Chapter 864

Just as his brain was buzzing and he didn't know what to do, Han Rui came in from the outside. Seeing him in Zheng Tulu's office, she asked with a look of surprise, "Zhao Desan, why are you here?"

"I... oh, I came to get a document signed by Director Zheng." In his panic, Zhao Desan shook the document he was using as a cover.

Han Rui said "Oh" and said, "I came to get the red-headed document from the Provincial Committee for Director Zheng."

Zhao Desan said "Oh." Seeing she didn't have any suspicion, he gradually calmed down, smiled as if nothing had happened, and said, "Then you get busy, I'll go downstairs first." Saying this, he walked out of Zheng Tulu's office in a panic.

Coming out of the office, Zhao Desan completely let go of the heart that had been hanging. He took a long breath, looked down at his pants pocket containing Zheng Tulu's phone with the erotic photos of Director Lan, a proud smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, and he walked downstairs openly and returned to the office.

After sitting down, Zhao Desan couldn't wait to see the erotic photos of Director Lan on Zheng Tulu's phone that he had obtained through the "civet cat for a prince" trick. He wanted to see if Director Lan's figure when she was completely naked was as graceful and hot as she looked when she was wearing clothes, because some women's breasts were not particularly firm and beautiful, and they always liked to wear thickened underwear to decorate them. Zhao Desan had seen many such women, and he really wanted to see if Director Lan's breasts were really that firm and full.

Zhao Desan really couldn't wait to see the photos on the phone. He reached his hand into his pants pocket and held the phone several times, but let go several times. Because if this phone were taken out openly and seen by Zheng Ru, she would definitely recognize it as her father's phone. And even if he argued that it was a new phone he had bought, Xia Jian would definitely snatch it away to play with it due to his curiosity about the new phone. Thinking of all this, Zhao Desan suppressed his urgent mentality, thinking that anyway, this phone was already in his hand, and those photos of Director Lan were inside. He would see them sooner or later, so he didn't need to be in a hurry.

At this time, the Party Committee members and leaders of each department of the Construction Committee were all seated in the conference room. Lan Mei sat diagonally opposite Zheng Tulu. As soon as they entered the conference room, their eyes held each other for a moment. Lan Mei glared at him fiercely and lowered her head. Zheng Tulu sneered at her with a look of pride, opened the notebook placed in front of him, coughed twice, cleared his throat, and said, "Now I have called everyone together to hold a meeting. What meeting? A few days ago, the Provincial Committee issued a document, asking our unit to send someone to the Provincial Party School for study." Zheng Tulu held up the red-headed document Han Rui brought for everyone to see, put it down, and continued: "Work has been busy recently, and I haven't had time to deal with this matter. Classes at the Party School start on Monday, so we must finalize this matter today. I can't decide this matter alone, we have to study and decide to see who is more suitable. That is the purpose. Everyone can recommend the candidates you think are more suitable."

After Zheng Tulu finished his opening remarks, everyone whispered and discussed, "Old Ma, who do you think is more suitable for this quota?"

Ma Debang knew that Su Qing had already greeted Zheng Tulu, so he knew that this meeting was just a procedure, and Zheng Tulu already had an idea in his heart. In order not to offend other leaders who held different opinions at the meeting, Ma Debang smiled and played Tai Chi, saying, "It's better for you to decide, Director Zheng."

Zheng Tulu chuckled, as if there were no grudges, and moved his gaze to Lan Mei, who had been lowering her head. He said sanctimoniously with a chuckle, "Director Lan, you speak. Who do you think is more suitable to go to the Party School for study?"

As a director, Lan Mei's power in the conference room was relatively low. Zheng Tulu only asked the second-in-command, Ma Debang, and then asked her directly. Lan Mei knew it must be that beast deliberately making things difficult for her. But in front of so many leaders in the conference room, Lan Mei couldn't vent her inner anger, so she raised her head slightly, glared at him fiercely, and said indifferently, "There are four people in our Planning Department. I think it is more suitable for Zhao Desan to go." The reason Lan Mei recommended Zhao Desan was not only because he wanted to stand up for her after knowing she was insulted by this beast Zheng Tulu, but more because of the talent Zhao Desan had shown in his work over the past six months, which made her dispel her prejudice against him and felt that the opportunity to go to the Party School for study should be given to the most capable person.

Hearing that the person Lan Mei recommended was Zhao Desan, Zheng Tulu was very unhappy in his heart. He glanced at her with strange eyes, then immediately said with a smile, "I will state one point in advance: new comrades who have not been working for a long time will not be considered for this opportunity to go to the Party School for study. Comrades who have had several years of work experience are more suitable." After finishing, Zheng Tulu saw everyone whispering, but no one took the initiative to recommend candidates, so he knew that after he said this, the leaders of the departments where those seven or eight newcomers who had just started working were located would not be able to say anything. So he said with a chuckle, "Since everyone can't make up their minds, then I will recommend a candidate, and that is Xia Jian from our Planning Department. Little Xia has been in the unit for several years and has more work experience. I think it is more suitable to give this opportunity to go to the Party School for study to such a young comrade with rich work experience. What do you think?"

In China, there is such a custom and habit: no matter what unit or department, as long as it is something proposed by the leader, no one will ever vote against it. Zheng Tulu recommended Xia Jian like this, and others in the conference room couldn't say anything more, just whispering, but no one stood up and said anything directly.

Zheng Tulu turned his face to observe the reactions of other leaders while lighting a cigarette and taking a puff, saying with a smile, "Does anyone have any recommendations? If there are no other candidates, then let's vote democratically to decide. Those who agree to let Little Xia from the Planning Department go to the Party School for study, please raise your hands." Saying this, he was the first to raise his hand, looking at everyone with a strange, commanding gaze.

Everyone looked at each other and hesitated for a while. Several department leaders who were indifferent to this matter raised their hands slowly. There were several other department leaders who had objections to this decision who looked at it, hesitated for a moment, and then followed one after another, lowering their heads and raising their hands.

You must never vote against the leader. Whenever it involves election issues under the banner of democracy, the scene finally seen must be all people with voting rights raising their hands in agreement. Such a scene is a unique landscape in the Chinese officialdom and also an unwritten rule. Before long, many hands were raised in the conference room. Even Ma Debang, who had been extremely reluctant about this decision on the side, bit the bullet and raised his hand last, and the only person in the entire conference room who didn't raise her hand was Lan Mei.