That's two thousand people! Magic can make other things happen, but can it make people? Not to mention there were 2,000 people. A few minutes later, the stage was set up, and Lu Xinbo walked to the microphone under the guidance of the hostess. He started to cheer for the people of Wu Du.
Ma Ying Jie kept frowning. No matter how hard he tried, he could not understand how these people appeared. Later, Secretary General Fang Yang quietly moved closer to him and said with a mischievous tone, "Are you shocked? There are so many people here. Amazing." Ma Yingjie secretly stared at Fang Yang. Fang Yang did not seem to appreciate Ma Yingjie's kindness. He continued to whisper. "He paid for it, and the city did all the work. I worked so hard to rent 1,500 people in half a day. They are paid 500 RMB a day, plus a set of work uniform." He winked and said. "That's good. We can help them solve their problems."
Ma Yingjie's heart skipped a beat. So that's why! But there was no reaction on his face. Fang Yang wanted to say something, but when he saw Ma Yingjie's face of disbelief, he swallowed the words he wanted to say.
Lu Xinbo was speaking passionately into the microphone. He was cheering for the Wu Du New District. He was cheering for the Wu Du New District. The purpose of his trip was not to do research, nor to check the pulse of Wu Du. To put it bluntly, it was to attract the attention of the whole province to the Wu Du New District. He wanted to let the people know that the Wu Du New District was the main battlefield of the whole Jiangnan Province's future economy. He wanted to dispel everyone's doubts. He wanted to suppress those dissenting voices, and let the people support the Wu Du New District without any dispute.
Ma Yingjie did not listen to a single word. He was not the kind of person who could not see the situation clearly. He wasn't the kind of person who would insist on fighting with others, no. He knew how to walk in the government, how to control himself, how to put on a smile that did not belong to him, and how to smile to others. He knew how to comfortably give compliments that shouldn't be given to others. But today's fake was too much. Looking at the crowded and bustling scene, he really couldn't laugh. Also, the more Lu Xinbo tried his best to promote the Wu Du New Area, the more Ma Yingjie doubted the New Area.
Ma Yingjie had already seen the end of the new district before others. This was his boss Luo Tianyun's painstaking effort, but now it was being controlled by Lu Xinbo. And to create such a fake scene, did Boss Luo Tianyun allow this?
Ma Yingjie really couldn't figure it out. Besides, it was sad. For an official, it was not a good thing to see the fate of a certain matter in advance. Because you couldn't stop the development of things, and you couldn't change the direction of things. You had to be docile and obedient, and cheer for things according to other people's wishes. This pain would entangle you to death.
At this moment, Situ Lan sent a message, asking what Ma Yingjie was doing. Ma Yingjie did not reply. What else could he do? Other than being an obedient dog with his tail between his legs, what else could he do? He looked outside. Hong Liang and the others from the Letter and Calls Bureau, as well as He Jinjun and the others from the Stability Maintenance Team, were moving around secretively. Their eyes and noses were all fully wound up and very sensitive. At this moment, if a figure suddenly appeared from any angle, it might disappear before the people in the venue could even take a look.
His phone rang again. It was still Situ Lan. Ma Yingjie left the so-called venue and walked to the west where there was no one.
"What's the matter?" he asked Situ Lan. His tone was a little cold, and his eyes were still subconsciously looking towards the venue. Nothing could happen today. Today was the first day, and it had to be peaceful.
"What's the situation now?" Situ Lan asked on the other end of the phone. She was worried about Wu Du's situation.
"Nothing much. I'm at the venue. Let's talk later." It was not convenient for Ma Yingjie to talk more, and he obviously wanted to hang up.
"Isn't it just Lu Xinbo? Why are you so nervous, Zhi Ru?" Situ Lan had already returned to Beijing. At this moment, she sounded completely indifferent. When Ma Yingjie heard Situ Lan's words, he was very surprised. What right did she have to say that? Was it just because she was a second-generation Red Army member? If she could not be nervous about a provincial governor, who else would she be nervous about? Ma Yingjie did not want to discuss this, and he still wanted to hang up. His tone was not very enthusiastic. "Sister Lan, I still have something to do. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up first."
"Ma Yingjie, listen to me. Isn't it just Lu Xinbo? Do you have to treat me so coldly? Moreover, it's not like I don't know how you deal with Lu Xinbo. Just keep pretending. Keep pretending. " Situ Lan's voice suddenly became angry. She did not care where Ma Yingjie was. After saying that, she hung up the phone.
Situ Lan had just made a deal with a company. It was a real estate company of Wu Du. Last year, they got 200 acres of land in Wu Du's city area. They had not started the construction and were in a hurry to get the land in the new district. They could not transfer the funds. Coincidentally, Situ Lan came to them and transferred the land to Situ Lan at the original price. Situ Lan was ecstatic. However, when she was going through the procedures, she was stopped by the land department. Ding Hongye had just called her. She was so angry that she was blowing her nose and glaring at Ding Hongye. Ding Hongye didn't fall for it. She ignored her with a cold face and let Ding Hongye throw a tantrum. Then Situ Lan remembered to call Ma Yingjie. Asking Lu Xinbo was just a prelude. She wanted to talk about the land but when she saw Ma Yingjie's cold attitude, she hung up the phone in anger.
