Guide to Rising to Power as a Wife in Beijing's Elite Circle

Chapter 170 When will Fang Jingxiu's chapter be released?

At 9:00 a.m. on Monday, Chen Nuo received a call from Director Wan Baoguo asking her to come to his office.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Since the last personnel reshuffle, Director Wan has been like a silent mountain, rarely directly intervening in the department's affairs.

Vivian Chow is still around, but everyone knows that the real decision-making power has shifted upwards.

Chen Nuo knocked on the door and went in.

Wan Baoguo sat behind his desk, holding a document in his hand.

Seeing her come in, he raised his chin and said, "Sit down."

Chen Nuo sat down.

Wan Baoguo handed her the documents in his hand.

"have a look."

Chen Nuo took it and quickly glanced at it.

"Inter-departmental Coordination Work Plan for Promoting the Unification of National Film and Television Content Review Standards"

Lead unit: Policy and Regulation Department of the State Administration of Radio and Television

Participating organizations: Publicity Department of the CPC Central Committee, Ministry of Industry and Information Technology, Ministry of Culture and Tourism, Cyberspace Administration of China...

Coordination Group Leader: Zhang Fusheng (Retired Expert Rehired by the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television)

Deputy Head of the Coordination Group: Chen Nuo (Policy and Regulations Department of the State Administration of Radio and Television)

Work duration: three months

Task objective: To formulate a draft proposal for the standardization of national film and television content review standards and submit it to the ministry leadership for approval.

After reading it, Chen Nuo looked up.

Wan Baoguo looked at her calmly.

"Comrade Zhang Fusheng is an old comrade, sixty-five years old, who was rehired to continue contributing. His health isn't very good, and he also has family matters to attend to, so," he paused, "you'll have to take care of the specific work in the group."

Chen Nuo understood.

The team leader is just a figurehead.

The deputy team leader did all the work.

"Mr. Wan," she began cautiously, "this coordination team involves quite a few departments..."

"There are quite a few," Wan Baoguo nodded. "The Publicity Department of the CPC Central Committee, the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology, the Ministry of Culture and Tourism, the Cyberspace Administration of China, and several industry associations. Each unit will send one person to form a working group."

He paused, then added:

"Those people are all young key personnel recommended by their respective units. You should mentor them well."

Young backbone personnel.

Chen Nuo silently pondered these four words in his heart.

The term "young backbone" is a slang term for people with connections who are placed in various units.

Such cross-departmental coordination groups have always been a good place to gain prestige.

You don't have to do any work; just add a line about participating in an important national-level project to your resume, and you'll get promoted when you get back.

Who will do the real work?

Deputy team leader.

That is, her.

Chen Nuo took a deep breath: "Wan Si, I understand."

Wan Baoguo nodded, a faint smile appearing on his face.

"Work hard," he said. "The department leaders will be looking at the results in three months."

At 2 p.m., Chen Nuo walked into the coordination group's office.

It was called an office, but it was actually just an unused meeting room in the broadcasting building, with a few tables temporarily set up and various documents and materials piled on them.

The window faces north, so the light is dim, and there is a musty smell of old paper and ink in the air.

The five people have arrived.

By the window, a young woman wearing a Chanel suit and carrying a Hermès bag was taking a selfie with her phone. She spent a long time adjusting the angle before finally looking down to edit the photo.

In the corner, a boy wearing a Rolex and headphones had his eyes closed, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, seemingly listening to something.

On the table in the middle, a girl with exquisite makeup is touching up her makeup in front of a small mirror, with a row of powder, lipstick, and eyebrow pencil laid out.

Two other people were looking down at their phones; one was watching a shopping livestream, and the other was playing a game.

No one looked up at her.

Chen Nuo stood at the door and remained silent for three seconds.

Then she went in and placed the documents she was holding on the table in the center.

"Hello everyone," she began, her voice neither too loud nor too soft, "I'm Chen Nuo, the deputy head of the coordination team. Starting today, we'll be working together for three months."

No one responded.

The boy playing the game didn't even look up; he just grunted in response.

The girl taking the selfie finally looked up, glanced at her, and looked her up and down. She noticed the ordinary suit, the ordinary leather shoes, and the plain silver ring on the ring finger. Then she looked away and continued editing the photo.

Chen Nuo stood there and suddenly understood the meaning of Wan Baoguo's words.

"Those people are all young key personnel recommended by their respective units."

young.

She's really young.

backbone?

He was rebellious to the core, but he never did anything.

Of the five people, none of them actually came to work.

But their names are all on the coordination group's list.

Three months later, their resumes will all have an additional line:

"Participated in national-level inter-departmental coordination work and performed exceptionally well."

And the real work...

Chen Nuo looked down at the pile of documents on the table.

A thick stack of policy documents that need to be sorted out, differing opinions that need to be coordinated, and draft standards that need to be drafted.

No one will help her.

Because they don't need it.

They have a home.

Their family is wealthy, powerful, and has resources.

They don't have to do anything in their lives to live better than most people.

In this society, having power makes life much more enjoyable than having money.

Those with money have to worry about how to make more money every day; those with power only have to worry about how to hide their money.

Money can't buy a promotion without working.

Money can't buy you being late or leaving early and no one will dare to interfere.

You can't buy the chance to play games at work and have your boss praise you for your intelligence.

Some people are born on a mountaintop.

They don't need to climb mountains; they can just sit there and wait for others to bring the scenery to them.

……

At nine o'clock in the evening, Chen Nuo was still in the office.

Those five people left one after another around 4 PM.

As Lin Xi left, she said, "I have an appointment to get my nails done, I'm off now~"

Cheng Yue took off his headphones, checked the time, and left without saying anything.

Xu Meng didn't come in the afternoon at all, saying she had a "headache".

Wang He worked until 5 PM, then promptly shut down his computer and left work.

After watching the last video, Zhao Tingting also picked up her bag and left.

Now, she is the only one left in the entire office.

Chen Nuo rubbed his sore eyes and continued reading the documents in his hands.

These are the revision suggestions returned by the Publicity Department of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China, totaling thirty-seven points, each of which requires a response.

She made a table and organized the entries one by one. By the time she got to the tenth entry, her mind was starting to go blank.

She took out her phone and glanced at WeChat.

Fang Jingxiu's profile picture lay quietly in the contact list. The last message was from last night: "Arrived in Shanghai, starting research tomorrow, might not be able to check my phone much."

She replied, "Okay, take care of yourself."

Then there is no more.

She stared at that profile picture for a long time.

I want to post something.

I wanted to tell him that I met five oddballs today.

I wanted to tell him that being a deputy team leader is too difficult.

I want to tell him that I'm so tired.

But she didn't post anything.

Because he said it wasn't convenient for him to look at his phone.

Also, because she didn't want him to think that she couldn't handle anything.

She put her phone back on the table and continued reading the documents.

Outside the window, the city lights gradually came on.