Ding Changlin suppressed his emotions and hurriedly walked towards Shang Qiuhe's office and walked to the door. When he raised his hand to knock on the door, the door opened.
A man stood in front of Ding Changlin, with a face full of vicissitudes of life, but a pair of wise eyes sparkling, with gray hair. He looked like a man in his sixties. He was dressed in a black suit, but he was not majestic.
Without peace, Ding Changlin guessed that this person must be Shang Qiuhe, even though he was much younger than him in the photo.
"Hello, Secretary-General Shang, I am Ding Changlin, the new secretary of Governor Qin." Ding Changlin quickly announced his home address, but he stepped aside, fearing that he would block Shang Qiuhe's way.
Shang Qiuhe smiled and looked Ding Changlin up and down. Instead of going out, he turned around and returned to the office.
Ding Changlin quickly followed Shang Qiuhe into his office and stood nervously, not knowing what to say next. After all, Shang Qiuhe didn't say a word after he announced his home.
Shang Qiuhe returned to his desk and saw Ding Changlin standing nervously. He smiled and said, "Come over and sit down."
Only then did Ding Changlin dare to walk forward. He looked around Shangqiuhe's office out of the corner of his eye. Although the structure was the same as Qin Fangze's, Shangqiuhe had piles of information everywhere. Obviously, as the secretary-general of the provincial government, he had a full head.
His gray hair knows that his job is very hard. If he really does everything personally, the workload will be very heavy.
After all, northern Shaanxi Province is vast and densely populated, with many mountainous areas. It is far less developed than cities in the south, and its facilities are better than those in northern Shaanxi Province. Moreover, some cities in the south have already staged a tale of two cities, and the two cities are connected by subway.
, this is an unimaginable speed in Northern Shaanxi Province, which has just completed six subway lines. It is definitely a lie to say that Shangqiuhe has no pressure, especially in the face of Zhao Yade, the governor who wants to be promoted.
One can imagine the anxiety Shang Qiuhe faced.
Of course, this was what Ding Changlin guessed when he searched the big leaders online, but when he actually stood in front of Shang Qiuhe, his guess was proven right.
Ding Changlin walked a little in front of Shang Qiuhe's desk. The small red flag on the table seemed to be swaying by the wind outside the window. There was a swivel chair in front of the desk, which was probably used by the leaders who came to talk. Although Shang Qiuhe asked Ding Changlin
Sit down and talk. How dare he sit on this swivel chair and talk face to face with Shang Qiuhe.
Sure enough, Shang Qiuhe didn't really let Ding Changlin sit down. After Ding Changlin came closer, he still asked: "Can you see me if you need something?"
"Yes, Secretary-General Shang. Governor Qin asked me to come to you to get a work schedule for the leaders. I can't find the list I sent before." Ding Changlin responded quickly, still not daring to look at it.
He looked directly at Shang Qiuhe, fearing that he would be insulted like Guo Jiangyan again.
"Just tell me about this matter, tell my secretary Meng Xiangyang, and he will send you an electronic version. Next time you have such a matter, just talk to Xiao Meng. He is a few years older than you, and you can communicate with each other."
Communicate." Shang Qiuhe said with a faint smile.
When Ding Changlin saw Shang Qiuhe say this, he felt a little embarrassed. Qin Fangze had ordered him to come to Shang Qiuhe, but Shang Qiuhe on the other end was a bit surprised that Ding Changlin was out of position. For a moment, he didn't know how to end it. After all,
Among the people who entered the provincial government building, he was only familiar with Qin Fangze. He was not as mature as Qi Gaoming and Sha Rongchuan, so he didn't understand what these leaders meant by their words.
When the leaders in the province are talking, they are doing Tai Chi. If you don't pay attention, you will think that they are chatting or discussing matters, but the intention behind them can only be understood by thinking deeply.
Although Ding Changlin didn't know the meaning of Shang Qiuhe's words, he must have a purpose when he asked Ding Changlin to communicate with his secretary Meng Xiangyang. He quickly said: "Secretary-General Shang, please wait a minute. I'll do it right now."
Go find Secretary Meng, I'm sorry, I just arrived and I don't understand the rules, so I disturbed you."
Ding Changlin stepped back as he spoke, but when he stepped back to the door, Shang Qiuhe looked at him and said: "The rules are actually made by people. Whether you abide by them or not is a matter of a thought. You go ahead, Xiao Meng."
Right next door to me.”
When Ding Changlin heard what Shang Qiuhe said, he said gratefully: "Thank you, Secretary-General Shang. Thank you very much, Secretary-General Shang."
Shang Qiuhe said nothing more, just nodded slightly, and Ding Changlin withdrew knowingly, but he found that his shirt was soaked with sweat. Although it was only early autumn, the chill was quite severe. Everyone was wearing coats, and Ding Changlin was also wearing coats.
Wearing a thin coat, I didn't expect that I would be so nervous. I somewhat understood Qin Fangze's intention. The worksheet he took was fake, just to let him have a taste of how it felt to face the provincial leaders. Of course, he also let him
Get to know each leader as quickly as possible. After all, his role is not just as a secretary. The double pressure made Ding Changlin suddenly realize how big the mission he shouldered.
After understanding the leader's intention, Ding Changlin felt relaxed. He was content with what he had come to, not to mention he had done a lot of homework. The position of secretary was just an overreach for him. He still had to go back to Jing'an City before he was demoted.
Neither Aunt Mei nor Liang Yaqiu nor even Zhang Liangyu could explain the secrets of Jing'an City. What's more, he encouraged Zhang Liangyu to compete for the position of director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, and also planned for Lu Tiemei to become mayor.
His ambition means that when others come to the province, the chess game he has set up extends to Jing'an City. Of course, he cannot return without success.
Thinking this way, Ding Changlin became much calmer. When he knocked on Meng Xiangyang's door again, he seemed much more relaxed. As soon as he knocked for the third time, Meng Xiangyang came to open the door in person.
Compared to Shangqiu He, Meng Xiangyang is particularly short. He doesn't look like a northerner at all. According to Ding Changlin's visual inspection, he is no more than 1.65 meters tall. He is also thin, like a person who grew up in an era of malnutrition.
Post-80s.
Shang Qiuhe must have made an internal call to him. As soon as he saw Ding Changlin, he put his arm around his shoulders affectionately and said, "It's the new guy, Xiao Ding. Come, sit down, and I'll make you tea."
Ding Changlin quickly said: "Secretary Meng, don't make tea, you're welcome, I'm here to get the work schedule of the provincial leaders this month."
"We will be colleagues from now on. If you need anything, just come to me. I'm a few years older than you. I also live in the dormitory building. Like you, I'm divorced and ready to get married." Meng Xiangyang was so familiar that he actually looked at me.
Ding Changlin said this, and this statement actually made Ding Changlin feel a sense of gratitude for meeting a close friend in a foreign country.