Jiang Pinggui didn't expect to receive a call from Ding Changsheng when he was about to get off work. In his impression, this person was good, but one was the mayor's secretary and the other was the secretary of the municipal party committee secretary. It seemed that these two secretaries really became friends.

"Brother Jiang, do you have time tonight? I want to treat you to dinner." Ding Changsheng asked tentatively, but at this time he had not even thought about the place to eat.

"Xiao Ding, is there something wrong?" Jiang Pinggui frowned and asked.

"No, it's just that I personally want to have a meal with Brother Jiang, nothing else."

"real?"

"Brother Jiang, you can't trust me like that. I have no other friends in Huzhou and no women. I want to find you to have some food and drink, it's that simple."

"Well, let's do it this way. There are still ten minutes to get off work. Let's see if the secretary has any arrangements for the evening. If there is no arrangement, I will call you then."

"Okay, one word is certain."

After hanging up Ding Changsheng's phone, Jiang Pinggui habitually looked at the inner room and closed the door. He didn't know what Jiang Wenshan was busy at this time. Recently, all the yamen in the city have been very busy. Not only is it a problem of flood control and disaster relief, but also a problem is to clean up the office space of his own unit. After the baptism of the flood, very few units' courtyards have not been attacked by floods.

But Jiang Pinggui always felt that it was not that easy for Ding Changsheng to have dinner with him. If it were before the flood, Jiang Pinggui would never agree to see Ding Changsheng. A secretary of the municipal party committee secretary went to see the mayor's secretary without telling the leader. No matter whether there was any trick or not, as long as someone discovered it, it would be a big deal.

However, Jiang Wenshan's poor performance in flood control, especially concealing the number of deaths in the flood, made Jiang Pinggui look down on Jiang Wenshan a lot. In his opinion, Jiang Wenshan did this in order to keep his black hat, but as an upright official, doing so was simply disgraceful.

Moreover, Jiang Pinggui deeply realized that after this incident, Jiang Wenshan could not rise any further. Moreover, from the report call from Jiang Wenshan to the province that he heard in the past few days, there was only one central meaning, that is, he wanted to continue to stay in Huzhou. Why did there be such a report? Considering this matter in turn, that is, the province has decided to transfer Jiang Wenshan away, but where are he going?

Jiang Pinggui has been considering his own way out these days. The first one is to follow Jiang Wenshan. Judging from the current attitude towards Jiang Wenshan in the province, it is obvious that Jiang Wenshan will not be reused anymore. He is likely to take a idle position in a certain department, and he will go with more and more. He is the role of carrying a bag and holding a water cup.

The second is that Jiang Wenshan himself found out with conscience that when he left, he would promote Jiang Pinggui to find a better position, but in his position, the arranged position was higher, but now there is not such a high position, and if the arrangement is lower, it is probably better not to arrange it. This is the contradiction.

So when Ding Changsheng called, his heart suddenly became much brighter. If he stayed, the next secretary or mayor would have to choose one. The official who did not take the team would only have two words: death or mediocrity.

Death is because there are people, there are martial arts and struggles. The officialdom is an excellent place to concentrate human struggle masters. Those who come here are not fools, and most of them are keen on power, but there are only so many power resources. What should I do? If I want to get the most resources, I can only grab it from the other party and seize it. Officials with intermediate positions are often the first targets of both sides of the struggle.

Yong, if a neutral person is lucky enough to be killed, it is because you don’t even have the qualifications to die, either because you are stupid enough, or because you are just a worker. If you kill all the worker, who will work?

It can be seen that Jiang Pinggui is very careful, and he arranged the location, and Ding Changsheng took a taxi by himself. Since Jiang Pinggui is so careful, he must be very cautious in order to win his trust.

This is a very inconspicuous Northeast Stew Restaurant. The brands of the hotel have lost their color, but the font can still be seen vaguely, Zhu Laosan Stew Restaurant.

"Brother Jiang, you are so good at saving money for me. Looking for such a place to eat, aren't you so embarrassed me?" Ding Changsheng complained as soon as he sat down.

"Haha, Xiao Ding, I'm treating you today. How can I compare with you? I'm also a local tyrant? Although you are both secretary, I'm a few years older than you. You call me Brother Jiang. Could it be that Brother Jiang is called?"

"Oh, haha, okay, Brother Jiang, I'm embarrassed to say anything else if you say that. This is called eating people's short mouth."

"Oh, you kid, you don't know. I live nearby. My wife is from Northeast China. This stew restaurant is run by my brother-in-law, so I don't have to spend money on treating guests. Hehe, I didn't expect it." Jiang Pinggui said proudly, and looked up at the outside while saying that.

Ding Changsheng didn't expect that Jiang Pinggui had such a humorous side and Xiaoxiao didn't say anything.

"You are a guest, what should I eat, order it," said Jiang Pinggui.

"I have never eaten Northeast cuisine, so you should order it. Since my sister-in-law is from Northeast China, you must be an expert in Northeast China cuisine."

"The experts can't talk about it, they just eat a lot. Third brother, let's prepare a set of pig-killing dishes. Today I treat you, don't let me down."

"Brother-in-law, I understand, just take a look," Zhu Laosan agreed outside.

Northeast cuisine is mainly stewed, so it takes a while for the dishes to come. Jiang Pinggui picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Ding Changsheng: "Xiao Ding, although you didn't say it on the phone, I also know that you have something to do. You won't treat me to dinner for no reason. Although we have met twice, from the perspective of friendship, we have not yet reached the level of having a meal when we are free." Jiang Pinggui's secretary has not been in vain for many years. In front of him, Ding Changsheng's tricks are really not enough.
Chapter completed!