Chapter 1404

Tian Zhuang blinked and laughed, sitting on the sofa.

Tian Zhuang wasn't just a branch factory director promoted up; if he didn't have some skills, he couldn't have served as the group's comprehensive office director.

When he received Old Liu's report, he knew Xiong Zhaoming was at the end of his rope, wanting to revoke the punishment on the distillery, actually because he was afraid of being held accountable by Secretary Jian.

Originally, he had problems when he came down this time; if he touched Secretary Jian's bad luck because of the distillery's punishment, he would really have no way to live.

"Department Head Xiong, I can't accept this apology."

"Director Tian," Xiong Zhaoming gritted his teeth and bowed again: "Yesterday at the guesthouse, for the neglect of you, I also want to say sorry to you."

Tian Zhuang said indifferently: "Department Head Xiong, it's not that I'm making things difficult for you; without a punishment revocation notice from the Provincial Department, it's impossible for me to restore production.

Besides, apologizing to me is of no use. Because this was instructed by our Chairman; if you can't get the punishment revocation notice from the Provincial Department, then only our Chairman can issue the order."

Actually, he hadn't thought about finding Zhou Andong, but ever since he arrived in Jiangzhou, Zhou Andong hadn't been very friendly to him, even saying it was hostile.

He didn't even know where he had offended that bastard. If he had rashly found him, the result would definitely be self-inflicted humiliation.

So he came to find Tian Zhuang; in his thinking, dealing with Tian Zhuang would be much easier. And, as the group's comprehensive office director, letting the distillery restore production immediately was just a matter of one sentence.

But he never thought that he would put his posture so low, even giving up his dignity.

Humble like a clown, bowing and apologizing to Tian Zhuang, but the final result was like this.

This made him feel both angry and deeply powerless.

Tian Zhuang picked up the cigarette on the coffee table and lit it: "Department Head Xiong, our Chairman often tells us that if you make a mistake, you must admit it, and if you are beaten, you must stand straight."

Speaking of this, Tian Zhuang stood up and patted Xiong Zhaoming on the shoulder.

"Now I also give this sentence to you, hoping you can understand that in this world, except for your father, no one will spoil you."

"By the way!" Tian Zhuang smoked: "This last sentence was also said by our Chairman. Department Head Xiong, do you think our Chairman has talent?

Even if what he says is very vulgar, it has depth, always thought-provoking, and makes people benefit a lot?"

"He has the depth of a motherfucker."

The matter didn't work out, and Xiong Zhaoming couldn't bear it anymore, finally exploding the anger in his heart.

What quality, what leader's demeanor, were all about to go to hell; quality and demeanor were of no use.

"You people in the distillery, including you Tian Zhuang, are all big idiots. He is just a mud-legged person, relying on a mouth to bluff, making you work for him.

Just wait, none of you will have a good end, and you will all be sold by that dog-fucking Zhou Andong."

"Our Chairman is a mud-legged person, then what are you?" Tian Zhuang sneered: "A dignified national cadre, yet full of male theft and female prostitution; do you dare to swear to heaven that there is no shit in your pants?"

"Our Chairman is a mud-legged person, but from top to bottom, from inside to outside, he is clean. What about you? Dressed like a human, but dirty like a maggot in a toilet.

Wearing the title of Deputy Department Head, you eat, take, and ask everywhere, damaging the public to fatten yourself. Look at your fat head and big ears, and this corrupt belly; how much people's fat and cream have you scraped to be able to eat like a pig?"

"You..."

Xiong Zhaoming's hands trembled, pointing at Tian Zhuang, unable to say a word.

"You, your mother's you."

Tian Zhuang slapped Xiong Zhaoming's pointing hand away very impolitely.

"Immediately, right now, get out, or I'll have security throw you out."

Xiong Zhaoming's eyes went dark, and his body swayed as if he were about to fall.

Tian Zhuang was quick-eyed and fast-handed, grabbing his arm.

"What's the matter, can't play the bright way, and want to play a drama of knocking on the east and forcing the west?"

Xiong Zhaoming regained his strength and pushed Tian Zhuang away.

"Tell Zhou Andong, I will definitely take revenge for this grudge."

"As long as you don't frame me," Tian Zhuang laughed: "My monthly salary is a few hundred yuan; if it were all framed by you, my whole family would have to drink the northwest wind."

"Hmph!" Xiong Zhaoming turned and left, then slammed the door shut with a bang.

Tian Zhuang laughed loudly; having lived for more than forty years, scolding a deputy department-level cadre until he was bloody-headed, this feeling was too damn refreshing.

Xiong Zhaoming left the factory building with a dead-gray face, and those subordinates followed him silently, no one daring to speak.

Although they also clearly knew that this Xiong Zhaoming might not be able to get past this hurdle.

But he was still their leader, the Deputy Director of the Provincial Department of Industry, so they should still respect him.

Xiong Zhaoming looked up at the sky; the sun was very bright, but he felt the whole world was dark.

He stood there for a long time, not knowing where to go, and had thought about returning to the provincial capital immediately, but he just wasn't reconciled.

When he was little, he studied desperately, and after graduation, he climbed desperately.

He sent his girlfriend's gifts away and worshipped a leader younger than him as his godfather.

It can be said that in order to climb up, he would stop at nothing.

As long as it could bring him benefits, as long as he could send it, he would send it without hesitation.

Therefore, when he had power in his hands, he used every means possible.

He wanted to earn back with interest everything he had sent out over the years.

He had worked so hard for so many years to reach his current position, and now he was about to lose it; how could he be reconciled?

It was past eight o'clock now; this time in winter was very cold.

Especially today, the small north wind was very hard, scraping on his face like a small knife.

The group of people standing behind couldn't stand it anymore, especially the few women.

Shivering, they had no choice but to turn back into the factory gate.

Finally, Xiong Zhaoming couldn't stand it either, turning to walk toward the car, opening the car door to get in.

At this time, he saw a motorcade slowly driving in from outside, which made his eyes light up, and his body shook violently.

Secretary Jian was here; this was his last chance, so he slammed the car door shut and ran toward them with his two short legs.

The car stopped in the parking lot, and the Costar car door opened; Jian Zhengxue was the first to get out of the car.

"Secretary, I have something to tell you," Xiong Zhaoming panted, his voice tearful.

"Oh!" Zhou Andong got out of the car and said with a smile: "This must be Department Head Xiong; I've long heard of your great name."

Xiong Zhaoming didn't pay attention to him, but looked at Jian Zhengxue, tears streaming down his face.

"Secretary, please give me a chance."

Jian Zhengxue nodded expressionlessly: "Okay, I'll give you a chance, come with me."