Lin Gao Qiming

Chapter 2843: Penny-pinching

"Of course, the organization and coordination of the mainland cultural strategy is also very important. I think we should let District Chief Wen...Wen come. I think many elders have recommended him, and he is in charge of the Guangdong region. Half of the things will fall on his head." Wang Luobin thought of his close comrade-in-arms far away in Guangdong and Guangxi. According to gossip, he is not doing any serious work now. I think he would be happy to give him this kind of work between practical and empty talk. What surprised Wang Luobin was that his proposal caused silence among the bigwigs, and no one agreed with his proposal.

Qian Shuiting coughed, picked up the teacup and drank a sip of tea, then cleared his throat before continuing: "Jeju Island and Kaohsiung in the Hainan region are both important parts of the cultural strategy. Let me make a statement: I will arrange a special person to be responsible for the coordination of the work in the Hainan region. It is a bit difficult for their propaganda department to do this, as they have to modernize literature and art while also doing organizational coordination. It is too difficult for the veterans of the propaganda department. I think the Wen region will also think and do this, I have no doubt. However, it is not appropriate for the two regions to do comprehensive organizational work. This is not only a cross-regional matter, but also a cross-departmental matter. It is better to find someone in the State Council to be responsible. Let's talk about it, is this the truth?"

Wang Luobin was not very interested in this matter in the first place, and he was more than happy to have Qian Shuiting come out to shirk the responsibility. He nodded at him and said, "What you said makes sense. If we are talking about organizational and coordination work, the Planning Institute has business contacts with all relevant units. So, how about letting Ade take care of it?" As he spoke, Wang Luobin turned his inquiring eyes to Wu De.

Wu De waved his hand quickly, "Last year's institutional reform assigned all the enterprises under several ministries to the Planning Institute. These state-owned enterprises have a lot of technical upgrade issues, and I'm really too busy to handle them. Besides, I'm just an old sailor and have never been involved in cultural affairs. It's better not to let an outsider lead the experts."

Wu De certainly understood that taking charge of this work would bring many benefits to future progress. However, there were too many twists and turns in the propaganda circle, so Wu De was always very cautious when dealing with people in the propaganda department.

"If someone shows kindness without any reason, he is either a traitor or a thief." This time, Tintin threw out an extremely tempting olive branch full of benefits, which always made Wu De feel that there was some conspiracy.

Of course he likes the position of Secretary of State, but he is a cautious person. Ma Qianzhu will have to step down as Secretary of State in a few years, and by then he will be the most powerful candidate for this position, so there is no need to add more emphasis to himself.

Wang Luobin was a little depressed when he heard this refusal. There were actually not many people who had the right ability among the "Xiang". He originally thought that Wu De was quite suitable. Seeing that no one was willing to take this job, did he really have to do it himself? Or should he force it back to Ding Ding and let him fend for himself? In fact, there was another suitable candidate: Ma Qianzhu, but Wang Luobin really didn't want the Dugong to take care of this matter, because he was in charge of too many things.

While he was hesitating, he suddenly heard a voice in his ear: "If there is really no one, let me do it." Wang Luobin looked up and saw that it was Ma Qianzhu. Sure enough, bad things happened as soon as he thought about it.

Although he was not very happy, Wang Luobin could not think of any other candidate.

"That's great," Wang Luobin exclaimed insincerely, and then asked with a kind smile, "Dugong, you already have a lot of work on your hands, can you handle it?"

Ma Qianzhu responded with the same kind smile: "Such an important job, someone has to do it." As he said this, he touched his forehead habitually, and everyone suddenly felt that the reflection was a little stronger.

"I am not worried about too many lice and too much debt. Besides, this position is mainly to coordinate various departments, which is a virtual job. It won't increase the workload much. As Secretary of State, I am supposed to provide coordination services for various departments, which is a professional match."

Wang Luobin was speechless after hearing what Ma Qianzhu said. From the perspective of professional division of labor, he was indeed the right person. From the perspective of functional allocation, he was helping everyone clean up their messes, which was completely reasonable. Unless Wang Luobin personally stepped in and said, "Supervisor, you are really too tired. Let me do it." Otherwise, there would be no reasonable reason to refuse.

"Thank you for your hard work, Governor." Wang Luobin finally had to succumb to his laziness.

For He Fanghui, the Elders Club was a new entertainment venue. Although he spent one or two months in Lingao every year, he always went to Nanhai Coffee and Ziminglou out of habit, and was not very interested in this "club" right under his nose.

"What a great place!" He Fanghui sighed to Fang Fei for the twentieth time, "Lingao is still better. The only thing left in Sanya is the sea, and there are sharks." As he said this, he put out the cigar in the ashtray viciously.

