matter Zheng Tulu was referring to was obviously the promotion of Zheng Ru, but Zhao Desan deliberately feigned ignorance and chuckled, "There are so many things happening online every day, I don't know which one you are referring to, Director Zheng?"

Seeing Zhao Desan feigning ignorance, Zheng Tulu was so angry he ground his back teeth, thinking, you brat, still playing dumb with me! The expression on his face changed subtly, and he gave a somewhat unnatural, mocking laugh, saying slowly, "Which one could I be referring to? Of course, it's the matter related to our unit, the one that's been making such a fuss online recently. I think you should know about it, Comrade Xiao Zhao. Your cousin is Minister Su of the Organization Department, after all, and this matter was explained to the outside world at a briefing held by the Organization Department."

Only then did Zhao Desan pretend to have a sudden realization and said, "Oh, you mean the matter of your daughter, Zheng Ru? You could have just said so, Director Zheng. If you hadn't made it clear, I wouldn't have known what you were trying to express."

"Yes, that's the matter. I don't know which bastard had nothing better to do and actually posted this online, causing such a big stir and bringing me so much trouble!" Zheng Tulu gritted his teeth, looking as if he suspected Zhao Desan.

Zhao Desan knew that Zheng Tulu was saying these things on purpose for him to hear, wanting to make him lose his composure and admit that he was the one who did it. Unfortunately, his calculations were wrong. Zhao Desan calmly chuckled and said, "Really, who has nothing better to do, posting such things online!"

Zheng Tulu looked at him straight for a while with a strange gaze, a fake smile appearing on his face, and said kindly, "Alright, let's not pursue this matter for now. The provincial handling measures have come down, Comrade Xiao Zhao, you should know about them, right?"

Zhao Desan sat down and listened to him say so much, still not knowing what medicine this old guy was selling in his gourd or what he meant. He was in no mood to chat with him, so he asked directly, "Director Zheng, if you have something to say, just say it. No need to beat around the bush, it's wasting your time."

Zheng Tulu glanced at him, lowered his eyes, gave two dry laughs, leaned back in his chair, and said, "Alright, Comrade Xiao Zhao is a straightforward person, so I won't beat around the bush. It's like this: Ruru's appointment has been cancelled, but the position of Deputy Section Chief still needs someone to fill it. I've considered it for a while, and I want to choose one from you, Xia Jian, and Zhao Da to report up. I want to hear your thoughts."

What kind of trick is this old guy playing? Zhao Desan was momentarily confused. Could it be that he had some other trick up his sleeve? So he appeared very indifferent and chuckled, "Who gets chosen is up to you, the leader, isn't it? I don't have much of a say."

"Minister Su did greet me and asked me to focus on considering you, but I want to hear your thoughts. Just don't withdraw voluntarily like last time." The biggest characteristic of this old guy, Zheng Tulu, was his shamelessness. He could lie through his teeth and turn black into white, his expression not changing at all as he said this.

"I... I spit on that! If you hadn't forced me, would I have withdrawn!" Seeing Zheng Tulu lying through his teeth, Zhao Desan couldn't hold back. In his anxiety, he became somewhat agitated and cursed directly.

Zheng Tulu was not moved at all. He still smiled kindly, appearing exceptionally calm and composed as he said, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, if you want to go up this time, I will definitely push you up and satisfy you. Consider it as me compensating you for the regret of last time. I'll handle this for you, and from now on, the grievances between you and me will be wiped clean. How about that?"

"Wiped clean? How wiped clean? You have those photos of me and Section Chief Lan, so whatever you say goes, right!" Zhao Desan glanced at him sideways and lit a cigarette. In front of outsiders, the two of them seemed to respect the hierarchy, but when alone, they became somewhat tense as they spoke.

"Those photos are just for me to look at myself." Zheng Tulu's face was full of treacherous smiles, "As long as you don't always go against me in everything from now on, I won't go looking for trouble for you either. As for Lan Mei, you can play with her however you want; that's your ability, kid."

"Then you should delete all those photos first." Zhao Desan bargained. He knew that as long as that old guy had their photos in his hands, they couldn't have peace. They definitely couldn't listen to that old fox and let him manipulate them.

Upon hearing Zhao Desan's condition, Zheng Tulu laughed and said, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, I can agree to this condition of yours. But even if I delete all the photos, do you believe I don't have backups? Don't worry, whether I delete them or not, only I know. These photos are all kept for me to look at myself. I can guarantee that so far, I haven't shown them to anyone."

"Then—" Zhao Desan was about to say in his anxiety: "Then isn't He Liping a person!" But if he said that, wouldn't he be exposing the intimate relationship between himself and He Liping? So the words reached his lips and he swallowed them back hard. He glared at Zheng Tulu and muttered with a mocking laugh, "Really treating everyone like a fool!"

"I'm just telling you. Actually, there's no major conflict between us. As long as you don't look for trouble for me, I definitely won't look for trouble for you. I also know you're a young man with ability, and I don't want to affect your future. So, this time, I'm prepared to recommend you as the Section Chief of the Planning Section. What do you think?" Zheng Tulu took a big detour and finally got to the point.

Zhao Desan was truly confused by this old guy for a moment, not knowing what the old thing wanted to do. He held his head high and said, "What I think doesn't matter, it's all up to you!!"

Zheng Tulu chuckled and said, "This

time, I've found a convenience for you. Ruru can't go up for the time being, and you, kid, have caught the east wind. Plus, with Minister Su helping you, you will definitely have great achievements in the future. Calling you up is just for this matter, nothing else." Since the conditions weren't negotiated, Zheng Tulu simply laid out his thoughts. Anyway, regarding the candidate issue this time, his daughter Zheng Ru had lost the opportunity, and he had no need to play any more tricks. He listened to He Liping's suggestion and prepared to recommend Zhao Desan to go up.

Sure enough, on the afternoon of the day when the provincial temporary standing committee meeting was held and the resolution to promote He Liping to Deputy Director of the Hexi Provincial Construction Commission (deputy department level) was passed with a high vote, Zheng Tulu summarized the idea of recommending Zhao Desan as Deputy Section Chief of the Planning Section of the Construction Commission into materials. Because although Zhao Desan had worked hard at the Yuyang City Coal Bureau, his file and resume were still rich, but not enough to meet the work year requirements for a deputy department-level cadre. He could only report the materials to the Provincial Party Committee Organization Department for approval according to the method of exceptional promotion.

That night, after passionate entanglement with Su Qing in the bathroom, taking a shower, and getting into bed wrapped in a bath towel, Su Qing told Zhao Desan about this matter. Hearing this, Zhao Desan truly couldn't figure it out for a moment. Why was Zheng Tulu so willing to recommend him up this time?

"Sister Su, did you put pressure on that fox Zheng Tulu? Otherwise, how could that old thing be willing to report me up?" Zhao Desan felt that a large part of the reason Zheng Tulu could do this was because Su Qing was putting pressure on him from above. A higher official crushes a lower one, and Zheng Tulu really couldn't think of any way to offset Su Qing's pressure this time.