Chapter 1647 New Secretary

Chapter 1647 New Secretary

When Zhao Jianhui arrived at the office, Ren Zhiyuan quickly followed him to change the tea, and then began to report who had come to Zhao Jianhui to report on work, and what meetings were arranged. Zhao Jianhui didn't say anything about some formal things. Although Ren Zhiyuan, the new secretary, was not very skilled in handling things, he didn't make any big mistakes.

Just as he was talking, Wu Chengyun's voice came from outside again: "Comrade Xiao Ren, is Mr. Zhao here?"

After hearing his words, Zhao Jianhui stood up and said, "Is it Old Wu? Come in, but I can only give you ten minutes. I have something to do here and I have to go out soon..." As he said this, he said to Ren Zhiyuan said: "Tell Ding Ding to prepare the car and we will go to the military area later."

Ren Zhiyuan nodded, poured Wu Chengyun a cup of tea, and then withdrew. Wu Chengyun came to repay his work. Seeing that the Double Generation Conference was about to be held, all publicity work in the province must serve this major theme. Wu Chengyun is the newly appointed Minister of Propaganda, so he naturally wants to develop some of his own characteristics in the face of such a major political event.

In the past few days, he has been convening meetings with the heads of the Propaganda Department, TV stations, and major newspapers, and put forward some ideas. However, except for the response from the heads of the Propaganda Department and some party newspapers, those newspapers and magazines with more serious private interests did not like him as the Propaganda Minister.

Although Zhao Jianhui had no involvement in these matters, he still knew what happened. Seeing him sitting in front of her, frowning without saying anything, she couldn't help but smile and said, "Isn't this a hard time for you?"

Wu Chengyun was thinking about how to discuss this issue with Zhao Jianhui. Unexpectedly, Zhao Jianhui hit the nail on the head and solved his difficulties immediately. He couldn't help but laughed and said: "I really can't hide anything from your eyes. I have long heard that some newspapers in the south are more radical, but I still didn't expect that they are also very xenophobic. This is a bit inconsistent with the purpose they have always advertised. Ah... I plan to straighten things out. I will inevitably be scolded. I was mentally prepared before coming to Southern Guangdong..."

Zhao Jianhui smiled and nodded: "I know what kind of person you are. Come up with a specific plan for this matter. I will give you a pulse on what to do when the time comes."

Wu Chengyun smiled, picked up the tea cup and drank tea. Then he put down the tea cup, stood up and said, "As long as you agree with my idea, I will do the rest by myself."

Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but laugh: "Haha, what are you doing? You've only been here a few days and it seems like you've broken away from my leadership? Doesn't the affairs of your Propaganda Department have anything to do with me as secretary?"

If someone who didn't know listened to the conversation between the two people, they would definitely think that Wu Chengyun was not arrogant and that Zhao Jianhui noticed it, and the tone of criticism in Zhao Jianhui's words just now was also quite harsh.

In fact, this matter is not as simple as it seems.

Rectifying the southern news media will definitely offend many people. In addition, these newspapers and magazines are the mouthpieces of public opinion, and they are most capable of labeling deer as horses and white as black. If these media write a few articles for you, they can either lift you to the sky or bring you down to hell. Their writing is concise and powerful, and they are very capable of inciting people's emotions. True or false, how can ordinary citizens know the truth?

Therefore, Wu Chengyun came to report to Zhao Jianhui on this matter because he adhered to the organizational concept, but he did not want Zhao Jianhui to follow him into troubled waters. But what Zhao Jianhui said is also very practical. As long as I approve your action, no matter who is personally responsible for this matter, it is inseparable from me, the leader of Southern Guangdong.

Seeing Wu Chengyun lowered his head and stopped talking, Zhao Jianhui smiled and patted his shoulder, saying in a deep voice: "You are moving from behind, the plan is precise, there is nothing to be afraid of. What to do, you boldly go ahead and do it" …”

After seeing Wu Chengyun off, Zhao Jianhui packed his bag and walked out quickly, and Ren Zhiyuan also quickly stood up. Although I had heard that Secretary Zhao usually did not bring any staff with him when he went out, Ren Zhiyuan still made the necessary preparations without receiving any instructions from him.

But who knows, Zhao Jianhui didn't say anything. He just handed the small bag under his arm to Ren Zhiyuan, who reached out to take it, and asked in a low voice: "Have you finished notifying Ding Ding?"

"I've already informed you, and I checked again. Brother Ding is waiting below." Ren Zhiyuan also respected the Ding Ding in Zhao Jianhui's mouth. Generally speaking, the secretary is also the leader of the driver, and Ren Zhiyuan can direct the driver. But for Zhao Jianhui's driver, Ren Zhiyuan heard a lot from Li Qi's ears. When he usually worked in the secretary's office, he also observed this man with thick eyebrows and big eyes very carefully. He knew that this Ding Ding was no ordinary person.

