Chapter 636: The Affectation of Meng Xiaoyu

From the moment Meng Xiaoyu saw the rubbing, his eyes never left it.

I sat quietly on the side, watching him as if intoxicated, and thought in my heart, if this person didn't mix in officialdom, based on his obsession, maybe he would become a master. So I sighed that the world lacked an art family and added an official.

Actually, people who are officials in history all have some elegance, and art is also passed down by them, becoming high-brow. As for the juggling in the countryside and folk skills, they are just things for the low-brow.

It's just that the cadres now don't have their minds on elegance. The power of power and money is more tempting than anything else. Human beauty, wine pools and meat forests, have shattered how much chanting and moon-gazing; deceit and deception, have created how much official career style. Who would still have the mood to take the word "elegant"?

Lao Bi sighed and said, "You know as well as I do that I only have this little bit of power; signing my name doesn't really do much. The key still lies with the superiors. As long as there is a directive from the leadership, I will absolutely not delay for even half a minute and will handle it for you immediately."

Great elegance is a person's spiritual cultivation, the highest embodiment of moral sentiment. Not only born with it, but also need to practice tirelessly after birth. Great vulgarity is different, but eating, hiccuping, talking and farting are all classified as great vulgarity!

Great elegance needs tempering, great vulgarity comes at hand!

People of great elegance are first obsessed, such as people like Meng Xiaoyu who are obsessed, their eyeballs don't seem to move, staring at the rubbing and constantly drawing cold air. As for great vulgarity, just like me, watching others obsessed on the side, but in my heart, I am repeatedly scolding SB.

Meng Xiaoyu's expression made my heart as sweet as honey, and his performance could be seen that if I took the rubbing away from his eyes at this moment, he would even have the heart to die.

I coughed a few times on purpose, but didn't attract his attention. So I increased the intensity of the cough, hoping to draw him over from the rubbing.

These few sounds finally woke Meng Xiaoyu up. He looked at me blankly, looking lost.

I smiled and said: "Secretary-General Meng, I see you are an expert, why don't you ask you to appreciate it deeply and give some opinions."

Meng Xiaoyu's eyebrows twitched, and he asked me: "Do you mean to put it here with me first?"

"Of course!" I said easily: "I am not familiar with this thing, and it has no meaning in my hands. This is like a precious sword matching a hero. You are a hero, of course it is more valuable to put it here."

Meng Xiaoyu's lips trembled a few times, wanting to speak but didn't make a sound.

I seized the opportunity to say goodbye: "Secretary-General Meng, I have to return to Hengyue City first. When I have time, I will come to disturb you again."

Meng Xiaoyu said in surprise: "Your matter is all handled? In a hurry to go back?"

I smiled bitterly: "Anyway, it can't be handled. Secretary-General Meng has no money in his hands, I can't force you, right? Besides, our Hengyue City Industrial Park is a named park in the Central Province, I believe your provincial leaders will not not consider us."

Meng Xiaoyu laughed, fingers tapping on the office desk: "Chen Feng, you are really a human spirit. How about this, you don't rush to return to Hengyue City, I will go and think of a way for you. If it is done, you don't thank me. If it is not done, you don't blame me."

I accompanied with a smiling face: "How dare, how dare! Leader, you are taking care of me. Whether there is hope or not, I must thank you."

Meng Xiaoyu smiled and said: "You wait first, I will go out for a while and come back."

He carefully wrapped the cloth bag, hesitated, but still opened the drawer and stuffed it in.

Meng Xiaoyu going out must have something to do with my matter. I boldly examined his office. After all, it is the office of a provincial leader, more than twice as large as my office in the Hengyue City Letters and Visits Bureau. Just a desk is ten thousand times more imposing than mine.

There are a few green plants planted in the room, full of vitality. There is a cactus, the leaves are fat, and the white fine needles on the leaves are hard and tenacious.

I didn't understand why such a thing was placed in his office, until I saw a word hanging on the wall, writing "Empty Heart Like a Valley" and understood. Meng Xiaoyu is a person with a very strong sense of self-protection. A word tells others that his heart is broad, but a cactus completely betrayed himself.

I was complacent about seeing through Meng Xiaoyu's life, but Old Bi suddenly pushed the door in, and at a glance saw me, very surprised and said: "You haven't left yet?"

I smiled lightly: "Why should I leave? Secretary-General Meng asked me to sit for a while, he will be back soon."

Old Bi was stunned, and then slapped his thigh and said: "Oh, Chen Feng, your matter is done."

Of course I know the matter is done, I saw hope from Meng Xiaoyu's eyes long ago. A rubbing made Meng Xiaoyu fall into my gourd.

Old Bi hadn't sat down yet, Meng Xiaoyu pushed the door in hurriedly.

