Chapter 440

At present, Xu Keming already knows this thing, but he doesn't know that Wu Yan has promised to speak for herself. The trick he can play is nothing more than the city.

Sure enough, in the afternoon, Zhao fan received a call from Song Chunjiang in the city, saying that it was about the Xiushui county milk processing factory. At the meeting, Mayor Liang opposed it. Needless to say, Zhao fan Minrui noticed that Xu Keming was afraid to have put on the same pair of pants as mayor Liang.

Call Feng Hui. Feng Hui said solemnly on the phone: "Xiao Fan, I even know about your going to the provincial capital. Some people don't want you to succeed, otherwise they will sit in the position of county magistrate."

"Don't worry, I will make this happen for both public and private. Let me give play to the waste heat again before I leave."

Zhao fan trembled in his heart, with a sour nose and whispered, "old man, have you decided to go these days?"

Feng Hui said with a smile: "yes, the appointment of the party organization is coming down. I'm very happy. The party and organization believe me and let me go to other cities to shoulder the burden."

"In the past, I was always worried about you and Bingqing. Now, I won't think so. You have grown up and Bingqing has its own way of doing things. I'm very happy."

For a time, Zhao fan didn't know what to say.

Sure enough, Zhao fan received a call the next morning. Li Jingtian, Secretary of the municipal Party committee, held a meeting and personally approved the construction of Xiushui county milk processing plant. However, due to Mayor Liang's firm opposition, there was no excess funds in the city.

This let Zhao fan breathe a sigh of relief, as long as the above instructions come down. As for the funds, to tell the truth, Zhao fan didn't expect the county from the beginning.

Two or three days later, when Zhao fan came to the cadre dormitory of Xihua city in the morning, she just stopped the car and saw Feng Bingqing, who was as cold as a peach and plum. She was still as beautiful as the snow queen who came out of the ice and snow. But today, she could see a trace of reluctance on her face.

Soon, Zhao fan caught up and said, "teacher Feng, I knew you were coming, so I don't have to let the lame drive me."

Feng Bingqing glanced at Zhao fan, gently wound a strand of hair to the root of his ear, and whispered, "he's going to serve as secretary of the municipal Party committee in South China. I'm always going to send him as a daughter."

Zhao fan sighed in his heart. The relationship between Feng Bingqing and Feng Hui has indeed eased a lot, but until now, Feng Bingqing still hasn't opened his mouth to call his father. It has been many years since the man died.

Today, Feng Hui will be transferred to a city in South China as the Secretary of the municipal Party committee. Although Zhao fan is a little reluctant, he is more happy. Who doesn't want to go to a higher level when he is an official?

It is a good thing that Feng Hui can have such an opportunity to make further progress.

When he came to Feng Hui's suite, he saw that he had packed all his luggage and saw Zhao fan and Feng Bingqing coming. Feng Hui smiled and quickly made two cups of tea in person. Looking at Feng Hui glancing at Feng Bingqing from time to time, Zhao fan moved in his heart and said with a smile: "old man, South China is almost in the center of Yunzhou province. Outstanding people, It's much better to be an official there than here in West China. "

Feng Hui waved his hand and said with a faint smile, "I'm old. Compared with going further, I'd rather stay with my children."

Zhao fan glanced at Feng Bingqing. She was still holding a teacup and didn't speak. Feng Bingqing couldn't hear such an obvious hint. Zhao fan heard it. Zhao fan quickly smiled and said, "old man, you're old now. The number one in the city who has worked for several years is almost going to retire. At that time, you can relax and come back and guard by Mr. Feng."

"In the future, you will follow Mr. Feng wherever he is transferred. Ha ha."

Feng Hui looked at his daughter and smiled, but he didn't speak. He just took a sip of tea. There was a saying that heaven can forgive his sins, and he can't live his sins. He had to be transferred away. His daughter didn't want to speak. Is God punishing himself?

Finally, Feng Bingqing sighed slightly, looked at the teacup in his hand and said softly, "Dad, take care of your body there. If you have time, I will come and see you."

In an instant, Feng Hui's hand holding the tea cup trembled slightly, almost didn't grasp it and fell to the ground.

After half a ring, he nodded and said in a trembling voice, "don't worry, Bingqing. Dad's body is strong. Make a call before you go there. I'll pick you up!"

Zhao fan is also relieved. Many things have clearly passed. Why should the world torture themselves and those who care about themselves?