"Director Zhang Hongcheng has achieved great results. Haha, he has solved his lifelong problem and found a beautiful wife."
The audience burst into laughter.
Zhang Hongcheng could only lower his head and smile awkwardly.
—Isn't it just a nap? Wait for me, old man!
The morning meeting was mainly about achievements, so the atmosphere in the venue was very harmonious.
But when we had lunch in the cafeteria at noon, everyone was surprised to find that in addition to steamed buns, garlic and pickles, there was also wine on the table!
Although it was the most ordinary sweet potato cake, several old foxes who knew Mr. Han's character immediately noticed that something was wrong.
"Given the way our old Political Commissar Han (the original corps title) is doing things, I'm afraid this afternoon's meeting is going to be a long one~!"
"Hey, come on, let's go! Forget about it. If that thing is true, there's no way to avoid it. Let's drink."
"Yes, drink a few more sips, and then I'll just pretend to be drunk and confused..."
Zhang Hongcheng couldn't hold his liquor very well, but since he was a newly-minted groom, a bunch of old hooligans tried to get him drunk.
Firstly, he was "bullying" him because he was his younger brother, and secondly, he really respected him.
If it were a young cadre who got promoted through connections, they wouldn't even glance at him.
So when Zhang Hongcheng sat in the meeting room again, almost everyone could see that he had been drunk too much.
Her face was flushed, her eyes were blurry from drunkenness, and her smile was so innocent and silly that it was hard to describe.
The afternoon meeting was indeed a disaster.
The first topic was to change the target amount for delivering grain during the autumn harvest.
The directors and supervisors below the stage were complaining bitterly, but unfortunately the bigwigs from the departments on the stage were smiling and turning a deaf ear to them.
Zhang Hongcheng forced himself to listen attentively. Their farm had no tasks this year, so this matter had nothing to do with him.
He even deliberately laughed at some of his colleagues around him.
Then, several strong hands silently held down his head until he begged for mercy.
One difficult problem after another was presented, and the noise from the audience never stopped until Director Han raised a question himself, and the audience instantly became silent.
The burden that gave all farm directors a headache was indeed ruthlessly thrown out by Director Han.
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