The atmosphere in the conference room became more and more strange, no one spoke, Hu Kangyu was wondering what happened. When I brought up this matter, didn't everyone agree? Why can't he speak now, and this guy hasn't realized what the problem is until now.
"Cough!" Jia Mingli, director of the Department of Social Security, coughed lightly, pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose and said, "When Director Hu brought up this matter, I opposed it. But thinking that Director Hu has not been transferred for a long time, I am afraid Some people gossip about the internal disharmony of our Ministry of Finance, so I nodded. But these gold, jewelry and precious cultural relics that have been lost for more than half a century were all brought back by Comrade Yang Luo with his head. He has the most say in this matter. Since Comrade Yang Luo disagrees, we can discuss it in the long term."
"Uh!" Hu Kangyu was stunned for a while, his face full of disbelief. You know, Jia Mingli was the first to get support for his proposal to withhold commissions, and she was also the favorite of this woman. Why did she suddenly back out now? What the hell is going on? Does this damned woman have Alzheimer's and forget it so quickly!
Seeing the silence that Jia Mingli broke first, the others immediately became active and nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, yeah, Director Jia can talk about our hearts. Without Comrade Yang Luo, how could these gold, jewelry, and cultural relics return to China?"
The most vehement speech was made by the Director of the Treasury Department, Wang Guan. This guy seemed very angry: "If we withhold the commissions they deserve, it is logically unreasonable. Another very important point is that they should be rewarded if they pay. If you don¡¯t give anything, who will work for you? Just ask a migrant worker on the street and ask him to become an official, and if you don¡¯t give him anything, what would he do? Not to mention risking bloodshed at any time.¡±
Hu Kangyu was dumbfounded, and cursed in his heart, this old brat, who gave birth to a son without a butt hole, is there a mouth under your fucking nose? Didn't you say you would support me?
At this time, Zhao Qunzhong, the executive vice minister and deputy secretary of the party group, sighed secretly. It can be said that this old guy is deeply rooted in the Ministry of Finance and has a high prestige. He is even older than Xie Zhenhong. But the number one and the number two sound similar, but the boss is the boss, and the second is the second. In officialdom, there is an insurmountable gap between the eldest and second child. What's more, Xie Zhenhong is notoriously strong, no matter how old Zhao Qunzhong is, he can only suffer from Xie Zhenhong. But he is not reconciled. He is also the first deputy minister and the deputy secretary of the party group. It is really aggrieved that Xie Zhenhong has been suppressing him like this.
As for Hu Kangyu, he is more or less a background person, otherwise, what qualifications does he have to climb to such an important position at the grassroots level? Therefore, when Hu Kangyu proposed not to give Guan Yong a commission, he agreed without hesitation. Because he knew very well in his heart that Xie Zhenhong would never support him, and one more thing, Hu Kangyu's background was no secret in the ministry, so it could also put some pressure on Xie Zhenhong. As expected, Xie Zhenhong firmly opposed it. Then he achieved his goal, Xu Yiyi joined forces with most people to force Xie Zhenhong into the palace, and gave Xie Zhenhong a great embarrassment.
In fact, he really didn't care about giving a commission or not, all he cared about was embarrassing Xie Zhenhong. He succeeded, not only embarrassing Xie Zhenhong, but also greatly reducing Xie Zhenhong's prestige. In the past few days, he was so happy, but before the joy was over, Yang Luo came over through Wei Qiangjun, saying that anyone who dared to withhold Guan Yong's commission would look good to him, and he knew that the situation was over.
He is old, so he can not care about Yang Luo, but the people below cannot. What kind of person is Yang Luo?
Thinking of this, the old guy glanced at Hu Kangyu with such pity. This time, Xie Zhenhong will definitely not let it go, he will definitely kill the chicken to make an example to the monkey, and maintain his authority in the Ministry of Finance, and the chicken is Hu Kangyu. Even if Hu Kangyu has a great background, he can't keep him. It is absolutely taboo for a small leader in a subordinate department like this to challenge the authority of the big boss.
Thinking of this, Zhao Qunzhong sighed secretly again, since there is nothing to be done, then retreat, Hu Kangyu's life and death is his business.
After clearing up his mood, Zhao Qunzhong knocked on the table, and the somewhat chaotic meeting room suddenly fell silent: "Everyone's awareness is very high, and I agree with everyone's opinions. It is no exaggeration to say that Comrade Yang Luo is my ** team." How many times he was born and died for the benefit of the country, how many times he struggled on the verge of death, we must not break his heart for small personal gains. We must not only give money, but also give it generously."
Zhao Qunzhong's words made Hu Kangyu lose his temper completely. Everyone mentioned the word Yang Luo when they spoke. If one or two people??You are so gossip, I thought you had something to do with me. "
Jia Mingli smiled and waved her hands, turned and walked out.
After this incident, no one cared about Hu Kangyu's ending. He was definitely on the bench. Even if the people behind him wanted to transfer him to other departments, they would have to wait until Xie Zhenhong's anger subsided before releasing him. After all, Hu Kangyu's personnel file is in the Ministry of Finance. No matter who wants someone or where he wants to be transferred, if Xie Zhenhong does not sign, he will have to stay here. This time may be one year, or two years
Yang Luo parked the car at the gate of the kindergarten, and Bei Yinyao looked at the time: "School is almost over!"
"Dingling"
Just as Yang Luo got out of the car and lit a cigarette, the phone in his pocket rang. He took it out to look, and smiled