Extreme Secretary - Chapter 540 The Wicked Man

As soon as Lu Jianhong's car stopped, two police cars clamped the Audi in the center one by one. Lu Jianhong thought to himself that it was broken, and he was not prepared to drive, so he did not bring a driver's license at all. Although there was no big problem on the ground of Hongshan, he had to owe Hong Rubin a favor. The favors always have to be repaid. If you owe too much, it will be bad after all.

Just as he was thinking about this, the car glass was knocked, and Lu Jianhong raised his head and couldn't help but feel happy. It was really a narrow road for enemies, and it was Lang Xiaobo.

With a calm face, Lang Xiaobo was about to do a routine and asked the other party to take out his driver's license and driving photos, but he saw Lu Jianhong, who was like a nightmare, and swallowed it back. Although Lu Jianhong speeded was a fact, the facts were a scam, and you can't take it seriously. When you think of yourself being able to return to the traffic police team, you sacrificed your father's face and a lot of money to get it back. If you offend this evil star who doesn't act according to common sense and file a lawsuit with the county party secretary, you may be really laid off.

Just as he was muttering, Lu Jianhong's evil man complained first and said in a silence: "When will I return to the traffic police team?"

"In a few days." If Lu Jianhong hadn't let him go last time, Lang Xiaobo might have been commanding traffic in the cold wind. When he heard Lu Jianhong's words, he felt a little panicked and thought to himself, I haven't spoken yet, don't cause trouble for me, and quickly said, "Well, if nothing is wrong, I won't delay your work, you go."

Seeing that his threat had worked, Lu Jianhong felt relieved, but he looked serious on his face and said in the tone of an elder teaching his younger generation: "Well, do it well, have a future, don't lose faces of your father and your sister."

Watching the Audi car drive away, Lang Xiaobo breathed a sigh of relief. The wind blew, and he couldn't help but shiver, and then he realized that his heart was completely wet. The traffic policeman next to him didn't know Lu Jianhong. He was strangely surprised that Lang Xiaobo, who had always treated the driver like a wolf and a fake tiger, was as gentle as a sheep when he saw an enemy of dictatorship. He couldn't help but say: "Isn't it just driving an Audi? Is there anything to be hungry? I'm afraid he's fucked!"

Lang Xiaobo replied with a cold face: "The car is crane, and the people are crane. Secretary Hong can only nod and bow in front of him!"

The traffic policeman was stupid. What kind of official should he be?

The car got off the highway and drove into the provincial highway. When he walked to the streets of Gaohe Town, he happened to be in the market. There were so many people that the car could hardly drive.

Lu Jianhong simply stopped the car, lit a cigarette, and enjoyed the warmth brought by the sun. Looking at the bustling crowds, the older girls and wives couldn't wait. Before the weather was completely warm, they were afraid that people would not be able to see it. They took off their thick winter clothes and changed into spring clothes that could outline their figure, showing their graceful and graceful tung. Lu Jianhong suddenly envied them. Whether they were doing small businesses, farming, or working in the worker, they all lived their lives with peace of mind. Follow the steps, day after day. Perhaps there would be a little quarrel and a little trouble in life, but they were always happy.

Because it is simple, it is happy. Maybe they will be happy about doing more business today, being happy about working overtime today and getting a little more salary today, and being excited about winning some money today playing cards and mahjong today. Why can they live so simple but not themselves?

Lu Jianhong lit another cigarette, thinking about this unanswered question.

Before we knew it, the people had dispersed so much that the car could pass by.

Several urban management team members came over and said kindly: "You can't park here, please drive away."

Their eyes are very poisonous and can afford to drive millions of cars. They are either rich or noble, and they cannot afford to be sinful. Using their usual attitude towards small breads and Alto, they may cause a catastrophe.

Lu Jianhong admired this attitude very much, so he smiled, threw away the cigarette butt, and was about to drive away, but found that among the team members, there was a familiar face. It was He Zijian, the son of He Baohua, the old webmaster when he was at Gaohe Enterprise Management Station. Didn’t he work at the Agricultural Economics Station? Why did he get to the urban management team?

"Zijian, get in the car!" With doubts, Lu Jianhong shouted and shook his head.

He Zijian had long recognized Lu Jianhong, but seeing that Lu Jianhong's current temperament is no longer comparable to that of the propaganda committee members of the past, there is more authority as the leader and driving a luxury car worth millions, so he did not dare to speak out rashly. When he heard Lu Jianhong calling his name, he quickly rubbed on the ground a few times and confirmed that there was no mud on the leather shoes. Then he got into the car with the envious eyes of the team members.

Lu Jianhong drove the car to a credit union that could be parked not far away, pulled out a soft Zhonghua and said, "Come on one?"

He Zijian used to not smoke, but now he is very skillful and skillfully takes it over, making Lu Jianhong dot angry, and then he started to suck up the clouds and fog.

"Is Webmaster He retired? Are you in good health?" Lu Jianhong asked with a breath of smoke.

"I retired. I suffered a cerebral hemorrhage last year and was discharged from the hospital a few days ago." He Zijian whispered.

Lu Jianhong couldn't help but remain silent. There was unexpected situation in the world, and this is true. I remember that He Baohua was as strong as a cow, and he could drink a pound of wine every meal a day. Who would have thought that this would happen now?

"Why did you join the urban management team? Haven't you been promoting it all the time?"

He Zijian's fingers trembled, as if he was burned by a cigarette butt that was almost burned out. After a while, he said, "Dad has always had a good relationship with Secretary Wu. Later, after Secretary Wu was transferred, the new Secretary Lin was very exaggerated. He first took away his position as webmaster, and then forced his father to retire. As for me..." He Zijian smiled bitterly at this point.

Lu Jianhong knew that he was killed. He Zijian did not make any major mistakes, and his personnel rights were not in the hands of the secretary, but adjusting a job, such as transferring to urban management to strengthen the management strength of urban management, is a very high-sounding excuse and a simple matter. Can you, a small clerk without a background or background, still be able to move stones and smash the sky?

Lu Jianhong could also feel this feeling of being excluded. When the townships merged, he was from Pingqiao to Gaohe, and local people from Gaohe held important positions. However, those who came from other townships were basically marginal figures. They had no share in the office, and they were all doing some hard work such as clearing money and replacing debts.

"There is no distinction between high and low jobs. You need to adjust your mindset. Any work needs to be done by someone." Lu Jianhong said something he felt pale and powerless.
Chapter completed!