"Send Zheng Pei to help alleviate poverty?" When Wang Songlin heard this, his hands trembled, and he almost dropped the cup of tea he was holding to drink water, and a few drops of tea sloshed out and fell on the desk.
He was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Jiang Weihua who was sitting opposite him, his face full of surprise and confusion.
Today's poverty alleviation discipline is quite strict, and the cadres sent down must eat and live in the village.
How can Zheng Pei, a lesbian who is still single, hang out with a bunch of rough men in the village?
Wang Songlin thought to himself, and his brows unconsciously wrinkled into the shape of the Chinese character "川".
He hesitated for two seconds, then spoke slowly, his tone was somewhat sincere and tactful, "County Magistrate Jiang, I think we should send a male comrade. Comrade Zheng Pei lives in the village, which is inconvenient and not very suitable."
When Jiang Weihua heard this, his brows twisted into knots, a trace of displeasure flashed across his face, and his tone became tough, "Old Wang, why are you so ignorant? What era is it now? Why are you still holding on to the old idea that men and women are unequal? Don't underestimate female comrades. They are no worse than male comrades at work! I think you should stop hesitating and just make this a decision."
As he spoke, a barely perceptible viciousness flashed across Jiang Weihua's lips. He secretly made up his mind that no matter what reasons Wang Songlin gave, he must let Zheng Pei go to the countryside.
Wang Songlin was not frightened by Jiang Weihua's tough attitude. He straightened his back, looked serious, and insisted on his own opinion. "Zheng Pei is in charge of logistics in the government office. Her work is complicated and important. Many things cannot be done without her. Besides, compared with section-level cadres, young section-level cadres in the office should go to the countryside for training to lay a solid foundation for future promotion and appointment. This is more conducive to their growth and development."
Jiang Weihua didn't expect Wang Songlin's attitude to be so firm. His face instantly turned gloomy, like the sky before a storm.
He used the same old trick again, and said in a tough tone that brooked no room for rebuttal, "Director Wang, are you leading me, or am I leading you? Why can't you listen to the opinions of me as the person in charge? Do you want me to report this matter to Executive Wu and let him make the decision? Humph, you are arguing with me over such a small matter. I think there is a big problem with your thinking. You should reflect on yourself!"
Faced with Jiang Weihua's blunt accusations, Wang Songlin's anger suddenly rose up, but he still forced himself to hold it back.
He cursed in his heart, "I have worked in the government for my whole life, and none of the county governors have ever said that I am not capable. Jiang Weihua, a deputy county governor, what right do you have to say that I have a problem with my thinking? I think it is you who has a problem with your thinking! Everyone knows that you, Jiang Weihua, have coveted Zheng Pei for a long time, so what are you doing now? If you can't get her, you have to use this method to make things difficult for her. Isn't this a typical villain's behavior? Despicable and shameless!"
Although Wang Songlin cursed Jiang Weihua in his heart, he still tried to remain calm on the surface, and even forced a guilty smile, saying, "County Magistrate Jiang, you are right, I should reflect on myself. However, I still suggest that you think carefully about Zheng Pei's going to the countryside to work in the village. I think it is inappropriate, and other colleagues in the government office will probably have the same opinion. Zheng Pei is already a deputy section chief, and there is no need for her to gain experience by going to the countryside. Let's give this precious opportunity to those section-level cadres."
After saying that, Wang Songlin no longer looked at Jiang Weihua's expression. He knew that Jiang Weihua's expression must be very ugly at the moment.
Jiang Weihua stood up suddenly, obviously completely infuriated by Wang Songlin's unyielding attitude.
His face flushed red, his chest rose and fell violently, and he shouted, "Old Wang! Are you determined to go against me? I now order you in the name of the deputy county chief in charge to send Zheng Pei to the remote village! If you don't do it, I will drag you to find Secretary Liu to reason with you and see if you still want to work as the director of the government office!"
Wang Songlin's face also darkened. He clenched his teeth and clenched his hands into fists unconsciously.
Although he was full of dissatisfaction, he also knew that if the matter really got out of hand, he would definitely not be in the right.
After all, Jiang Weihua is the deputy county magistrate in charge, and it would not be wise to contradict him.
He weighed the pros and cons in his mind, and finally sighed helplessly, and found a way out for himself, "Then County Magistrate Jiang, if you want to send Deputy Director Zheng Pei to the village, don't you have to have a reasonable reason? Otherwise, how can I convey your order? You can't just wave your hand and let him go so simply and roughly, right?"
Seeing that Wang Songlin's attitude had finally softened, Jiang Weihua gradually revealed a smug smile on his face. He sat down again and politely pushed the teacup in front of Wang Songlin, motioning him to drink tea.
Then, he said casually, "Old Wang, that's right! If you don't listen to me, who else can you listen to? As for this reason, I have already thought of it for you. When you talk to Zheng Pei, tell her that she is still young and she needs to go down and gain some experience to lay a solid foundation so that she can take over your position as the director of the government office in the future! If you tell her this, can she refuse?"
Hearing this, Wang Songlin sighed helplessly, drank the tea in one gulp, then stood up and said goodbye to Jiang Weihua, "Okay, I'll try to talk to her..."
Jiang Weihua then showed a satisfied smile on his face and warned, "Remember, just tell her directly that this is what I mean! She won't be allowed to refute!"
Wang Songlin nodded, did not respond, turned around, pushed the door and left.
His footsteps were heavy, and every step felt like he was stepping on cotton, soft and powerless.
He knew Jiang Weihua's little thoughts very well. Wasn't he just trying to make Zheng Pei submit by making things difficult for her?
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