Chapter 817

Wen Feng was still happy to get the news of being mayor, but his face became gloomy when he knew that Yang Guoyong had become the Secretary of the municipal Party committee.

Yang Guoyong was not transferred.

Doesn't it mean that he will still be under Yang Guoyong in the future. The mayor seems to be at the same level as the Secretary of the municipal Party committee, but the party commands everything and the Secretary of the municipal Party committee is in charge of all government affairs.

"Why didn't he transfer?"

Wen Feng clenched his teeth and stared into Minister Huang's eyes to know the answer.

Minister Huang slowly lit a cigarette, puffed out a mouthful of rich smoke and said, "the way of balance. Don't you understand that you have been an official for so long?"

Wen Feng secretly scolded the old fox in his heart. It's strange that I don't understand the way of balance, but that's not the good condition before. It's that he is the mayor, airborne a municipal Party Secretary, and the Secretary of the municipal Party committee without real power is easy to deal with. It's just that Yang Guoyong is deeply rooted in Longcheng, much more powerful than he is an executive vice mayor.

At that time, he will be pressed.

Wen Feng didn't show his anger and calmly said, "what to do next? If Yang Guoyong is the Secretary of the municipal Party committee, it's inconvenient for me to do things."

Minister Huang smiled and said, "wouldn't the Secretary of the municipal Party committee make mistakes?"

Wen Feng thought carefully, suddenly looked up, looked shocked and shouted, "you're going to treat him..."

Minister Huang shook his head, shrugged and said, "OK, mayor Wen, it's late. I'll go back to the hotel to rest first. By the way, Minister He will come down tomorrow and get ready."

Looking at his left back, Wen Feng's face changed and pondered for a long time. He grabbed the ashtray and hit it hard on the ground. He angrily said, "it's unreasonable to deceive people too much and use me as a gun."

The boss looked down on him and didn't invest too much resources, otherwise it wouldn't cause the current situation, and the great opportunity was wasted. I don't know where Yang Guoyong came from. Instead of moving away, he went further.

"Yang Guoyong, I won't let you live."

"And you."

Wen Feng showed a cold smile.

A teahouse.

Yang Guoyong and he Zhennan drank three glasses of wine. Their faces remained unchanged. They both came up from the grass-roots level all the way. Their drinking capacity was quite good. Not a bit drunk.

Exclamation, Yang Guoyong thought of something, took out the phone and said with a smile: "I'll call Yang Ping to see if he has time to come."

He Zhennan nodded and said, "yes."

He sighed in his heart that without Yang Ping, there might be no he Zhennan. Today, maybe he will be Secretary of the Discipline Inspection Commission for a few years, but he is certainly not qualified to go up.

After Yang Guoyong is the Secretary of the municipal Party committee, he will certainly pull him. The vice mayor is sure. As for the executive, we still need to work hard. However, since Yang Guoyong has promised, there must be no problem.

Drinking slowly, the phone finally got through. Yang Guoyong laughed and said, "Yang Ping, are you free? We're in the old place."

"Right away."

With that, Yang Ping hung up.

Yang Guoyong looked at he Zhennan and said with a smile, "right away."

After a while, Yang Ping came to the teahouse and saw the red faces of the two people. He congratulated them and said, "I've been promoted. Congratulations."

Yang Guoyong personally moved the stool for Yang Ping and he Zhennan poured the wine. They were from the heart without any affectation. Yang Ping was ashamed of it and quickly humiliated, but Yang Guoyong forced him to do so. He had to sit down, say thank you and ask what happened.

In fact, the situation has long been expected, but it has not been determined.

When Yang Guoyong finished the news from the Organization Department of the provincial Party committee tomorrow, Yang Ping frowned and said, "so Wenfeng is still the mayor?"

Yang Guoyong nodded and said, "Wen Feng's relationship is not simple."

Yang Ping hehe.

No matter how strong the background is, you will be abandoned without corresponding strength. Yang Ping saw it clearly. In the army, you have a relationship with heaven. If you don't have strong strength, it won't last long.

"Do you want to listen to music?"

While the three were talking, a little girl came up and asked. She looks very good. She is in her early eighteen years, has a melon seed face, big eyes, wears simple clothes, holds a guitar, blinks her big eyes and keeps smiling.

Yang Guoyong and he Zhennan wanted to refuse, but Yang Ping said, "what song can I order?"

When the girl saw a guest ordering a song, her pretty face finally showed a trace of joy. She took out a book and said, "this is the song I wrote. You can order it casually. If you want to listen to other popular songs, I can also sing it."

"What are you doing here?"

At this time, the teahouse owner came in a hurry and found that the girl came to Yang Guoyong. He was almost scared to death. He is the mayor. What a big official. If something happens in the teahouse, it is estimated that the teahouse will close down tomorrow.

He wanted to scold the girl, but Yang Ping stopped him and said, "I let her in."

When the girl saw the boss, her pretty face changed and she showed a frightened expression. Obviously, she had been here before. She knew that the people who consumed in the teahouse belonged to the rich. It was much safer and much more open than the night stand outside. But the boss didn't come in for fear of disturbing the guests.

The boss looked at Yang Guoyong.

He thinks Yang Guoyong is the boss here.

Yang Guoyong looked at Yang Ping.

The teahouse owner was surprised and secretly said, "who is this? He has a bigger shelf than the mayor. He is a businessman and has good eyesight. It can be seen that Mayor Yang attaches great importance to the young man in front of him. He was busy laughing and said:" it was your request. My fault, my fault. Tonight's drinks are all free of charge. It's an apology. "

Including him, Yang Guoyong and he Zhennan all thought that Yang Ping liked the singing girl and smiled without saying anything. They liked it when they were young.

It's a pity that time doesn't forgive people.

Yang Ping casually looked through the girl's song list and found that many of the above songs had not been heard, so he said, "you wrote these?"

The girl nodded shyly.

Yang Ping said with a smile, "what's your name?"

"Meng Meng."

Yang Ping said with a smile, "it's a nice name. Come on."

Seeing that there was business, Mengmeng was happy, so she picked up the old wooden guitar and began to play and sing. It didn't matter. When the first note was sung, Yang Ping was startled.

The voice is ethereal and full of spirituality, just like Faye Wong, with high recognition.

The name of the song is apple.

The music is full of sadness and desolation, which is performed incisively and vividly in the cute voice. The crowd seemed to see an old father set up a stall outside in the middle of the night in order to buy an apple on Christmas Eve.

Sing a song.

It was a long time before they came back to God.

Yang Guoyong remembered that when he was in the Yang family, he was free and depended on himself for everything. In order to give him a good future, his parents were ridiculed and insulted by his immediate children and helped him win the position of deputy county magistrate in a small city. It's really not easy for him to come to this day step by step.

He Zhennan thought of his old father at home. He didn't know how he was. He missed him very much.

Yang Ping sighed and said, "it's a good song." although the lyrics are not good, it's a piece of jade. After carving, it will shine.

The teahouse owner looked back and saw that the three people liked girls' songs very much. He hurriedly said, "it's great to sing, little girl. Believe it or not, you'll come to my teahouse to sing for 1000 yuan a day."

A thousand dollars!

Mengmeng almost cried out, 1000 yuan a day, 30000 yuan a month and 360000 yuan a year, which is an astronomical figure for the family.

If she promised, she would immediately become a high-income group.

But she hesitated.

Because the boss's eyes are wrong.

ha-ha!

When Meng Meng hesitated, a arrogant voice came: "beauty, I'll give you 100000 a month. How about keeping you?"

Wen Taiping came in with a group of childlike brothers, greedy eyes, staring at the place full of sprout.