After a while, Jiang Wei finished talking with song Peiming. Jiang Wei retreated to the sidewalk. Song Peiming took the portable speaker from the staff and walked to the wall again.

    The power of portable speakers is limited, and the sound can''t be heard when it comes here. Chen Qi, Chen feirong''s father and daughter crowded to the front. Xu Si pulled Zhang Ke, hoping to get closer. Zhang Ke didn''t move and said, "it''s the same as standing here."

    Who knows if letting song Peiming recognize himself at this time will make him hesitant again?

    It can be seen that song Peiming is holding a horn in one hand and pointing to Liu Fen lying on the bed board. He must be talking about Liu Fen''s work-related injury. The human wall originally blocked in the middle of the road is not so firm, and the people at both ends also gather in the middle to form a group. Then he saw Zhou Fu stand up and speak. His expression was very excited, and he could hear his words like "trust the government" from a distance.

    Several people lifted Liu Fen''s bed board. Chen Qi and Chen feirong ran over to help. The paper mill employees withdrew across the street. The official car, police car and paper mill van drove by the side of the road. The traffic police who had just stood on the side of the road and couldn''t control the situation came to the middle of the road again and were busy restoring traffic order.

    Chen feirong waved this way across the street. Xu Si asked Zhang Ke, "do you want to go there?"

    Zhang Ke smiled bitterly and shook his head: "our business has just begun..." his eyes looked to the East, Xu Si followed his eyes, and Jiang Wei was walking this way against the flow of people.

    "Why don''t I go first." Xu Si was a little flustered and at a loss.

    "Sister Xu Si," Zhang Ke grabbed Xu Si''s cold hand to prevent her from disappearing into the strange crowd, squeezed her hard and stared at her panicked eyes, "at least I''m by your side. There''s no need to hide."

    "Manager Zhang and assistant Xu, do you have time in the evening? When the things here are handled, mayor song wants you to go and have a chat." Jiang Wei trotted over against the flow of people, panting slightly, and fine beads of sweat exuded from her forehead.

    "Oh, let''s stand aside and wait for him." Zhang Ke let go of Xu Si''s hand and went to the road teeth.

    It took more than half an hour for the road to be unblocked. The employees of the paper mill are still in the small square across the street. Song Peiming and Zhou Fu are still doing ideological work for the employees of the paper mill. The police who came with song Peiming are evacuating the crowd and don''t let them stand there to watch and block the traffic.

    Zhang Ke, Xu Si and Jiang Wei ran over and stood outside listening to song Peiming''s ideological work to the workers of Xinguang factory: "... the government will not turn a blind eye to the difficulties of the staff and workers. The district Party committee and the district government are actively planning and making plans for the problems of the paper mill. They should not only give you a good explanation. The district can invest so much money in the new factory, but also can not draw water. The district will squeeze out some funds to settle the living problems of the difficult staff and workers. The industrial injury of Comrade Liu Fen will be solved by the district government to the people Say hello to the hospital and arrange hospitalization now. Perform surgery first. The operation fee will be paid after Xinguang factory operates normally... "

    When song Peiming saw Jiang Wei and them coming, he bowed his head and said two words to Zhou Fu of Xinguang paper mill. He came over and was stunned when he saw Zhang Ke''s face.

    "Uncle song, it''s strange to see me?" Zhang Ke thought that he would still give song Peiming some impression at the banquet before school. He smiled and looked at Song Peiming calmly.

    "Mayor song, do you know Zhang Ke?"

    Song Peiming hesitated and kept silent. He couldn''t guess what Zhang Zhixing''s son was thinking. Of course, he was deeply impressed by Zhang Ke and could make Tang Xueqian take the initiative to stand up and toast. Few people in Haizhou city were qualified, let alone teenagers who were just in high school.

    Zhou Fu, the director of Xinguang paper mill, commanded people to grasp the four corners of the bed board and carry Liu Fen who could not stand to the van. Chen Qi stood at the door of the van and looked here. He was hesitant to come over and say hello. Chen feirong had got into the van. Her beautiful face was exposed from the window. Her expression was very complex.

    Zhang Ke looked at the uncertain expression on Song Peiming''s face and said, "is uncle song still interested in talking to me?"

    "What about the secretary general?"

    "My father doesn''t care about me," Zhang Ke said. He was really afraid that song Peiming would become angry and brush his sleeves away, but he couldn''t weaken his momentum in front of him. "Uncle song seems to think I can''t help you solve your current troubles?"

