Nominal: Energy sector enters Handong, breaking the deadlock

Chen Yanshi put down his teacup, looked at Tian Guofu for a long while, and said, "Xiao Tian, ​​I know you're anxious. I've already handed over all the materials I had to the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection and the Procuratorate. That's all."

A hint of disappointment flashed across Tian Guofu's face, but he was not giving up. "Old Chen, you've worked in Handong for decades, you know the situation in Handong best. Even a clue, a name, would give me some direction."

Chen Yanshi ran his fingers along the rim of the teacup, his gaze fixed on the distant treetops. After a long silence, he finally spoke, "Comrade Guofu, when doing disciplinary work, you need to keep your mind calm."

The more anxious you are, the easier it is for others to lead you by the nose.

The waters in Handong are murky; you need to get a firm foothold before you can even think about fishing.

Once Hai Zi is successfully promoted, you will receive everything you are entitled to.

Everyone has a little bit of cunning.

Tian Guofu then realized that Chen Yanshi was the real old fox.

Tian Guofu looked at Chen Yanshi's aged yet composed face and nodded. "Old Chen, I've got it."

If you find any leads later, please let me know as soon as possible.

Chen Yanshi smiled, "No problem. Doing a good job is the best way to repay the old comrades."

Tian Guofu stood up, grasped Chen Yanshi's hand, and said, "Then I won't disturb your rest any longer. Take care."

Chen Yanshi watched him walk out of the courtyard gate, sighed softly, and poured himself another cup of tea.

Tian Guofu got into the car, leaned back in his seat, and closed his eyes for a while.

Chen Yanshi's words were loaded with meaning.

He could tell that the old man still had something he hadn't taken out yet, but it wasn't time to give it to him. But he also understood that there was no need to rush.

the other side.

Provincial government office building.

After finishing the documents at hand, Song Yunhui glanced at the time, stood up, put the documents on the table into his briefcase, picked up his coat, and was about to leave when his secretary, Zhou Haoyang, knocked on the door and came in.

"Governor Song, Comrade Xiao Gangyu from the Provincial Procuratorate has been waiting outside for a while and wants to see you."

Song Yunhui paused for a moment, thought for a second, and said, "Let him in."

Zhou Haoyang went out to inform Xiao Gangyu.

A moment later, Xiao Gangyu pushed open the door and came in. "Governor Song, I'm sorry to bother you."

Song Yunhui draped his coat over his arm, glanced at him, and said, "Comrade Gangyu, let's go, we can talk as we walk."

Xiao Gangyu was taken aback.

Unfortunately, we couldn't talk in Song Yunhui's office.

But following the Second Provincial High School, talking as we go, seems quite good too.

Following Song Yunhui's footsteps, the two walked along the corridor toward the elevator.

Xiao Fangyu naturally understood some of the rules.

He was about half a body length behind Song Yunhui.

Song Yunhui walked at a steady pace, his tone indifferent, "What do you want?"

Xiao Gangyu lowered his voice, "Governor Song, I've heard about what happened today."

I wanted to thank you in person immediately for recommending me for the position of Executive Deputy Chief Prosecutor of the Provincial Procuratorate. I, Xiao Gangyu, will always remember this trust you placed in me.

Song Yunhui didn't stop walking, his face expressionless. "Comrade Gangyu, the organization recommended you because of your work experience and the professional skills you have accumulated over the years in the procuratorial system."

If you want to thank someone, thank yourself for the achievements you've made over the years.

Xiao Gangyu nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, I will definitely live up to the organization's expectations."

The elevator doors opened, and Song Yunhui stepped inside and pressed the button for the first floor.

Xiao Gangyu followed him inside, stood beside him, and glanced at Song Yunhui.

Actually, some people wanted to take the elevator, but seeing that Provincial Second and Xiao Gangyu had gone in, the others either left or went to another elevator.

There were only two people in the elevator.

Rapid decline.

