Chapter 363 Beating the dog also looks at the owner's face
"Okay, Deputy Township Chief Lei, don't talk about this anymore. Go back and give up the tables and chairs to the comrades from Xikeng Township and the Religious Affairs Bureau." Xiao Junchen sang such a play. What did he mean? It's very obvious.
Ye Fan thought about it and understood that it was definitely a tactic of retreating in order to advance.
"Let's go, let the table be given to the comrades from the towns below. We are a county bureau. It's not easy for comrades from the countryside to make a trip. When we get back, we have to study the matter of hosting the event tomorrow." Ye Fan smiled a little and talked to the three
The Standing Committee member nodded and left with the comrades from the Religious Affairs Bureau.
"Director Ye, you originally moved a car, and I heard they were all the best tables and chairs. Those... those..."
At this time, the deputy secretary of Xikeng Township saw Feimo present and became so arrogant that he questioned Ye Fan face to face.
This person also defected to the Fei family. With the power of the Fei family, Ye Fan, the broken director of the Religious Affairs Bureau, was not taken seriously at all.
Moreover, I heard that Fei Mo also tried hard to smooth over Ye Fan's official title, so Secretary Fei would definitely not be able to deal with Ye Fan.
In this situation, Secretary Fei was embarrassed to argue with Ye Fan, so he could jump out and lead the charge for him and be a glorious pawn crossing the river.
Director Zhang Xinhui secretly screamed "Oh no!" in his heart, and was about to speak up to rescue him in time.
"What? Deputy Secretary Lin wants it, why don't you go and move it away!" Ye Fan couldn't bear it anymore, lost his temper, and stabbed him hard.
"I...I..." Lin De was choked up and frightened by Ye Fan's momentum. He kept peeking at Fei Mo and dared not say anything.
"Deputy Secretary Lin, that set of desks originally belonged to Director Zhao Bingjian. Later, when he came to the county, he gave it to our Director Ye. Do you want to sit in Director Ye's position?" At this time, Wei Baoguo couldn't help but sarcastically said.
One sentence. Of course, the innuendo is clear in his words, and everyone can hear it.
"I...it's not..." Lin Dequan was so embarrassed that his face turned into pig liver.
"Trash!" Fei Mo cursed secretly, but he had to find it for him in this situation. He snorted coldly: "Deputy County Magistrate Zhao has been promoted. Doesn't he have a desk when he works in the county government? That desk is Deputy Zhao's."
It was bought by the county magistrate when he was the director of the Finance Bureau, and it should belong to the property of the Finance Bureau. Logically speaking, it should be used by Director Ma. How could Director Ye take the property of the Director Ma..."
Feimo's words were more sinister, pointing out that Zhao Bingjian had misappropriated public property at will. Another more sinister trick was to ask whether Ye Fan wanted to steal Ma Tielin's position as director of the Finance Bureau.
If this reaches Director Ma's ears, people will definitely feel a pang in their hearts first, and it will be troublesome if they want to make some money in the future. He is the God of Wealth, and he won't be able to bear it for the sake of face.
"Director of Health, please immediately organize people to move the things that were previously moved to the bureau back to the Finance Bureau intact. I don't want anyone to gossip about me in secret. Even a small matter with a big ass can be worth a fortune. Haha.
Haha, it’s just a table! I thought it was Jin Ye who did it.” Ye Fan was a metaphor for Feimo, the secretary of the party and the masses.
Turning to Deputy Director Wei Baoguo, he said: "Director Wei, when you get back, immediately organize the comrades to discuss the activities the day after tomorrow. In the evening, ask the comrades to move all the broken tables that were used earlier. It looks very annoying.
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"Move it! Director, our broken desk has been moved away. How will the bureau work tomorrow without a desk?" At this time, Ding Xiangmei asked carefully, feeling a little worried in her heart.
Because at this time, Director Ye must have been very angry because he had just been forced by Deputy Secretary Fei, and he might be in trouble.
But it’s no good if we don’t ask about this matter, otherwise there will be an uproar tomorrow if there is no table. You must know that these comrades in the Religious Affairs Bureau are not economical lamps, they are all lords.
"Hahaha... I'm afraid there won't be a table. There are tables, and there's bread. Don't worry. All comrades will be assigned new tables at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, and they will all be assigned according to the deputy department level. They will all be boss tables, haha
Haha." Ye Fan laughed wildly and turned around to say hello to Secretary Fei, County Magistrate Xiao, and Director Zhang.
After saying that, he left without looking back. The clatter of footsteps was very harsh. Feimo's face turned slightly livid, staring at Ye Fan's back. Xiao Junchen was secretly snickering, thinking that Feimo, as the third person in the county,
Hand in hand, it would be beneath your dignity to fight with Ye Fan, a broken director who was relegated to the cold palace.
Zhang Xinhui shook his head and sighed secretly: "Oh! Xiaoye is still young and vigorous, how can he not stand up to Fei Mo in front of him? Although those words were cryptic, even a fool could hear it.
The Fei family is powerful, how can you defeat them? Besides, providing tables for the people in the bureau. A good set of tables and chairs costs more than 1,000 yuan. The Religious Bureau should allocate 10,000 yuan to match the tables and chairs.
Make money, and people will gossip about such a high configuration, ugh..."
Ye Fan went to the fax room to get the information and made a phone call casually: "Mr. Hu? I'm Ye Fan. I need your company to donate a dozen sets of boss desks and chairs to me."
