Hearing this, County Magistrate Zhao looked at Wang Ganqing expressionlessly. It seemed that regardless of his relationship with Feng Zhenchang, his relationship with Huang Chengzhong was definitely not good. After all, he was the head of a town, but he deliberately made things difficult for a section chief with such a relationship.
He was a little disappointed in Wang Ganqing.
Wang Ganqing felt uncomfortable being looked at by County Magistrate Zhao. 'Is this not appropriate? The Investment Promotion Bureau should be a very suitable unit,'
'Is this your arrangement? Putting Huang Chengzhong in the Investment Promotion Bureau and making him responsible for this matter, then should he consider the county's interests or his daughter's boyfriend's interests? It's possible that neither side will approve. Is this a promotion? This is just making things difficult for him!'
Now he's actually playing this game in front of me.
Wang Ganqing naturally had some such thoughts, but he could never admit it. 'Yes, as you can see, I originally thought this was a good idea, but now that you've mentioned it, it's really not appropriate. I'll think about it and get back to you in a few days?'
It now seemed that Huang Chengzhong was definitely going to be promoted, so at least, promote him elsewhere.
'After the two sessions, I will go back and adjust the division of labour. I will appoint Huang Chengzhong as the deputy town mayor in charge of industry. I will communicate with the county party committee.'
County Head Zhao also didn't bother to seek Wang Ganqing's opinion again, and directly gave the order. If it was an extraordinary move to promote Huang Chengzhong to become the town mayor, it would be quite difficult, but it would not be a big deal to promote a senior section member who had been working for more than ten years to become a deputy section chief.
'Okay, you go and get ready,' said County Head Zhao, after making his decision, and then he gave the order to dismiss the guests.
Wang Ganqing walked along the corridor of the guesthouse, feeling remorseful. He regretted that he should not have played those petty tricks in front of the county head, and he regretted even more that the day before last year, why he did not come out of the office and scold his wife a few times?
This Huang Chengzhong, County Head Zhao had never met him before, but he already looked at him differently. If all of Jiasheng's future investments fell through?
Wang Ganqing immediately felt a strong sense of crisis.
He now sincerely wanted to repair his relationship with Huang Chengzhong, and immediately pulled out his phone. 'Huang, I, Wang Ganqing, have some good news for you. I've just come from County Magistrate Zhao's office. After I explained your situation, the organisation has decided that after the two sessions they will give you a bigger responsibility. To be more specific, you will work with me and be in charge of the town's industry. How could I joke about such a serious matter? Yes, it's good that you have an idea. Don't spread the news yet. Sigh, you're welcome. It's all for the good of the work,'
After hanging up the phone, Wang Ganqing felt even more uneasy. He could tell that although Huang Chengzhong was very happy and surprised, he was by no means ignorant of the situation.
It seemed that he was already mentally prepared. What did this show? It showed that everything had indeed been pre-arranged.
It seemed that he would really have to spend a lot of money on a gift for the upcoming event. But when he thought about his wife, Wang Ganqing let out a sigh. He didn't want her to go to Huang Chengzhong with a gift. Forget it, I'll just pay for it myself!
Hearing her father's incoherent announcement, Huang Jingping knew that Feng Yiping's arrangement must have worked. She immediately called Feng Yiping, 'Yiping, thank you. My father said that after the county's two sessions, he will definitely move up a bit, probably to deputy town mayor,'
'It has nothing to do with me, this is all the result of your father's hard work,' Feng Yiping said with a smile. He never imagined that the government authorities, which were always slow to act, could be so efficient when they got serious.
'I know it's because of you that my father is where he is. Thank you. And,' Huang Jingping paused for a moment, and said softly, 'Yiping, I love you so much!'
Jin Ling was delivering some documents to Feng Yiping at this time and heard their conversation. She laughed and said, 'You really went to a lot of trouble for Jingping's father.'
'Not busy? Sit down,' Feng Yiping put down his work, pointed to the two sofas under the window, and closed the office door.
'Why not?' Jin Ling said, and sat down anyway.
'Tell me, why do you make money?' As soon as he sat down, Feng Yiping asked a very idiotic question.
Jin Ling didn't expect him to adopt such a serious posture and talk about such an idiotic question.
