The next morning, Lu Yiwei woke up on time at 6: 30 am. He laid on the warm bed and took a nap for ten minutes. After that, he got dressed and went to the restaurant for breakfast. After that, he called Hu Peng and went straight to the Jiangdong Automobile Factory.
When he arrived at the factory, the staff of the Provincial Party Committee and the Municipal Party Committee were already there. They were busy preparing the venue. The venue was located in the auditorium on the west side of the factory. It was built in the early days of the country's founding and rebuilt in the late 1990s. It could accommodate thousands of people. It was usually used for year-end commendation or cultural performances.
The factory that caught fire yesterday was razed to the ground overnight. It was replaced by a parking lot. In the officialdom, no matter what it was, once it was promoted to a political task, the execution was unprecedentedly powerful. Building a bridge or a road overnight seemed impossible, but it was completely possible under the current system. How such a huge factory disappeared in such a short period of time was not a magic show, nor was it Qiankun Da Nuo Da Nuo. It was in awe of the government.
"Yiwei, you came early?"
Lu Yiwei turned around and saw Shi Xiaoman. He smiled. "Just arrived. Are you alone?"
"Mayor Ma came back last night. She will come with Mayor Liu later."
"Oh, were you in Guwei District yesterday?"
"No. After I left, Mayor Liu personally came to supervise the demolition of the factory. The cause of the fire has been found out. It was a short circuit caused by the aging wiring."
Although Lu Yiwei didn't believe it was so simple, the higher-ups had already made a conclusion. This matter will stop here. He asked. "Didn't Mayor Ma say anything?"
"No."
"You won't have a good time. I promised Secretary Bai to take over the factory in a month. Are you ready?"
A smile appeared on Shi Xiaoman's face as she said, "Just like the election in Xikou Village that year, I'll be your little follower and do a good job."
Lu Yiwei stretched out his hand. Shi Xiaoman hesitated for a moment, but she still stretched out her hand. It seemed to be an ordinary handshake between colleagues, but it conveyed some kind of power. Even though so many years had passed, the charm he exuded was still so mesmerizing. It was no wonder that so many women were willing to risk their lives for him. The sincerity in his eyes triggered the shackles of one's soul.
"By the way, Secretary Zhang might be promoted."
Shi Xiaoman was quite surprised and asked, "Where are we going?"
"Director of the Provincial State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission."
Shi Xiaoman said excitedly, "That's great. Secretary Zhang is finally out. When should we celebrate?"
Zhang Zhiyuan did not allow him to tell anyone, but Shi Xiaoman was not an outsider. All these years, he had been working hard to bring the two of them together. Shi Xiaoman was just wishful thinking, but Zhang Zhiyuan seemed to have some concerns. On one hand, it was the pressure from public opinion, and on the other hand, it was his own worries. However, this matter could not be delayed any longer. After all, he was not young anymore, and people might not necessarily wait forever. "Alright, let's go to his house and have a drink or two after he takes office."
"Alright, you set the time. I'll be there when you call me."
Shi Xiaoman could not hide the excitement on her face. It seemed that she had long regarded Zhang Zhiyuan as her man. This had nothing to do with power or status. It was purely because she was attracted to a man who was not tall but had an indomitable spirit.
The cars drove into the car factory one after another. They were all important figures in Xijiang Province. Looking at the people bowing and greeting him, and the flattery, Lu Yiwei felt a little nauseous. However, this was the norm in officialdom, and it happened every day. Why did people want to be an official? The vanity in their bones drove them to keep moving forward and strive to climb up. It was endless.
Lu Yiwei's seat was in the middle of the third row. Sitting among them, he seemed to be a crane in a flock of chickens. Next to him were either the head of the department or the director of the bureau. Only he was a nobody. Moreover, there was a big age difference. When they nodded and greeted him, they looked at him with strange eyes. The seating table was arranged by the General Office of the Provincial Party Committee. He did not know the purpose of this arrangement.
While others were chatting enthusiastically, Lu Yiwei focused on the busy news reporter on the side. A female reporter with long hair and a smile suddenly appeared in front of him. He suddenly had an illusion that the female reporter was Su Meng.
Some things were fleeting and full of memories after a few years. However, some things seemed to take root in his heart, changing with the seasons and changing scenes of spring, summer, autumn, and winter. For Lu Yiwei, the memory of winter was the most profound. The sky was full of snow, the west wind was fierce, and the dark red was like the afterglow of the setting sun in the west. It tried to retain the peace of time with a beautiful posture, but it was swallowed by the boundless darkness. It turned into a meteor and fell to the other side of the mountain.
A series of footsteps woke him up from his dream. His eyes moved from the female reporter to the rostrum. Zhang Bingtong, the secretary of the Provincial Party Committee, the governor Zhao Kunsheng, and the deputy governor Shen Guangming took their seats in turn. The venue was instantly silent.
Under the chairmanship of Zhao Kunsheng, the meeting officially began. When Shen Guangming read out the plan, Lu Yiwei carefully observed Zhang Bingtong. His arms were crossed on the table, his back was straight, his hair was neat, and his dignified face was full of solemnity. No joy, anger, sorrow, or joy could be seen. Especially his deep and determined eyes. He kept his body motionless, and his eyeballs moved horizontally like a radar, scanning the people under the stage. The powerful aura emitted from the inside and outside made people shudder.
When an official reached a certain level, it was a kind of cultivation to control facial expressions and emotions. It was to prevent his subordinates from figuring out his mind. However, Lu Yiwei took a dangerous move last night. The reason why Zhang Bingtong had to trace the source of the speech was that it quoted a lot of his views in some academic journals in the early years. They were all works from the early years, but someone took them out. Even the people around him had never studied them. He did not expect that an unknown Lu Yiwei would find them.
As the secretary of the Provincial Party Committee, Zhang Bingtong's biggest taboo was people figuring out his mind. From the simple conversation last night, he could tell that the speech was not from him. There was someone else behind it. He wanted to dig deeper, but felt that it was not necessary. However, Lu Yiwei was still young, and he was able to talk about Lian Po in front of him. He had some skills.
Zhang Bingtong cherished talents, and he appreciated young leaders who had ideas. Last night, he checked Lu Yiwei's resume. He could be considered a genius in the officialdom. He had been promoted all the way to his current position, and he had so many people supporting him. It was not easy. If this kind of person was used well, he would be a sharp knife, invincible on the battlefield. If he was not used well, he could easily break his wings and die prematurely.
After thinking about it, Zhang Bingtong did not intend to use him. This person still needed more experience at the grassroots level. It was a good opportunity to test his ability with the relocation of the company. In addition, he had an unusual identity. He was the youngest capable general of the Xijiang Gang. He hated forming cliques the most, and they must be destroyed.
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