Song Yunhui suddenly spoke up, "Comrade Gangyu, do you know what I valued most about you when I recommended you?"

Xiao Gangyu was taken aback. "I don't know. Please enlighten me, Governor Song."

Because I really don't care what I say, I'm afraid it will backfire.

Song Yunhui turned his head and looked him straight in the eye. "You started from the grassroots level, you are familiar with prosecutorial work, and you have real knowledge."

But I want to tell you that when you sit in the position of executive deputy chief prosecutor, the ability to handle cases is secondary; what's more important is having the people in your heart.

Behind every action I take and every case I handle, there are ordinary people waiting for justice.

Power is neither right nor wrong, neither good nor bad; it can take you to heaven or send you to hell. I hope you remember this.

"Thank you for your guidance, leader." Xiao Gangyu felt as if he had been praised.

The elevator arrived at the first floor and the doors opened.

Song Yunhui strode out, and Xiao Gangyu followed behind, pausing for a moment.

Song Yunhui's car was already parked there waiting.

Xiao Gangyu quickly opened the car door for Song Yunhui. "Boss, please get in the car."

Song Yunguo turned and glanced at Xiao Gangyu. "Do a good job."

Xiao Gangyu stood there, watching Song Yunhui's car leave.

I, Xiao Gangyu, who left in despair back then, am now returning.

Song Yunhui's car stopped at the south gate of Handong University.

He walked alone into Handong University.

The rich heritage of Handong University is fully displayed on this road, with old brick walls covered in green vines.

In every corner, there were students carrying books and practicing their spoken English.

The sounds of shouts coming from the basketball court could be heard in the distance.

Song Yunhui walked slowly, watching with a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing both feeling and reflection).

Spending too much time in the compound of a ministry or commission means seeing documents, files, and heads every day, surrounded by backstabbing, rules, and routines.

When I got here, all I saw were young faces, carrying backpacks and water bottles, muttering about macroeconomics and economic reforms, walking briskly.

As expected of a university, it doesn't have any of those shady and unpleasant things.

As long as you put in the effort, the results will be there. If you tackle one research project after another and publish one paper after another, you will eventually be able to get a professional title.

Song Yunhui suddenly felt a pang of envy for his wife, Liang Sishen.

Being a university teacher is actually quite good.

I'll go to the provincial Party committee's D school in a few days to give a lesson to the students and experience being a teacher.

Several cars were parked in front of the School of Economics and Management's office building: an Audi A6, a Buick, and a Santana.

The welcome party for Liang Sichen should still be going on.

He didn't rush upstairs; instead, he stood by the flowerbed downstairs. He lit a cigarette and waited.

It's not appropriate for him to go in at this time.

After waiting for about ten minutes, footsteps were heard coming from inside the building.

Leaders from Handong University and the School of Economics and Management saw Liang Sishen off.

Or, to put it another way, Liang Sichen escorted the school leaders downstairs.

Liang Sichen shook hands with the school leaders to say goodbye, her demeanor poised and graceful, displaying the air of a true scholar.

Song Yunhui remained silent, watching from a distance of about twenty meters, a slight smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips.

Liang Sichen looked up and saw Song Yunhui.

I've missed you terribly after not seeing you for a few days.

Then, her eyebrows curved into a smile, Liang Sichen said something to the person next to her, and then turned around and said a few words to Liang Zezhou.

Liang Zezhou followed Liang Sichen's gaze and saw Song Yunhui standing by the flower bed. He was taken aback for a moment, then quickly walked over to greet him.

"Governor Song, what brings you here? You didn't even give me a heads-up. I could have come to greet you."

Liang Zezhou is the president of Handong University, a position at the vice-ministerial level.

He stepped forward and grasped Song Yunhui's right hand with both of his.

Song Yunhui smiled and shook hands. "Principal Liang, this is Sishen's first day at Handong University. I've come to pick her up and take her home."