Hu Taihe asked: "How much does it cost for a pair, how much, and when?" Hu Taihe did not hesitate at all. Chairman Hu Shilin made an explanation when he arrived in Linquan a few days ago, and what Mayor Ye told him can be done.
Try your best to do something as small as asking for a few tables and chairs.
"13 pairs of about one thousand yuan, an oval conference table, mid-range is fine. Mine is what you want, but don't make it too high-end. This will be owned by the public anyway and you can't move it home.
Just transport it directly to the County Religious Affairs Bureau, and you can take care of the name. The sooner the better, around 8 o'clock tomorrow morning at the latest." Ye Fan hung up the phone with a hum.
After taking the information, Ye Fan hurried to County Magistrate Wei's office.
After asking, he found out that County Magistrate Wei had just gone to the county party secretary Jia Baoquan. Ye Fan simply went straight to Secretary Jia's office.
Jia Baoquan's secretary Wu Qisheng was a big young man who treated people well. After informing him, Jia Baoquan called Ye Fan in.
"I was just about to ask you. I heard that your Religious Affairs Bureau had a fight with comrades from the towns down below, just over a few old tables. What's going on with you as the director? Is it embarrassing or not? I feel embarrassed."
As soon as Ye Fan stood up, he was scolded by County Magistrate Wei Chujing who was sitting on the chair. At this moment, the girl raised her eyebrows so high that she almost crossed her hands like a yaksha.
"Unlucky! These days, good things don't go out, and bad things travel thousands of miles in an instant. In a short time, the entire county knew about it. I have become a celebrity, but this County Magistrate Wei is making a fuss out of a molehill, right?
When the woman comes, she gets angry easily..." Ye Fan cursed County Magistrate Wei viciously in his heart.
He was very unforgiving. Recently, he always felt that he had difficulty dealing with County Magistrate Wei, so he said rudely: "What's wrong with you? How much funding does Magistrate Wei give to our bureau in a year?" Ye Fan was stunned.
asked.
"How are you talking? Is this how you talk to the leader?" Jia Baoquan, who was sitting on the bench, his face sank and became a little unhappy. The power of the county party secretary showed up and he approached Ye Fan.
"Uh! I'm sorry, I'm a little angry." Ye Fan said, still staring at Wei Chujing.
"I heard that it used to be 5,000 yuan. There are only three or four people in your Religious Affairs Bureau, and we don't usually carry out many activities. It's enough to save money.
The county's finances are tight. As a mayor, you should know this best. You should think more about the county and not just focus on your bureau.
Besides, the situation in the township is even more tight. After all, you belong to the county, so it is wrong to fight with the township comrades." Wei Chujing's tone softened a little.
"What can you do with five thousand dollars? Nowadays, hosting a larger event often costs thousands, or even tens of thousands. Without funds, our Religious Affairs Bureau has not even held a decent event in the past few years.
How can we talk about the issue of ethnic and religious unity and harmony, and guide the people correctly. Ethnic issues are also a big issue. We have tens of thousands of Yuyang She people, and it might be troublesome if we don’t cause anything. To put it bluntly, the people below
I didn’t even know there was such a thing as the Religious Affairs Bureau.
Not to mention the following, when it comes to the Religious Affairs Bureau in the county government compound, it is estimated that 70% of the staff do not know that there is such a bureau.
The office is in a temple, and it uses a broken table from the 1960s and 1970s. It makes a creaking sound when someone leans on it, and we are afraid that the table will accidentally collapse and we will have to use our salary to pay for it in advance.
You have to pay out of your own pocket to eat a bowl of noodles in the store, you don't even get a penny of subsidies when you go to the countryside, and the county doesn't even give the bureau a broken-down car.
Going to the countryside is all done by hand-operated tractors, and we can't even afford a three-wheeler. This is the current situation of the Religious Affairs Bureau. There are now about ten people in the overall situation. How can I, the director, carry out my work?
You can't make a broken bowl and use it to beg alms. What's the point? Not only does it insult the image of the party and the government, but indirectly it also slaps County Magistrate Wei in the face. I can't do such a thing."
Ye Fan was angry and complained in a somewhat harsh tone, which made Jia Baoquan frown at the side.
"Comrade Ye Fan, I just told you to think about the overall situation, but you forgot again. Don't say that your bureau doesn't have cars. Even the Civil Affairs Bureau and the Labor Bureau don't have cars either. Director Zhang Caozhong from the County People's Congress also came this morning.
When I asked for a car, I was told that their Santana was almost scrapped. A car costs over 100,000 yuan, where can our county get so much money to purchase a car?"
Wei Chujing just refused to let go. There was no way she wanted to get a car.
"Have you matched Director Zhang's car?" Ye Fan asked casually.
"It's a match, but he took it away as soon as one arrived in the afternoon." Wei Chujing frowned in a very charming way, a bit like Xi Shi holding the moon.
"Director Zhang's Santana, which is about to be scrapped, might as well be given to our bureau. It's almost scrapped anyway. You might as well just give us the money from selling a few pieces of scrap metal. If you repair it, you can still make up for it. Driving for a few years is worse than riding a walk-behind tractor." Ye Fan gritted his teeth.
"This... is a bit difficult to handle. You must know that Director Yang Hegui of the Civil Affairs Bureau and Director Feilin of the Labor Bureau have already said hello. You are late this time. I will call you later if I have time." Wei Chujing
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