I slept with my sister's classmate, and she turned out to be my boss.

On the evening the survey concluded, the lights on the third floor of the Liuhe Town government building were still on.

Fang Zhiwen sat in his office, with five or six cigarette butts piled up in the ashtray in front of him.

He doesn't usually smoke, but he made an exception today.

He Yinglai spent two days preparing for this research trip.

The report was revised four times, the data was checked repeatedly, and they even had the production line in the Economic Development Zone cleaned up again.

He believed there were no oversights.

But reality slapped him in the face.

"Is the three-percentage-point decline in growth a structural or cyclical problem?"

"You're the Party Secretary, you need to know what's going on."

Fang Zhiwen stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, his expression somewhat gloomy.

He has been in Liuhe Town for ten years.

He worked his way up from town mayor to party secretary, and served as party secretary for six years.

Over the years, every achievement in the town's investment attraction, industrial park construction, and fiscal revenue has been the result of his leadership and hard work.

His achievements are evident to all in the county. Even Zhou Mingyuan, the county party secretary, was delighted when he came to investigate and praised him highly.

But this young girl, on her first visit to town, gave him a hard time.

"Who does she think she is? More powerful than the county party secretary?"

"Who does she think she is??"

He was very upset, feeling slighted. It was the first time he'd ever been looked down upon, and to make matters worse, he'd been humiliated and disrespected!

Just then, there was a knock on the office door.

"Come in."

Qian Cheng pushed the door open and came in, a smile on his chubby face, but the smile seemed a little forced.

"Secretary Fang, you haven't left yet?"

"You didn't leave either," Fang Zhiwen said, leaning back in his chair. "Sit down."

Qian Cheng sat down opposite him, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Secretary Fang, what about the questions County Chief He asked today...?"

"I know," Fang Zhiwen interrupted him. "She came prepared with the growth rate, investment amount, and land utilization rate all."

"Then..." Qian Cheng lowered his voice, "Should we do something in advance?"

Fang Zhiwen glanced at him but did not answer immediately.

He picked up the lighter on the table and twirled it in his hand twice.

"No need. She just arrived and hasn't settled in yet, so she doesn't pose any real threat to us. Besides, we have Secretary Zhou Mingyuan and my cousin above us. There's a saying in the underworld: even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake."

Qian Cheng nodded, a lewd smile on his face.

"Oh, right," Fang Zhiwen suddenly remembered something, "did you notice that young man who came with He Ying today?"

"The one sitting at the very back? The one taking notes?"

"right."

"I see him. A new face, I've never seen him before." Qian Cheng thought for a moment, "He seems to be new to the government office, what's his last name again..."

"His surname is Chen," Fang Zhiwen said. "I had someone check, and he just passed the provincial civil service exam and is in the comprehensive department."

Qian Cheng was taken aback: "Secretary Fang, you even investigated this?"

Fang Zhiwen didn't answer, but picked up his teacup and took a sip.

He had been in officialdom for over twenty years and had one principle—to remember everyone who appeared around the leaders.

You never know who will become the key pawn, or when.

"Keep an eye on this guy," Fang Zhiwen said, putting down his teacup.

"Is it really necessary to make such a fuss over a new junior staff member?"

"He Ying takes him everywhere she goes. She took him on her research trip to Shuangqiao Town, and she took him on her research trip to Liuhe Town too." Fang Zhiwen glanced at Qian Cheng. "Do you think it's necessary?"

Qian Cheng thought for a moment and nodded: "I understand."

Fang Zhiwen stood up and walked to the window.

He stared at the Economic Development Zone in the distance.

Liuhe Town belongs to him.

……

The next morning, Chen Dapeng compiled the two sets of materials.

The first document was a research briefing, which was fairly standard and clearly outlined the economic development of Liuhe Town, project progress, and existing difficulties.

Write what should be written, and don't write what shouldn't be written.

The second one is the real trouble.

He compared the data reported by Fang Zhiwen with the data held by the county, item by item.

Industrial growth rate: Fang Zhiwen said 8.2%, while the National Bureau of Statistics data is 6.1%.

Fiscal revenue: Fang Zhiwen said 1.8 million yuan, while the Finance Bureau's data is 1.62 million yuan.

Project investment amount: Fang Zhiwen said 4 million yuan, while the National Development and Reform Commission's data is 3.2 million yuan.

Land utilization rate: Fang Zhiwen said 85%, while the Natural Resources Bureau's data is 71%.

He marked the data source, file number, and error value for every discrepancy.

After finishing the last item, Chen Dapeng leaned back in his chair, staring at the computer screen, his palms slightly sweaty.

He didn't know why He Ying wanted this document.

But he had a feeling that this wasn't something to be taken lightly.

There are six discrepancies.

If Fang Zhiwen lied to He Ying in front of her, then he is incredibly audacious.

If it's not a lie, but rather a problem with the data itself—

That would make the problem even bigger.

……

In the afternoon, Chen Dapeng sent both documents to He Ying and copied Su Wanqing.

After sending it, he sat at his workstation, staring at the computer screen, his heart beating a little fast.

About twenty minutes later, my phone vibrated.

It was a WeChat message from He Ying.

"Have you confirmed all the data in the table?"

Chen Dapeng typed: "Confirmed. Each item has corresponding documentation, and the source is indicated in the last column."

"Who signed off on your document at the Development and Reform Commission?"

"Section Chief Sun from the General Affairs Section helped me with the connection. The data came from the Development and Reform Bureau's statistical ledger, and I took photos to archive it."

"it is good."

Chen Dapeng waited for a while, but there was no further news.

He put down his phone, feeling a mix of emotions he couldn't quite describe.

The fact that He Ying asked such detailed questions shows that she cares a lot about this document.

But what will she do after she gets the materials?

He suddenly realized that He Ying was a meticulous and extraordinary person.

But thinking about it, it makes sense.

Thirty years old, at the level of a division chief, he had previously served as a division chief in a provincial department, and now he has been parachuted in as the county magistrate.

How could he possibly be a simple person?

Another half hour passed.

Chen Dapeng went to deliver documents to Su Wanqing.

Su Wanqing took the document, flipped through it, and put it aside.

"Xiao Chen, I've looked at the materials."

Chen Dapeng stood in front of her desk: "Is there a problem?"

"The materials are fine." Su Wanqing leaned back in her chair, looking at him. "When you were checking the data in the spreadsheet, did you discuss it with anyone else?"

Chen Dapeng thought for a moment: "No. I just went to check the data from various departments as usual, and I didn't say what it was for."

"If anyone asks you, just say you're compiling economic data for the entire county."

"clear."

"And one more thing," Su Wanqing looked at him, her eyes holding something indescribable, "that form, don't show it to a third person."

Chen Dapeng nodded and turned to walk out.

As he reached the door, Su Wanqing called out to him again.

"Xiao Chen."

He stopped and turned around.

Su Wanqing looked at him, remained silent for two seconds, and then said, "It's okay, go ahead."

Chen Dapeng left the office, feeling a little uneasy.

What was Su Wanqing trying to say?