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Fang Sheng was energetic: "What weakness?"

"His weakness is that he has no weaknesses." Ainia said leisurely.

"This...this...are you fooling me?" Fang Sheng said helplessly, "Now I admit what you said before - he is the most difficult leader I have ever dealt with."

"You are wrong. The officialdom is not the world in martial arts novels. A hero without weakness is terrible, but officials are completely different," Anya said in a lesson. "On the surface, Fei Yue is indeed an impeccable good cadre. He does not smoke, drink, is not greedy for money, is not lustful, and his private life is as perfect as a saint. His work is stable, he has strong affinity, cares for the masses, and cares for cadres. During his tenure as secretary of Jiangye County, he has a stable social stability, a clean party style, and has all ranked among the top in all counties and districts in all assessments."

"Yu Tieya is eager for success and profit, Qiu Haibo is greedy for money, and Tong Biao lacks responsibility. It is precisely because of their weaknesses that they can prescribe the right medicine one by one, but I can pay for it... At present, I only think about how to successfully pass the proposals of the official government and do something practical." Fang Sheng confessed.

"Your idea is his weakness, that is - inaction! Inaction cannot be considered a weakness, because he does nothing and cannot find faults. Moreover, he is the county party secretary and has the right to point fingers at you from the highest point of morality and find faults."

"Oh, that's the case. What do you think should be done next?"

Ainia paused for a moment and said, "We must let Jiangye County cadres and the masses know who doesn't think and who is doing practical things. Therefore, we must show our courage and carry out several major projects that benefit everyone. Only by comparing it will hurt, right?"

"In theory, it can be actually operated..."

She smiled and said, "I can only give advice. I have no experience in doing anything, I can only rely on you."

That night, Fang Sheng took out two articles from Jiang Lu and read them carefully, and fell asleep at 2 a.m.

On Friday morning, he called Organization Minister Wu Zhengrong and asked specifically to solve the problem of Jiang Lu's transfer and treatment. Wu Zhengrong gave him a warm advice, saying that the National Development and Reform Commission had a shortage of deputy directors recently and that a section chief could be promoted from the official palace to free up the cadre establishment and allow Jiang Lu to temporarily be appointed as the deputy section chief of the comprehensive department. Fang Sheng said that the specific operation would be decided by Minister Wu, and in short, I would like to express my gratitude to Secretary Jiang first.

In the morning, he called You Dongming to discuss the plan for the rebuilt of the Fumin Bridge, and proposed to be included in the top ten projects of the new team.

You Dongming thought for a long time and said, "No one in Jiangye County knows the urgency of rebuilding the Fumin Bridge better than me. However, County Mayor Fang, I would like to persuade you without selfishness and stance. At present, it is not advisable to start immediately. The top ten projects I understand should be projects that can be carried out smoothly by the official government and the people will soon see the results, rather than troublesome projects, and before the construction starts, they will be involved in various conflicts and right and wrong projects. Wait... this time next year, maybe the time is more appropriate."

"I understand what County Magistrate You mean, but if you spend millions of dollars this year and blow it up next year, will the people scold you? If there is no repair for the time being, will the bridge last another year? If something really happens during this period, the first person to be held accountable is County Magistrate You. Of course, I am the second one, and neither of us can escape."

"The Standing Committee may not be able to pass the test."

"That's my problem, don't worry, the key now is whether you are determined to eliminate a hidden danger for Jiangye before retiring from the second line?"

This sentence shocked You Dongming deeply. After thinking hard for a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'll do it!"

When doing ideological work to connect You Dongming, Fang Sheng immediately looked for Wu Yucai. Unexpectedly, Wu Yucai did not oppose the rebuilding plan. He believed that as long as the load problem of floating bridges was solved and the trucks transporting vegetables and fruits to Wuxiang were not blocked every day, it was Jiangye's economic lifeline.

"In other words, as long as County Mayor Dongming came up with a feasible plan, will you vote in favor at the Standing Committee?" Fang Sheng stared at him.

Wu Yucai shrugged and said, "County Mayor Fang, the Jiangye Standing Committee rarely votes. As long as you can convince the boss, you can usually pass the issue."

The implication is that if Fei Yue does not agree, it is equivalent to a veto, and there is no practice of a minority obeying the majority in the Jiangye Standing Committee.

"But if submitted to the Standing Committee, it will represent the opinions of the leadership team of the main government. I don't want internal differences to occur at that time." Fang Sheng simply made the words clear.

"No," Wu Yucai also made a clear attitude, "I know that the Huanghai Standing Committee often votes publicly, and the contradictions are intensifying to the point where it is difficult to end. Jiangye is different, and everyone is basically not about things and people. If you don't believe it, you can read the previous records of the Standing Committee. The fundamental reason for the rejection of the issue on the main office is not Secretary Fei, but insufficient persuasion."

In the afternoon, Fang Sheng came to Ningshu Road and talked about the demolition of nunnery and halal hotels. Ningshu Road frowned and said that the halal hotel was fine. Anyway, the hotel must not have much business during the bridge construction. If the price is appropriate and there is a little compensation for the closure of business, it should not cause controversy. The nunnery is more troublesome. It has a name called Sanjing Temple. As the name is Siyi Temple, there are three ancient wells in the temple. It is said that they were left during the Qianlong period. More than ten years ago, experts from the Provincial Cultural Relics Bureau came to conduct an appraisal and once planned to be included in the cultural relics protection unit. Later, the village failed to apply because the hardware conditions were not met. The overall relocation of the temple is technically feasible, but the well cannot be moved, so it must be shoveled and covered with thick asphalt.

