"This must be your son! He is indeed a handsome man!"
Chu Yuansheng stretched out his hands, bent his waist, smiled and shook hands with the visitor, "Uncle Yuan, hello, I often hear my father mention you, and today I finally meet you."
"Haha, Lao Yuan, let's take a seat first and talk!"
So everyone sat down, and Chu Yuansheng, who had been instructed in advance, helped serve the entire meal attentively, toasting, pouring tea, and passing cigarettes, in a clever and clever manner.
The other two old men did not talk about any of the serious matters that Chu Yuansheng wanted to hear. They just talked and laughed while reminiscing about the joys and hardships of the past.
At the end of the drinking session, Chu Yuansheng's father leaned back in his chair and said with a smile, "Old Yuan, do you still remember Old Song?"
The leader thought for a moment with a nostalgic look on his face, and then suddenly realized, "I remember now, the one who worked with you in Helin Township? At that time, I was the deputy head of a neighboring township. I didn't know you yet, but I had heard of your great name."
Father Chu hummed and said with emotion: "Old Song was always ahead of me at that time. If his career had not come to an abrupt end because of family affairs, I am afraid I would not be where I am now!"
The leader was silent for a moment, then smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Your idea is still extreme. The reason you have come this far is largely due to your own abilities. If you are good at forging iron, you will naturally have smooth sailing along the way."
Father Chu turned around and looked at his leader with burning eyes, "But if Old Song hadn't left, how would I have had the chance to show myself and prove my abilities? You and I have both been in this organization for most of our lives. There's no need to explain how important opportunities are, right?"
The leader pursed his lips, sighed, and picked up the cup, "Come on, have a drink."
Father Chu also smiled easily, "I toast to you."
As the glass of wine was consumed, the topic was brought to an end.
The two chatted about some other trivial matters in life and political secrets, then left with laughter.
After seeing the leader off, Chu Yuansheng and his father stood side by side on the roadside.
Father Chu said calmly: "I'm going back. Wait for the letter."
Chu Yuansheng nodded in agreement, and soon a black car drove up to the two of them. Chu Yuansheng helped to open the door. Chu's father got in the car and glanced at him, "Don't make any mistakes in your own affairs."
Chu Yuansheng nodded solemnly.
Watching the wheels carrying the people away, Chu Yuansheng walked on the street carrying his briefcase.
Flowers were in full bloom on the roadside in early spring, but Chu Yuansheng had no intention of appreciating them. He was silently reviewing the details of what happened at the dinner table this afternoon, trying to learn from his father's way of doing things.
When he walked downstairs to the hotel, he bought some fruits, brought them up and gave them to the two staff members who had been waiting in the hotel, and thanked them for their hard work with a smile.
The two were flattered and quickly reported that the corresponding approval documents had all been successfully submitted in the morning.
Chu Yuansheng nodded, patted his shoulder and said a few words of encouragement, then returned to the room in the excitement and excitement of the two of them, lay on the bed, and relaxed his overused brain a little.
At 2:30 in the afternoon, in the Administration of Traditional Chinese Medicine, the leader picked up a cup of strong tea and slowly drank half of it. Then he opened the window to dissipate the alcohol smell, lit a cigarette, picked up the landline, and dialed a number.
The phone rang only twice before someone answered it. The voice on the other end was very respectful, "Hello, Leader."
The leader said calmly, "Does Feichang City have any approval documents?"
"No, it hasn't been submitted to me yet. I'll check with the window."
"Well, okay, tell me if you have any news."
After hanging up the phone, the leader frowned and said to himself, "Did I guess wrong? This shouldn't be the case?"
Before he finished his cigarette, the phone on the table rang again.
"Hello."
"Leader, I got it! Feichang City submitted an application this morning to set up a cross-regional Chinese medicine trading platform, but the materials are still at the window and have not been transferred."
The leader smiled knowingly, that's right, I thought Lao Chu was talking in some incomprehensible riddle!
"Then approve it first, and then bring it to me."
He was about to hang up the phone when another voice came from the receiver, "Leader..."
"What's up?"
"When I went to the window to get the documents just now, I found that Dongjiang County had just submitted a set of approval materials."
The leader nodded and waited quietly for his subordinate's explanation.
"Dongjiang County has also applied to establish a cross-regional Chinese medicine trading center."
The leader hesitated for a moment and said, "Then bring them all here."
While waiting, he tapped the table lightly, thinking about this matter.
When the subordinate brought both documents, the leader looked through them and his brows twisted into a frown.
The demands of the two materials are basically the same. Although they have different focuses in preparation, they both meet the requirements.
But the problem is that Jingcheng City, where Dongjiang County is located, and Fucheng City, where Feichang City is located, are neighboring cities. If two such cross-regional trading centers are set up in such places at the same time, one of them will inevitably be a waste, and it will not meet their approval requirements.
A flash of inspiration flashed through his old and drunken mind, and he suddenly understood why Lao Chu suddenly brought up Lao Song's story at noon today.
"You want me to help him with the knife!"
The leader murmured.
He picked up the Dongjiang County document and took a look at it again.
In terms of materials alone, he is more optimistic about Dongjiang County.
However, there has never been such a simple time in this circle!
He picked up a pen and intended to write his own "judgment" on the application form.
But just as he was about to put pen to paper, he hesitated again.
After a pause of about one or two minutes, he finally sighed, picked up the pen without hesitation, signed the Feichang City document, then picked up the phone on the table, called his subordinates, and handed over the two documents. "Feichang City's has been processed, and Dongjiang County's... call it back. It will be rejected on the grounds of duplicate settings and waste of resources."
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