Ding Ergou's Arbitrary Life

Although Jiang Wenshan didn't get angry this time, Kang Mingde still felt the strong anger in his boss's words, which also made him feel that his political career in Huzhou was almost a foregone conclusion.

Looking at Kang Mingde leaving his office, Jiang Wenshan's anger can be imagined. Even his most loyal running dog has come to test himself. What does this mean? Once there is no power, those things around you will gradually be far away. Flattery, flattery, women and wealth will eventually die.

Women, yes, they have not been lucky to their own women for a long time, Zheng Xiaoai, this is destined to be a woman who can't take away. Although she did not refuse to go to her every time, she never actively flattered herself. Since she could not take it away, it might be left to others, which he could not tolerate, so he extended his hand The cell phone on the desk.

But his hand just touched the mobile phone, the mobile phone actually rang, touch a look, actually is the son Jiang Haiyang to call.

"What's the matter?"

"Dad, are you in the office or where do you speak easily?"

"I'm in the office. Tell me what happened?"

"It seems that someone has come to the province, and they are investigating the flood casualties. Do you know this? Is there any problem? " Jiang Haiyang asked that the Huzhou cadres who ganged up with Jiang Haiyang were not only Kang Mingde and Tan Daqing. Therefore, although Jiang Haiyang did not ask about politics, they still revealed a lot of information intentionally or unintentionally when they gathered and drank in private. Therefore, although the number of casualties in the flood was determined by Jiang Wenshan himself, the number passed down was not so small Jiang Haiyang is interested in this matter.

When Jiang Wenshan heard this, he felt a chill on his back, and his hands with his mobile phone began to shake. If Jiang Haiyang saw his father's appearance at this time, he would be more surprised, because Jiang Wenshan's face was pale, and he did not have the prestige of Huzhou emperor.

"Dad, Dad, are you listening?" Jiang Haiyang said that there was no news of Jiang Wenshan for a long time, so he asked again.

"Well, who is it?"

"It seems to be a reporter. It's said to be from Zhongnan legal newspaper. Dad, what should I do about this?"

"What should I do? Did you ask me what to do? Did this reporter contact our propaganda department? Is it a real reporter? This is nonsense. Jiang Wenshan gradually recovered and roared on the phone.

After making the call, he threw his mobile phone on the table, and then he called the propaganda minister he Lili by holding the red phone on the table.

He Lili felt a little confused when she received Jiang Wenshan's angry phone call, but she was deeply impressed by the anger and panic in the boss's tone.

"Minister He, did the provincial reporter come to interview with your permission?"

"Reporter? Secretary Jiang, I don't know about this. When did it happen He Lili said nervously that although Jiang Wenshan did not say what the reporter came to cover, she could hear from Jiang Wenshan's tone that it seemed that the reporter came to cover something shady. No matter who she saw was shady, as long as this matter existed, she, the propaganda minister, could not get rid of her responsibility.

"Well, since you don't know and don't go to the investigation, it's an extraordinary period in Huzhou, and the post disaster reconstruction is our top priority. However, these reporters are afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and they are most likely to ignore our achievements and exaggerate our mistakes. You are the Minister of propaganda, and you should take responsibility for this.". Jiang Wenshan then hung up the phone and gave her no chance to explain.

Although he Lili didn't know where the reporter was, where the reporter came from, and what kind of things she came to cover, she had to deal with it as soon as the boss told her. So she tried to call Jiang Pinggui, Jiang Wenshan's secretary.

"Director Jiang, what's going on? Just now the Secretary got angry and said it was a reporter from the province. Do you know this? Where are the reporters now? " He Lili usually calls Jiang Pinggui Xiao Jiang, but this time he calls him director Jiang, which makes Jiang Pinggui feel a little flattered.

"Oh, well, I don't know. What reporter?" Jiang Pinggui was surprised at the beginning, but then calmed down. He believed that Ding Changsheng would not betray him. What's more, all the things he provided were copies of the documents reported by the streets and counties below. The original copies had been destroyed. Even if the matter was not verified, he would not be found.

"Director Jiang, it's like this. Please help me to ask the Secretary again. I don't know where the reporter is now. What can I do? Good brother, when this matter is over, please help me, ah.". He Lili didn't really ask for help so humbly.

"Don't don't, Minister He. I'll go and ask. Wait a moment.". Jiang Pinggui hastened to be modest. Although he Lili is only a propaganda minister, she is a member of the Standing Committee. Now and in the future, she has a voice in the Standing Committee. If she wants to live in Huzhou, such a relationship will never be rare.

When Jiang Pinggui opened the door and went in, Jiang Wenshan was standing by the window with his back on his back, looking at the distant scenery. Although the distant scenery was ok, the boundlessness of winter was still frustrating. Especially after a flood, Huzhou City was in a state of ruin and lifeless."What's the matter?" Jiang Wenshan did not return to ask.

"Secretary, minister he wants to ask the reporter where she is now. She has gone out to deal with it, but now the streets are full of chaos and it is hard to find them.". Jiang Pinggui tried his best to calm down his tone. After all, he has been with Jiang Wenshan for more than ten years. When it comes to the matter of reporters, he is still a little flustered. Betraying this thing is really torturous.

"Don't pay attention to her, let her find it by herself. She's in her place. She doesn't know what she's eating.". There was no vitality in Jiang Wenshan's tone, as if a robot was talking.

Jiang Pinggui had no choice but to withdraw.

Jiang Wenshan called Jiang Haiyang again. At the critical moment, his son was more trustworthy, and no one could do it.

"Haiyang, the reporter's business is more troublesome. Send several people to stare at him to see what he has covered and who he has contacted? Do you understand? "

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