If the well is gone, can it still be called Mitsui An? This is why the nuns refused to move and threatened to live and die with the three ancient wells.

"Oh, there is also this reason..." Fang Sheng also found it difficult to hear it.

Ning Shulu Road: "Four years ago, Secretary Fei did a lot of work secretly, including asking seniors from the Municipal Religious Bureau and Buddhist Association to come forward to comfort him. Unfortunately, several nuns were determined to keep the Mitsui Temple sign, saying that things that had been passed down for hundreds of years could not be destroyed in their own hands. Secretary Fei had no choice but to give up the reconstruction plan."

Speaking of this, he thought that Secretary Fei was helpless in Jiangye's connections and foundation. You should give up, right?

Unexpectedly, Fang Sheng thought to himself that if Fei Yue gave up, wouldn’t it better to reflect my ability?

Through dealing with several leaders all day, Fang Sheng found that the factional color of Jiangye cadres was not very obvious, that is, it was not as clear as Huanghai, especially the local faction led by Chen Maojun. Any right or wrong thing on the other side's camp is also wrong, and the fault of his own camp is also right. Every time he holds a meeting, he always opposes it for the sake of opposition. In contrast, Jiangye should be more rational, at least on the surface, he can do things and not the people on the surface. Of course, it is not ruled out that Fang Sheng is the head of a county after all, and has Huanghai's brilliant military achievements. The Standing Committee showed an aggressive momentum for the first time, and everyone was somewhat afraid of him.

In the evening, Fang Sheng drove back to Wuxiang alone. When passing through the Fumin Bridge, he turned a corner and came to Sanjing Temple. The temple was deserted and quiet. Several nuns went out to give alms, leaving only a deaf and old nun to guard the door. In the mossy yard, there were three ancient wells lined up against the north wall, squatting beside the well, with a wave of light in the well, and the cool air was vaguely blowing on the face.

The well platform is made of bluestone, while the well wall is a thin and long glutinous rice brick unique to the Qing Dynasty. In addition, it is moist all year round, and it is smooth and warm in the hands when you touch it, like ancient jade that has been used for a long time.

The vicissitudes of history left over from time to time, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a cultural relic.

"Hey, what are you doing?" A crisp sound suddenly sounded behind him.

Fang Sheng was shocked and almost fell into the well. He quickly supported the well platform with both hands, but he turned around. However, there was a little nun wearing a long blue robe with beautiful eyebrows and pale faces, and his beautiful eyes were wide open and he looked at him without blinking.

He clasped his palms and said, "Amita Buddha, Master is so scared. Can you speak softer next time?"

The little nun blushed, and her palms squatted and bowed: "Sorry, I see you leaning down at the well, thinking you want to find a short-sighted person..."

"Life is death, death is life, life is life, what's the point of dying life? Master said this."

The little nun laughed out loud, then returned to calm, and said, "What's wrong with you when you go to this temple? Only female guests are welcome here, so don't enter men."

"Amitabha Buddha, Buddha said that all beings are equal, and the master is attached to appearance again." Fang Sheng said with a smile.

"I... My Dharma name is Huiyue, can you not call Master Tai?"

"Huiyue," Fang Sheng glanced at her and said, "Are you just becoming a monk? Why don't you look very authentic?"

"Answer my question first!"

"Okay, I admire the three ancient wells."

"After enjoying it? Now you can go out."

Fang Sheng didn't feel funny: "Wouldn't you be happy to hear that friends are coming from afar?"

Huiyue said seriously: "This is a nunnery. If the donor wants to become a monk, he will walk two kilometers to the right after going out. There is a monk temple under the hill over there. However, the threshold is a bit high now, and only students above undergraduate degree are accepted."

"Are you an undergraduate?"

"I am from Bihai Buddhist College and arranged to go to Mitsui Temple to recuperate."

Fang Sheng suddenly realized that no wonder she looked so immature. She was still a college student. So she asked with interest: "Does the distribution be provided after graduation in Buddhist college? Are you independent choices? Are there any indicators for postgraduate entrance examinations?"

Huiyue made a gesture to ask her to go out and then looked at him quietly.

Fang Sheng had no choice but to take out his cell phone and take a few photos of Gujing, and then quickly left.

The small separation was better than the newlyweds. When she returned to Wuxiang, she had "good" with Bai Ling three times that night. Even though she had a strong physique, she could not resist the fierce and wild attacks. She begged for mercy repeatedly. Of course, Fang Sheng was too tired and fell asleep without saying a word.

I visited four or five properties on Saturday morning. Bai Ling thought the most dangerous place was the safest, so she chose the Honor Home Community directly opposite the city’s official building. It has three bedrooms and one living room and is well decorated, with more than 120 square meters. I only need to buy home appliances and some furniture to move in.

In the afternoon, Bai Ling and Xiao Wang from the task force went to the mall to purchase furniture, while Fang Sheng took a break and drove straight to the provincial capital.

On the way, I received a call from Mu Yuqiu and said happily: "It has risen, housing prices have risen, and it has soared by nearly 1,000 yuan in two weeks. I've made a fortune!"

Fang Sheng said in a deep voice: "Prepare to sell it in batches!"
Chapter completed!