Chapter 857

"Brother Zheng, I heard from Xia Jian that the Construction Committee is going to send someone to the Party School for study. Has the candidate been decided yet?" Xia Jian's wife went straight to the point, turned her body, and leaned on his shoulder, appearing extremely like a little bird.

Zheng Tulu didn't mind at all, reached out a hand to wrap around her exposed, sexy, fragrant shoulder, and while stroking it with his thick palm, said, "Not yet. I've been too busy recently to hold a meeting to study this matter."

"What's there to study? Brother Zheng, you have the highest official position in the Construction Committee, isn't it just a matter of your word? I think you should just let our useless Xia Jian go to the Party School for training. That useless guy has been working for several years and still hasn't achieved anything." Xia Jian's wife walked her delicate fingers gently over Zheng Tulu's thigh and said coquettishly.

Hearing her say this, Zheng Tulu understood what was going on. He stopped stroking her shoulder, turned his head, and asked, "Did Little Xia ask you to tell me this?"

Xia Jian's wife was stunned for a moment, a look of panic flashed across her face, but she pretended to be calm and smiled coquettishly, "How could that be? I heard him mention this matter and felt he was too useless and hadn't achieved anything. If there is such a good opportunity, it would be better to let him strive for it. Maybe going to the Party School for training will be helpful for his work."

Zheng Tulu held her in his arms and stroked her white, tender, fleshy shoulder, saying, "Little sister, you don't know. Many people in the Construction Committee are competing for this opportunity to go to the Party School for training in private. The reason I haven't held a meeting to study it is that I'm afraid that if the candidate is decided, the people below won't be satisfied and it won't be convincing. Besides, I don't know if you know about that Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao in the Planning Department..."

"I heard from Xia Jian, it's that Zhao Desan whose cousin is the Minister of the Provincial Organization Department," Xia Jian's wife said.

Zheng Tulu said with a difficult expression, "It's that Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao. He also wants to seize this opportunity to go to the Party School for training. Minister Su called me and greeted me, asking me to give this opportunity to Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao. But I don't really want to let Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao go, so now I'm also under pressure and haven't held a meeting to study this matter yet."

"Brother Zheng, this is an internal matter of your Construction Committee. Although Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao's cousin is the Minister of the Provincial Organization Department, she can't influence the internal affairs of your Construction Committee. Besides, sending someone to the Party School for study should also be decided by you, Brother Zheng, after study. Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao has only been working at the Construction Committee for a few days. If he is really sent to the Party School for training, other people in your Construction Committee won't be convinced. If you ask me, I think Xia Jian is suitable. At least he has worked for a long time and has a certain seniority. What do you think, Brother Zheng?" Xia Jian's wife leaned on the old bald donkey and kept blowing into his ear, urging him to leave this opportunity for Xia Jian.

However, what this young married woman said gave Zheng Tulu a feeling of sudden enlightenment. He felt what she said made a lot of sense. Who to send to the Party School for training was an internal matter of the Construction Committee. He was, after all, the head of the Construction Committee, and it was reasonable and legitimate for him to make the final decision. Although Su Qing had great power, it was wrong for her to interfere in this matter. What's more, if Zhao Desan were really sent to the Party School for training, it would definitely not be convincing, which would instead affect his prestige in the unit, and the people below would definitely have opinions. Whether looking at work experience or seniority, Xia Jian was a good candidate, better than Zhao Desan, that thorn in his side. Besides, this matter had to be studied at a meeting anyway. When the time came, if he recommended Xia Jian at the meeting, other Party Committee members definitely wouldn't have any objections. If Su Qing asked about it later, he would just say that sending Xia Jian to the Party School for study was the wish of the masses, and he reckoned she wouldn't be able to say anything.

Zheng Tulu was furrowing his brows and thinking about this matter. Seeing he wasn't speaking, Xia Jian's wife hit Zheng Tulu's chest with a fist like a spoiled child, pouted coquettishly, and said, "Brother Zheng, say something. Just let Xia Jian go, okay?"

Zheng Tulu thought it through and considered it resolved. As the saying goes, a strong dragon doesn't suppress the local snake. Even if Su Qing had more power and a higher official position than him, she was an outsider, and he was the one who had the final say in the Construction Committee. Zheng Tulu thought this while reaching out to pat Xia Jian's wife's white, tender, round thigh, saying, "Alright, since little sister has said so, Brother will agree to you and arrange for Xia Jian to go to the Party School for training. We will hold a meeting to study it tomorrow when we get to the unit and go through the necessary procedures."

Xia Jian's wife looked at him with joy, leaned her head on his shoulder, and said coquettishly, "Brother Zheng, you are so good."

Zheng Tulu's face was full of wicked smiles. He lowered his head, stared at the white, tender flesh ball that was one-third exposed, and asked with bad intentions, "Little sister, Brother has helped you with such a big favor, don't you intend to thank Brother?"

"How does Brother Zheng want this little sister to thank you?" Xia Jian's wife raised her egg-shaped face, her dark, bright eyes looking at him in a daze, a charming smile on her face, appearing especially coquettish, like a fox spirit who could hook a man's soul.

"That depends on how little sister wants to thank me. But Brother has said in advance: first, don't send anything to Brother, and second, no money." Zheng Tulu stared at the lace-trimmed collar of her pajamas and said lecherously.

"Brother Zheng, then... then how about I thank you with myself?" Xia Jian's wife said coquettishly, and a small, white, tender hand moved slowly along his thigh to the root of his thigh, gently stroking it with her fingertips. This light, itchy feeling made Zheng Tulu feel extremely satisfied. His fifty-year-old body soon became agitated, and that useless third leg of his gradually stirred and raised its head.

"Little sister, Brother is very angry now and wants to vent his anger." Zheng Tulu smiled wickedly and pulled her hand directly onto his crotch. ===== CHAPTER 858 =====