"What a bullshit!" Fang Fei couldn't understand the elders' Teddy bear-like behavior. They all had several personal secretaries, but they still came out to stare at the uniform skirts of the waitresses. "You are a local emperor in Sanya. It's no better than having unspoken rules over a few people."

"You don't understand the suffering of the grassroots people." He Fanghui was no longer sleepy when talking about this matter. "Do you know how many women there are in Sanya? Apart from the personal secretary I brought with me, there are few good-looking women. There are many female workers on the farm, but they are so tanned that I would believe them if they said they came from Rwanda. Only pirates like Hu Wumei can do that. Mood, temperament, brother, you are out of touch with the masses!"

"Then why don't you come back to Ziming Tower? Why are you here harassing the waiter?"

"Ziming Building is too commercialized. I'm bored of it!" He Fanghui said as he touched his shiny head. "It's not interesting at all!" Then he pulled the service bell again.

"Another bucket!" He pointed to the glass of punch in front of him and said to the waiter who came in.

"Drink less." Fang Fei advised him a few words. His stomach churned and he quickly got up to go to the toilet.

The restroom in the club is one of the most luxurious among the institutions of the Senate. With 24-hour cleaning, its cleanliness and comfort level can be compared with the office buildings of the old times. There are squat toilets and toilets to meet the preferences of different elders. Ding Ding chose a single room at the back and sat down comfortably to clean his intestines. Suddenly, there was a noisy sound outside. It turned out that an elder had drunk too much and was helped by several elders to vomit in the bathroom.

After a while of ups and downs, there was the sound of washing again, and the air was filled with a sour smell, which seemed to be a mess of vomiting. Fang Fei secretly complained, and was about to flush and go out, when he suddenly smelled the smell of cigars. The names of Wu De and Ding Ding appeared in the noisy voice, which attracted Fang Fei's attention.

He could generally distinguish the voices of the main veterans, but he was not familiar with these few, and they were obviously not in important positions.

  From their jokes and irreverent remarks, he probably knew that they were also here to have fun. Since Tintin was mentioned, he wanted to hear the opinions of the ordinary elders. So he listened attentively.

"...Chairman Wang will be stepping down in two years. Who the hell is still taking on tasks for himself at this time? If he weren't the chairman, how would he do that? It's not easy! If that's the case, it's better not to do it. It's easy to delay things..."

"I think Mr. Wen, no, District Chief Wen would have accepted it, but he was in Guangdong and couldn't coordinate..."

"No, no, Lao Wen is trying to avoid suspicion now."

"Anyway, Mr. Wen has been kicked to the mainland."

"Why didn't Ade take this job? I heard that he was quite interested in it. He has been working in civil affairs and economics for several years. He doesn't need to work in the military because he is old-school. With more experience, he has a good chance of becoming the next Secretary of State or the Speaker of the House of Representatives..."

"Why? You said it yourself. His qualifications are all-encompassing. He has everything. He will be the Secretary of State sooner or later. Why would he hang out with Tintin?"

"Shouldn't we use propaganda to gain favor?"

"He no longer needs that little bit of favorability."

"If Qian Shuiting takes this job, it will be good for him. Why is he pushing it away like he's constipated?"

"He can't handle anything outside the Hainan region. He can't even handle Jeju Island, and Dr. Zhong's words are not effective."

“Nothing good comes from bananas…”

"Don't say that... Just because it's not a banana, it must be a good thing?...Hahaha..."

Fang Fei was just wondering whether to laugh or cry, thinking that this group of old-timers really had nothing good to say. Suddenly, he heard his own name again.

"Doesn't Ding Ding have several younger brothers? What's Fang's name... Fang Cao Fei Fei? Oh, Fang Fei! And the condom brand... is it called Okamoto? Can't this purely labor-intensive job be done by himself? Isn't it enough for Ding Ding to just sit back and take charge? What's the point of giving it away?"

"You didn't realize this? If he doesn't give some credit to the leader, how can such a crappy strategy of his be passed?"

"Damn it, why didn't I expect there might be some exchange of interests here?"

"Not really. The big guys may not really appreciate this achievement. It's mainly because he can't command them."

These were not new insights. But Fang Fei felt unspeakable emotions while listening to them. In fact, no one cared about the cultural penetration strategy except Ding Ding and his people. Everyone was calculating the benefits and impacts of this plan on the relevant personnel, and calculating the gains and losses of this plan for a certain person.

Hearing this, he lost his temper for a moment. He waited until the crowd outside dispersed before leaving the bathroom and going to the small garden of the club. He lit a cigarette for himself and watched the smoke rings slowly rise and disappear in the light of the street lamp.