No matter now or in the future, after I am officially recognized by Secretary Zhao, I am afraid that I will not be able to compare with his status in Secretary Zhao's mind.

When Zhao Jianhui went to the military area this time, he was willing to take Ren Zhiyuan with him, probably because he was secretly observing him. How could Zhao Jianhui not figure out the temperament of someone who could be by his side?

After getting off the elevator and exiting the lobby of the office building, the Provincial Party Committee Car No. 1 was polished and parked under the bright glass building in front of the door. Ding Ding was standing at the door of the car smoking. When he saw Zhao Jianhui and Ren Zhiyuan coming out of the door, he threw away his cigarette butts and got into the cab and started the car.

Ren Zhiyuan hurriedly took two steps and went over to open the door for Zhao Jianhui.

This driver is indeed different. Shouldn't he turn around and open the door for the leader at this time? But Ding Ding didn't do so, and Secretary Zhao didn't seem to have any unhappy expression at all. This further confirmed Ren Zhiyuan's thoughts. It seems that if he wants to be competent for the job of secretary, he needs to get along well with this driver Ding first.

After the car drove out of the compound, Zhao Jianhui asked: "Ding Ding, how did you deal with that matter?" Looking from the side, Ren Zhiyuan could see Ding Ding's face turn red.

What did the leader ask him again? Why does it sound so confusing? Ren Zhiyuan sat in the co-pilot seat with a calm face, but he couldn't help thinking about the content of the conversation between Zhao Jianhui and Ding Ding.

Unexpectedly, Ding Ding unexpectedly gave him another surprise. Not only did he not answer the leader's question, but he said something very unreasonable: "Old...leader, you will know when the time comes. Can we not talk about this for now?"

Awesome, there is actually a driver who dares to answer the leader's question like this? With such a driver following him, I wonder what Secretary Zhao thinks?

If it were any other leader, I'm afraid he would ask the driver to get off the car immediately. Unexpectedly, Zhao Jianhui just nodded, and did not lose his temper. Instead, he reminded him: "Then I won't say it, but I have to deal with it well."

When the car arrived at the gate of the Nanyue Military Region, the soldiers on guard not only did not ask the car to stop for inspection, but saluted and let it go directly. I remember that I once followed a provincial leader to do business, and the soldiers on guard were not so easy to talk to. Under normal circumstances, let alone cars with local license plates, even cars with military license plates, except for those with special license plates, need to stop for inspection.

In front of the military district office building, the treatment Zhao Jianhui received once again surprised Ren Zhiyuan.

The lobby of the military district office building was already full of generals. From the commander of the South Guangdong Military District, Xiao Changrong, all those who could come came, and the golden shoulder straps shone in the sun. This scene also made Ren Zhiyuan secretly determined in his heart that he must do a good job as Secretary Zhao, and he must work hard beside him and strive to become a trusted person by Secretary Zhao as soon as possible.

Ding Ding and Ren Zhiyuan didn't know what Zhao Jianhui came to talk about with Commander Xiao. Zhao Jianhui went to the meeting room surrounded by a group of generals. Ding Ding and Ren Zhiyuan were led to the lounge for tea. It was not until nearly an hour later that they were notified that the meeting was over.

When the two came out of the lounge, they saw Zhao Jianhui coming out again surrounded by Xiao Changrong and others. After declining Xiao Changrong's request to stay for dinner, the three of them got in the car. Zhao Jianhui got in the car but asked Ding Ding to drive the car to Yurun Xinghui Hotel. Seeing his serious face, Ren Zhiyuan didn't know whether the atmosphere of the meeting was heavy or Secretary Zhao had something on his mind, so he naturally didn't dare to ask.

After the car arrived at the basement of the hotel, Zhao Jianhui got out of the car and walked forward a few steps, then turned around and said to Ding Ding: "You take Zhiyuan, and the two of you can eat something casually." Then he walked towards the special elevator without stopping. Just after walking a few steps, a conversation between a man and a woman in front of a blue BMW in a parking space in front attracted Zhao Jianhui's attention.

The woman looked about 26 or 27 years old, wearing a white suit, looking very elegant and beautiful. The man had a middle-parted hair, a light brown suit, a tie, and shiny leather shoes on his feet. He looked like a successful person.

It seemed that the woman wanted to leave, but the man stopped her from leaving. The woman was saying to him loudly: "Sorry, I don't have time..."

The man stopped in front of the woman and whispered: "Hanhan, I fell deeply in love with you the first time I saw you. For you, I couldn't eat or sleep all day. When I closed my eyes, all I could see was your smile. I couldn't live without you. Please give me a chance..."

Sweating! Such disgusting and old-fashioned lines can still be said now?