MTL - Number of People-Chapter 1 wedge

  Chapter 1 Wedge

   After carefully reading the prepared report materials, his resume and related materials, Feng Keng took a deep breath.

  In fact, he has already memorized these things in his mind. He has been preparing for this matter for these days, and he is just waiting for today.

   It’s not easy. It took him twenty years of hard work to get to this position. How much effort and price did he pay for this?

  According to the news he got, the leaders in the department will talk to him in the afternoon. If there is no accident, they may go to the Standing Committee to study it next week.

  Walking to the window, pacing back and forth, and walking around several times, Feng Keng still couldn't suppress his inner tension, excitement, and some excitement.

   This situation has not happened for many years.

  The last time I was promoted to the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee because it was a matter of course, although I was very happy, but I was not very excited, but this time it was almost an exceptional promotion.

  Not long after I became the deputy secretary, I was about to take over as the mayor.

  Perhaps I only felt this way when I was the county magistrate eleven years ago.

   Well, it does.

Over the years, I went from the county magistrate to the secretary of the county party committee, then to the deputy mayor, member of the municipal party committee, secretary general of the municipal party committee, member of the municipal party committee, organization director, and then aided Tibet to train, and then came back to take over as the deputy secretary of the municipal party committee. Suddenly, I had such an opportunity up.

"Feng Keng, formerly known as Feng Ziying, male, 45 years old, born in July 1974, native of Linqing, Shandong, with a full-time undergraduate degree, started working in 1996, joined... in 1998, and is currently the deputy secretary of the Hanxi Municipal Party Committee,... "

   But not without variables.

  Feng Keng also knows that there are many candidates to compete with him, and he is not the only choice, and everyone is very capable, so everything is still undecided.

  Everyone waited with bated breath for the final result.

  However, he is not afraid of competition. After decades of career experience, from the most basic level of township chief to his current position, what kind of work has he never touched, what world has he never seen?

  Getting up early and working late at night, struggling, fighting hard, isn't it just for this day?

  He felt a little dizzy and shook his head. It might be because of working overtime last night. He didn't sleep well until a little earlier in the morning.

  Put one hand on the desk, Feng Keng sat down slowly.

  In front of me is a copy of "Tales of Vegetable Roots" and a fat copy of "Dream of Red Mansions".

  Feng Keng flipped through "Cai Gen Tan" subconsciously, and his eyes fell on it, "You can't live without the smell of mountains and forests in the Xuanmian; under the forest spring, you need the economics of Huailang Temple.".

  He frowned, why doesn't this seem like a good sign?

  Closing his hands together, he opened the fat book "Dream of Red Mansions". During this period of time, he was reminiscing about "Dream of Red Mansions". He had read it 79 times.

  The bookmark was caught in it, Feng Keng opened it casually, but saw a few words on the bookmark of ink and wash landscape.

   "Seeing him building a tall building, seeing him entertaining guests, seeing his building collapsed,..." I feel a bit annoyed, why are there so many unpleasant words on this bookmark?

  Closed it casually, but dropped a few pages, just turned to the first chapter.

   "Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but fame can never be forgotten! Where are the ancient and modern generals? The pile of grass in the barren mound is gone...", what happened today? All these ominous things?

  Besides being upset, Feng Keng was a little bit upset. Who wasn't a pile of barren graves in the end?

  Since this is the case, why don't you work hard, ask for a wife and son, and leave your name in history?

   Useless people like Jia Baoyu still have pursuits, eating from a bowl and looking at a pot, wondering how good it is to have both Bao Dai and one bed.

  For a while, I feel that Miaoyu is so filthy and unstained, and she is so clean and unobtrusive. For a while, I feel that Xingxiu smoke is like a wild crane floating in the clouds, luxuriant and guarded, and there are such pretty maids as Qingwen and Jin Chuan'er...

  It would be best to keep those Shi Xiangyun and Xue Baoqin by my side, and I still think it's a pity that Xiangling returned to Xue Pan, and even the second sister-in-law and Ke Qing are charming and charming?

   This fellow wished that all the water could only soak his mud?

   It's just that he doesn't have the ability to do that. It's not that poverty limits his imagination, but ability limits his desire to control. He can't do it or can't do it at all.

  Maslow's hierarchy of needs determines a person's level. Different people have different pursuit levels. If you cross a certain level, you will naturally pursue a higher stage.

  The so-called being indifferent to fame and wealth and seeing through the world is just an excuse for the frustrated to escape in desperation. Who doesn't want to wake up and kill human rights, and lie drunk on the lap of a beauty?

  Cao Xueqin really wants to be the role of Nalan Pearl, well, of course in the early stage, do you think he will write this "Dream of Red Mansions" with a low view of life and death?

He closed the page with a sneer, and the phone on the desk rang suddenly. He picked up the phone, and a deep voice came from the phone. Feng Keng immediately said respectfully: "Mr. Zhang, I am, yes, yes, I understand Yes, we will be there soon..."

   Putting down the phone, Feng Keng tried his best to restrain his ecstasy and excitement and calm himself down, but he failed.

  He took a deep breath, suddenly felt dizzy again, and his eyes turned black.

Instinctively sensed something was wrong, he had three highs, especially high blood lipids, which was his biggest hidden worry, he never thought that at this critical moment, he had to be steady, he must not make mistakes at this time, but his body was uncontrollably soft Soft slide down.

  He subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab something, but he only grabbed the "Dream of Red Mansions".

   With a bang, he grabbed the cover of the book and tore it off. Holding the book cover, the patterns of ladies in palace costumes on the book cover seemed to suddenly become blurred, but the person slowly fell to the floor.

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