He didn't even look at Old Bi, and said directly to me: "Where is your project report?"

I did prepare the project report, but I didn't take it out, but went to see Old Bi.

Old Bi was stunned, and then woke up. He hurriedly turned out my project report from his bag and handed it to Meng Xiaoyu with both hands: "Secretary-General, I read it, the project is still relatively reasonable."

Meng Xiaoyu snorted in his nose, took the report and browsed it hurriedly, pressing it in his hand: "There will be a Standing Committee meeting in two days. I am preparing to talk about your project at the Standing Committee meeting."

My heart was originally very solid, but now hearing him say this, my heart hung up again.

The Provincial Party Committee Standing Committee meeting cannot specifically hold a meeting for my project report. At most, Meng Xiaoyu will go through it at the meeting. As for whether it can be done, the grasp is not very big.

I can't let Meng Xiaoyu give me a guarantee. People are willing to go through it at the Standing Committee meeting, which has already given me great face. A project report like mine is just a small matter of chicken skin and garlic in the province.

I decided to say goodbye and wait for the letter to be left to fate.

Old Bi still had things to report, and I was an outsider, so it was not suitable to listen to people's work reports. Therefore, when I said goodbye, neither of them kept me.

As soon as I came out of the Provincial Government compound gate, I sighed long.

It has been almost a week since I came out, and I have to report the progress of the work to the Mayor.

Hearing that our project report is going to be passed at the Provincial Party Committee Standing Committee meeting, the Mayor's voice trembled.

"Chen Feng, you must hold on for me. Now is the critical moment, and there can be no mistakes."

I said in fear: "Mayor, I am afraid I can't hold on!"

The Mayor laughed on the phone, and after laughing, said: "If you didn't hold on, it's better not to come back, just die in the province. You also don't want to hit the idea of my industrial park, I will change people!"

I accompanied with a smile: "Mayor, I decided to do my best!"

"Hmm." The Mayor pondered for a while and said: "The last sentence is not needed."

I just hung up the phone, and the Mayor said again: "Do you need anyone now? Cooperate with your work."

I shook my head and said: "Temporarily not needed. Besides, things that haven't been written yet, if they are not done well, it's a bamboo basket to fetch water."

The Mayor laughed loudly: "Since there is no stroke yet, we will write a stroke for him first."

"Write a stroke?" I asked hesitantly, not knowing what the Mayor meant.

"We create momentum first." The Mayor said seriously: "The momentum is created, not afraid that the leaders will not consider it."

"But how to create it?" I was still hesitating. Actually, I already understood the Mayor's meaning in my heart. He wanted to perform a play of "forcing the palace".

"You just wait in the province with peace of mind. I will send a reporter to the province to find you. The front page of our Hengyue Daily will create momentum first." The Mayor arranged for me: "I will send a reporter who will give you face."

The Mayor finally hung up the phone, but I became more and more uneasy.

The "forcing the palace" play that the Mayor wants to perform, if it is smashed, I will be the first to go to hell.

Waiting at the gate of the Provincial Government for a long time without seeing Old Bi come out, I didn't dare to call him. Simply sent him a message: "Division Chief Bi, waiting for your call."

The message was sent out for less than three minutes, and Old Bi's phone came in, asking me face to face: "Chen Feng, what means did you play? Let the Secretary-General scold me."

I hurriedly defended: "I didn't say anything, didn't do anything."

"The ghost knows you." Old Bi scolded: "You dog day, let me be scolded, see how you compensate me."

Old Bi said rough words, which meant he didn't treat me as an outsider. So I smiled and said: "Division Chief Bi, from now on, your tea is covered by me, and I guarantee it is all top-grade tea, how about it?"

Old Bi smiled: "That's about it." The words didn't fall, and he hurriedly asked me: "Where are you now? Left me alone?"

I told him I was at the gate, waiting for him.

Less than five minutes after hanging up Old Bi's phone, I saw Old Bi swaying out of the Provincial Government gate, looking around everywhere.

I pressed the horn, he looked towards me, I stretched my hand out of the car window and beckoned in his direction. He clearly saw it, his pace accelerated a lot, and after a while he climbed into my car panting, glaring at me: "Why didn't you wait for me?"

I smiled: "Division Chief Bi, do I dare not wait for you? Look, I didn't dare to go far, I have been waiting for you with my eyes."

Old Bi laughed, his fat body pressing my car seat to creak.

"Where to?" I asked.

"Now it's handed over to you." Old Bi closed his eyes comfortably: "Wherever you want to go, go."

I hesitated for a while, remembered Old Bi's first hobby, so I said: "Why don't we go for a sauna?"

Old Bi refused first, saying that taking a sauna at this time had a bad influence.

I understood his ghost fetus and told him: "Rest assured, we are going to a place that few people know. Absolutely satisfy you."