Situ Lan hung up the phone. When Ma Yingjie walked back, the on-site meeting had finally ended. It was already past six in the evening. The sun was setting in the west and the land looked hazy. In the evening, the city's reception banquet was held at the Wu Du Hotel. Just when Ma Yingjie was about to get into the car, the Provincial Government's Secretary-General, Peng Yiyuan, came over. Behind him were two leaders from the Finance Department and the Provincial Party Committee's Publicity Department. Ma Yingjie quickly greeted them. Peng Yiyuan shook hands with him and said, "You've worked hard. Half of the credit for the new district goes to you, Secretary-General." Peng Yiyuan looked at both sides and said to the other two leaders, "You guys leave first. I have something to say to Secretary-General Ma." The two leaders tactfully left. Peng Yiyuan lowered his voice and said, "Don't drink too much tonight. I want to talk to you after the banquet."
Ma Yingjie really did not drink. Although the banquet was very lively and the atmosphere was quite lively, he did not join in the fun. He used the excuse that he had to pay attention to the outside world and slipped out after a while. His heart was more or less unsettled. He knew Peng Yiyuan's status. They had met a few times in the past and had even treated him to a meal once. However, they were definitely not close friends. Peng Yiyuan was a very shrewd person. He was the most unfathomable among the few Secretaries-General of the Provincial Government. This was probably the reason why he could become Secretary-General and not Deputy Secretary-General. However, Ma Yingjie knew that Governor Lu Xinbo valued Peng Yiyuan very much. He was not only Lu Xinbo's senior advisor but also his right-hand man. After Lu Xinbo took over as Jiangnan's Governor, he was a bit passive. He always felt that he could not exert his power. Moreover, there was a time when he inexplicably left his post, which made his situation in Jiangnan even more delicate. In addition, the Provincial Government's Deputy Governor Huang was eager to try. The Provincial Government seemed to have a tripartite balance. However, this was just an illusion. Never believe what you see with your eyes because it is not real. Ma Yingjie firmly remembered this sentence and used it as a warning from time to time. He believed that Lu Xinbo was waiting and brewing. A brewing storm was called a storm. It was the same principle as a budding love was true love. By the time it floats to the surface, its strength has already been reduced by half. For example, Lu Xinbo's current actions made people feel like an arrow at the end of its flight.
He had to figure out Lu Xinbo's next step. He could not make a mistake! Ma Yingjie secretly reminded himself that if he wanted to figure out Governor Lu, he had to rely on Peng Yiyuan. Thinking of this, he suddenly became excited.
Peng Yiyuan was the one who took the initiative to look for Ma Yingjie, not him. There was a fundamental difference between the two.
At about 10: 20 pm, the liveliness in the banquet hall ended. The leaders went back to their rooms one by one. Ma Yingjie saw Luo Tianyun and Li Huiling protecting Lu Xinbo on both sides as they went to the second floor. Li Huiling's face was stained with wine and red. It seemed that she was quite happy. That was true. Li Huiling and Lu Xinbo had that kind of relationship. It was just that they were a little distant during this period. That kind of relationship would always be different. Maybe this was also a strategy that Li Huiling had adopted. Women's hearts were very meticulous.
Seeing that they had gone far and there were few people in the hall, Ma Yingjie sent a text to Peng Yiyuan to ask if the leaders were resting. It was not convenient to disturb them. He did not go up directly. He was afraid that he would meet other people or Peng Yiyuan would text him for directions. Peng Yiyuan quickly replied with three words: Come up.
Ma Yingjie took small steps up the stairs. When he passed the corridor, he saw a few familiar faces. Some were sending the leaders to their rooms, and some had just come out of the leader's room and went to another leader's room. Their faces were all filled with smiles. They were warm, polite, and excited. Ma Yingjie looked at these faces sympathetically. These people had lived their whole lives in flattering others, flattering their superiors, and degrading themselves. He was also one of them. Peng Yiyuan was waiting for him. They met and greeted each other. Peng Yiyuan personally brewed a cup of tea and handed it to Ma Yingjie. Ma Yingjie thanked the Secretary-General. Peng Yiyuan said, "You haven't been feeling well recently. Is there something on your mind? Or is there too much pressure?"
"No. Thank you for your concern, Secretary-General." Ma Yingjie replied.
"Really?" Peng Yiyuan moved his chair and sat opposite Ma Yingjie. He looked at Ma Yingjie sincerely.
Ma Yingjie felt that some words were not easy to avoid, but he still did not want to open his heart. He had not reached that stage with Peng Yiyuan. He forced himself to say, "Work is not easy. It's hard. Maybe my ability is limited."
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