"Is this what you wrote?" Zhonghua looked at the report material in his hand, "Report on the Current Situation of Rural Primary and Secondary School Education in Haiyang County". It can be said that this is a perfect report material, and it is very suitable for reporting to leaders. It is reasonable and well-founded, and it makes people feel comfortable to read. However, throughout the article, it looks just a report material accumulated based on the materials, and there is no content Zhonghua wants to see.

"Hehe, no, I don't have this writing style. This is what I asked Director Luo to write." Ding Changsheng couldn't see what Zhonghua meant, so he answered honestly.

"Why don't you write? I remember this is the task I gave you?" Zhonghua threw the materials on the table and said expressionlessly.

"Leader, is it? You know that I don't write well, you know, I don't..."

"Changsheng, I know your background, but this is not a reason. The reason why I asked you to be this secretary is definitely not just asking you to write a material for me. Anyone can do such a thing. Those who are more educated than you are rushing to be this secretary. I also know that many people have entrusted their relationship to Chang Xiaochun, but I appreciate your intelligence and fast understanding. You can help Liyuan Village build roads at such a young age, and have a better vision. But the secretary is the secretary. I don't want you to write those official articles, but you have to explain what to do. I have to give your leader a suggestion and then let the leader make decisions. This is a necessary process. So, take these materials back, think about how to write, how to do, and then give them to me." Zhonghua said so much with deep affection, and then looked at Ding Changsheng with his eyes.

"Leader, I understand. I'll go back and write it now and I'll leave it to you tomorrow morning."

"Don't be so anxious. I'll go to the city early tomorrow morning. You and me will come together. What should come will come eventually." Zhonghua said to himself.

Ding Changsheng wanted to ask what it meant, but he swallowed it back and went back to see what the materials should be done, otherwise he would have to be scolded again. He wanted to save trouble and let Luo Xiangyue write on his behalf, but he did not expect that he would backfire.

The longest essay Ding Changsheng has ever written is a 2,000-word essay. If it is longer, it will be a bit troublesome. He thought about it and asked Luo Xiangyue, but after thinking about it, he would forget it. It seems that Zhonghua has already understood the writing level of Luo Xiangyue, the director of the Political Research Office. Perhaps large reporting articles require veterans like Luo Xiangyue to take care of them. Therefore, there is no need to bother Luo Xiangyue to report materials like this. Zhonghua is also annoyed when he sees such official articles.

Ding Changsheng placed the materials in his hand one by one on the table, and then marked them one by one, where they were in front and behind. He carefully refined the materials and condensed them into what he wanted to say. Then he attached them to the back based on the solutions proposed by Hu Jiajia and his own opinions. What risks are there and how to avoid these risks are all written in the article.

When the rough article was released, there were as many as 10,000 words, but compared with the article written by Luo Xiangyue, it was about 20,000 words less. Ding Changsheng felt that it was still too long. Zhonghua didn’t have time to read such a long article. He thought about how to compress it and tried to compress the article within five thousand words, but he had to explain it clearly and understand it. After reading the article, Zhonghua had to ask him what it meant, how it was arranged, and why it was like this. This tests his article organization ability.

Not only did he work behind closed doors, he also had to search online for information to see if there were any such examples and how others dealt with it, he also had to look at the People's Daily and Guangming Daily to see how those short comments expressed the richest content in the fewest words. After doing all this, it was already ten:30 in the evening.

Zhonghua heard Ding Changsheng's sound of closing the door and leaving, picked up the teacup, took a sip of Pu'er tea, and smiled. He thought that Ding Changsheng was just a piece of uncensored jade. If it was polished well, it would be of great use in the future. Uncle Zhong Fengyang also held the same view on this. After he had just said a few words, he could calm down and re-plan and report. Such thoughts and the importance of the tasks assigned by the leader make people feel comfortable. At this time, it seems that the result is not that important.

Just when Ding Changsheng closed the door and left, the office of the Baishan Municipal Party Committee Secretary was still brightly lit. Tang Bingkun filled the tea cups for Mayor Xia Rixing, so that the Municipal Party Committee Secretary could make Kung Fu tea for himself. In Baishan City, perhaps only Mayor Xia Rixing was treated like this.

In terms of age, Xia Rixing is five years older than Tang Bingkun, which is exactly the age of one term. This seems a bit inverted in the appointments of many prefecture-level cities. However, Xia Rixing has been confirmed to serve as vice chairman of the Provincial CPPCC after the New Year. This is also the province's incentive for him to retreat to the second line in advance. But now, both of them are facing a difficult problem.

"Brother Xia, thank you for your persistence. I know that the government has a lot of opposition, so you still insist on your opinion. I will use tea instead of wine to toast you." Tang Bingkun said it very realistically and emotionally. It is true. There is nothing that cannot be said about an opponent who is about to leave.
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