"Second Young Master, how many years have we known each other? Am I the kind of person who arranges for others behind their backs?"

"The reason why I know this is because I found that Director Hu was always not enthusiastic about things in Central China, so I was curious and asked someone to find out. If you don't believe it, ask Director An to call Governor Lei to confirm.

After a while, don’t you know if what I said is true?”

Liu Jian smiled wryly and waved his hand, saying.

He Baolan immediately raised his chin to An Jiang.

"Let me ask." An Jiang nodded, picked up the phone, and dialed Lei Wanchun's number. After explaining the matter in general, he said, "Uncle Lei, is there such a thing?"

Liu Jian had a strange expression on his face and looked at An Jiang in surprise.

As the governor of a province, Lei Wanchun is extremely busy with official duties, but An Jiang's phone calls still go through so smoothly. This shows that An Jiang's status in Lei Wanchun's heart is extraordinary.

"It seems that this is indeed the case, but just because of this? This is a bit too ridiculous!" Lei Wanchun thought for a long time before he remembered this past incident of old millet and rotten sesame seeds. He was also speechless.

When he was the mayor of Shouchun, it was during the worst years of Shouchun's economy. It would be no exaggeration to say that Shouchun was completely impoverished.

If you want to be rich, build roads first.

This is absolutely an iron rule.

At that time, the people of Shouchun were eagerly looking forward to the construction of the expressway to their doorsteps, and they were extremely supportive of the demolition and relocation work. However, they encountered a problem at Hu Yimin's house.

At that time, it was useless for anyone to do the work, and even his personal efforts had little effect. Even when he went there, some villagers from the village where Hu Yimin's family lived came to kowtow to Hu Yimin's parents and beg them for permission to relocate.

Because Hu Yimin's village is really too poor. Eighty percent of it is mountains, one percent water, half road houses, and half fields. The people's lives are miserable.

The place of relocation is a quite fertile plain area, and the government has also provided houses. In the past, people could be allocated land and receive a demolition and relocation compensation. They also promised that during the road construction process, they would be

Will do everything possible to avoid the area of ​​ancestral graves of villagers.

But even with such conditions, Hu Yimin's parents refused to agree, trying to block a villager's path to wealth.

He always thought that Hu Yimin's parents were unable to leave their hometown.

The fuss for a long time turned out to be about the metaphysics of Feng Shui.

Moreover, it had been so many years since he had forgotten about this matter. Unexpectedly, Hu Yimin still remembered this matter, and relied on the authority in his hands to carry out such acts of revenge.

"It's really ridiculous that a party member and a staunch materialist actually believes in this..." Lei Wanchun was silent for a while, unable to complain, and then said in a deep, apologetic voice: "Should I find someone to clarify this matter?"

Find out more and see if there is any way to solve it?"

He really didn't expect that he would become the biggest stumbling block to this good thing.

It has even become the reason why many infrastructure projects in central China have not been approved.

"It's okay, I'll think of a solution." An Jiang smiled, shook his head, and said slowly.

This kind of thing is so illusory that if you confront Hu Yimin, I'm sure Hu Yimin will refuse to admit it.

The county magistrate is not as good as the current one, and Lei Wanchun may not have any good ideas. An Jiang feels that it is safer for him to use the energy of He Sijian and He Baolan.

"Well, you try it first. If it doesn't work, I'll think of a way." Seeing An Jiang's sincerity, Lei Wanchun nodded, and then said: "Ye Xiaobing did a good job, letting you join the National Development and Reform Commission so quickly.

He also asked for these gossips, he is very conscientious and he is a talented person."

"He? Haha? Uncle Lei, you praise him too much! You just made a bet with me that if I could get into the National Development and Reform Commission, I would give you a report and submit my resignation. I don't know if I have written it now!" An Jiang laughed.

He smiled and briefly talked about what happened before.

Lei Wanchun's face was gloomy and he said coldly: "This bastard!"

The Beijing Office is a window, not only to showcase Central China to the capital, but also a link to maintain the connection between Central China and the capital.

Ye Xiaobing is a lazy guy who doesn't even want to try. How can such a person be placed in such an important position?

"I understand, I'll handle this matter." Lei Wanchun snorted, and then said curiously: "You have a wide range of options. You actually managed to do something that even the director of the Beijing Office couldn't do.

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"I'll tell you about this when I get back." An Jiang chuckled.

Lei Wanchun responded with a smile and hung up the phone without asking any further questions.

"Is this really happening?"

He Baolan asked An Jiang with a gossipy face when he saw An Jiang put down the phone.

"It's true." An Jiang nodded and said frankly.

He Baolan clicked his tongue repeatedly and said mockingly: "Today is really an eye-opener!"

Anjiang smiled bitterly, he didn't feel like this.

"Unless Secretary He comes forward, this matter will be difficult to handle." Liu Jian laughed twice, and then confessed to An Jiang.

An Jiang pondered for a moment and said, "Let's meet with Director Hu first. Let him know with emotion and reason, and see if we can make sense."

Something went wrong with He Baoping, and it most likely has something to do with He Sijian.

At this juncture, he felt that if he could avoid troubling He Sijian, it would be better not to bother him.

"Okay. Then I'll give it a try first, but don't hold out too much hope." Seeing this, Liu Jian didn't insist anymore. He nodded, picked up the phone on the table, and dialed Hu Yimin's office number.

It was said that someone from Central China was coming, and He Baolan also came with him, wanting to talk about Metro Line 11 again.

As soon as he said a few words, Liu Jian had a bitter look on his face, put down the phone, spread his hands, and said: "No way, he said he had official business to deal with and was going out soon. He didn't have time at the moment. He also said that the matter on Metro Line 11 has been completed.

The decision was made at the meeting and there is no need to bring it up and renegotiate it."

"So busy?" Hearing this, He Baolan immediately felt unhappy on his face. Although he knew that because he was not in politics, even though he was a descendant of the He family, these powerful people were not so interested in him, but he did not expect that they would directly turn him away.

, immediately winked at An Jiang and said: "Forget it if you don't see me, let's go back."

When An Jiang saw this, he knew that He Baolan was probably going to be a playboy.

But when He Baolan shook his head slightly to indicate that it was okay, An Jiang smiled and nodded, shaking hands with Liu Jian and saying goodbye.

"Let's go to the office and block him! I don't believe I can't see him!"

As soon as He Baolan came out of Liu Jian's office, he looked at An Jiang and said solemnly.

"Is there going to be no problem?" An Jiang said worriedly.

He Baolan shrugged casually and said with a smile: "What's the problem? It's just getting scolded. Have I been scolded less? If you don't want to go, I'll go alone. Anyway, I can't swallow this breath!"

An Jiang couldn't help but laugh, but how could he let He Baolan carry it alone, so he followed He Baolan straight to Hu Yimin's office.

As soon as He Baolan arrived at the door, he winked at An Jiang and helped him hold the secretary. An Jiang walked to the door, twisted the handle, and pushed the door open.

At this moment, Hu Yimin was holding three pillars of sandalwood, with a pious look on his face, and was facing the northwest corner of the office, muttering something!

When An Jiang saw this scene, his eyes turned cold, and there was deep disgust in his eyes.

I have no time to ask about things that are related to the livelihood of a place, and I won't even talk about it.

You have plenty of time to burn incense and worship Buddha!
Chapter completed!