Why do you make money? Does this need to be asked? Of course it's for spending, all kinds of spending.
He must have known that this question was idiotic, so before Jin Ling could speak, he continued, 'Be more specific. Why did I invest in that even more remote town in that remote county? And the investments are not closely related to the main business of Jiasheng.
As you know, with these funds, whether for investment or speculation, I have plenty of opportunities to get a return more easily.'
'Because you were born there,' Jin Ling gave the answer without even thinking.
Feng Yiping didn't comment on this very superficial answer and continued to speak to himself.
His expression was a little strange at the moment. He was leaning back in the sofa chair very relaxed, his eyes looking straight ahead. It was obvious that the door was being controlled by the office, but his gaze seemed to penetrate those obstructions and see far away. He was talking as if he were talking to Jin Ling, but it also sounded like rambling.
What can I say? If I really saw this scene when studying abroad, Jin Ling could be sure that the other person must have eaten or smoked something and was a little high.
'What do you think your hometown is like?'
Although the question was a bit of a turnoff, it was another somewhat idiotic question.
Sure enough, he didn't wait for Jin Ling to say, 'the place where you were born and raised,' and started talking again.
'Hometown, generally she is not as beautiful as scenic spots, but after being away from home for a long time, seeing the familiar mountains and rivers, even if it's just a picture, will make you feel a deep stirring from the bottom of your heart, like getting an electric shock.
Often, it is not a very wealthy or developed place, but on many occasions, especially during traditional festivals such as the Mid-Autumn Festival or New Year's Eve, when you are strolling along the bustling streets of a modern metropolis, you long to walk along the dusty dirt roads, perhaps even ones with cow, sheep or pig manure on them.
The people there are not all kind and gentle. Some people have taken advantage of your family, argued with you, and even fought. Some guys even bullied you many times when you were young and weak. However, after many years, when you think of those people whose names you can't always recall, your first feeling is that you still feel very close to them.
Although she didn't quite understand his words about feeling close to people who had bullied him and his family, such as electric shocks and dirt roads with cow, sheep and pig manure, she was also affected by his emotions at that moment.
However, for Jin Ling, who grew up in the provincial capital, she can now hardly find any childhood memories. The area where she lived as a child has now undergone earth-shaking changes. The landscapes and buildings that carried her memories of the past have long been lost among the newly built high-rises. She can no longer find her old home, whether in terms of time and space or cultural belonging.
Feng Yiping seemed to have read her mind: 'I have heard from friends in the city more than once that in just a few years, or even a decade, the place where they were born has changed beyond recognition, and there is not a trace of the past left.
But what they regret is actually what I envy.
For me, I left home when I was twenty, and that was how my hometown looked. I returned home when I was thirty, and it was still the same. By the time I return home in my fifties or sixties, it will probably still be the same. The only thing that has changed is that I will no longer be able to find my parents.
So, I'm doing all this not for me, nor for Jingping's father. I want to make some changes in my hometown, which may never change much.
Jin Ling looked at him in a daze, a little lost.
These words from Feng Yiping were sincere, and only sincerity could move people so easily.
At the same time, this was the first time she had touched some of Feng Yiping's thoughts up close.
After finishing this self-narrative, Feng Yiping also fell silent for a while. Before Jin Ling could take her eyes off him, he adjusted himself, sat up straight, and looked over. Jin Ling still maintained her previous expression, so she felt a little embarrassed and a little ashamed. To cover it up, she immediately refuted, 'So, after going around in such a big circle and saying so much, are you saying that you don't make money for yourself, but for your hometown?'
'Haha, I'm not that great, I'm not a saint. Of course I make money for myself first, and I can spend it however I like. But I'm also a person of noble character, and I want to make myself a little more noble too. So while I'm making money, I also want to help the people in my hometown make some too. It's as simple as that. What do you think? Admire me, and be impressed by my noble character!'
Feng Yiping has this ability. One second you think he is a thinker with a noble character who is concerned about the country and its people, and the next second, without you having to do anything, he brings himself down to earth and reveals his annoying but honest petty bourgeois face.
Jin Ling has long since become unperturbed by this. 'Then stop expressing your sentimental thoughts. The two documents on the table are about the arrangements for the Canton Fair. They are urgent and cannot be delayed. Take a look at them quickly.'