    Song Peiming hesitates to look at Zhang Ke. The rumor that Zhang Zhixing''s background is related to Xu Xueping, deputy secretary of the provincial Party committee, has been mentioned by many people. He is also hesitant to find Zhang Zhixing to win over the relationship, but his son jumps in front of him. In this way, the rumor that Zhang Zhixing has a good relationship with Xu Xueping, deputy secretary of the provincial Party committee is true. It just can''t wipe off his face and talk to a new student When dealing with teenagers in high school, and how much influence can he have on Xu Xueping as a 16-year-old child? Song Peiming is very doubtful about this. He glances at Xu Si, who is standing on one side, and Xu Si, who is a professional woman, wearing black tortoise shell framed glasses. She is naturally beautiful. At this time, she more reflects a kind of intellectual beauty. Song Peiming can''t help but look more.

    Jiang Wei didn''t know what had happened. She didn''t hear song Peiming clearly. She saw that the expression on his face looked very abnormal. Seeing him looking at Xu Si, she hurriedly introduced: "Miss Xu is Ms. Xie''s special assistant, participates in the management of Haitai company, and is also one of the main shareholders of Haitai company..."

    "Oh," Regarding the background of Haitai company, song Peiming believed that Jiang Wei would not talk nonsense. Her words only confirmed from the side that Zhang Zhixing had a close relationship with Xu Xueping, deputy secretary of the provincial Party committee. It''s strange that Zhang Zhixing should have prospered long ago. His rise in the officialdom seemed to be completely related to Tang Xueqian. Song Peiming couldn''t understand it and smiled at Xu Si, "It''s normal for laid-off workers to ask the government to solve their living difficulties, but the method is a little inappropriate, which makes Miss Xu see a joke."

    Xu Si smiled reluctantly. She made song Peiming feel guilty and didn''t know what to say to him.

    After thousands of exhortations, watching the workers on the 30th and 40th tear off the words on their chest and back and leave one after another, Zhou Fucai, the director of Xinguang paper mill, breathed a sigh of relief. His Zhongshan clothes were soaked with sweat and trotted over: "district director Song, what you said today..."

    "Well, I''ll ask director Liu to personally accompany you to the people''s hospital tomorrow. First go through the hospitalization procedures. I''ll urge the people''s hospital to come up with an operation plan for treatment as soon as possible..." Song Peiming said, "if the paper mill makes such a thing again, I''ll take care of you before I come down."

    "Then you hurry to smooth me out," Zhou Fu said with a wry smile. "My 80 year old mother has been hanging for three days. I haven''t had time to see her. If I can''t see it at all, the crime of unfilial will be great."

    "If you can say this, you''re not a filial son," Song Peiming made Zhou Fuqi laugh. "Find someone to write. At least you can evaluate an advanced individual. All right, don''t be a liar. The matter of the paper mill can''t be delayed all the time. Go back and find a way."

    "Director Zhou won''t stay?" Zhang Ke asked.

    "Oh?" Song Peiming looked at Zhang Ke, hesitated for a while and said to Zhou Fu, "go and tell the car to take the Liu Fen family back first. You stay and have something else to do."

    Just now Jiang Wei pulled song Peiming aside to speak. Zhou Fu didn''t know what happened. He didn''t know very well about the strife between officials in Chengnan district. He only cared about whether the problem of the paper mill could be solved soon. He turned his head and looked at Zhang Ke, Xu Si and Jiang Wei, nodded and said, "I''ll talk to Director Liu."

    Zhou Fu Chao ran to the van, got down from the black official car, ran over quietly, handed song Peiming his mobile phone, and whispered, "Secretary General Zhang, ask you about the situation..."

    Song Peiming answered the phone, but his eyes looked at Zhang Ke.

    Zhang Ke smiled helplessly, knowing that his father asked about the situation here for Tang Xueqian, stretched out his hand to his ear and made a gesture to make a phone call. Song Peiming briefly reported the situation on the phone and handed his cell phone to Zhang Ke.

    "Why are you there?"

    In 1994, the signal quality of the analog communication network was very poor, resulting in sound distortion. Zhang Ke recognized his father''s voice, scratched his head, and said to the phone, "I happened to be playing at the front door. I met uncle song here to dredge the staff blocking the road of the paper mill. I thought you and uncle Tang would come forward, causing me to wait so long in vain?"

    "It''s not appropriate for the city to come forward..."

    This summer, too many things happened, enough to reshape the image in my father''s mind, so I will explain it seriously. Zhang Ke knows why his father said that. They are afraid to be involved, but they can''t solve the problem, which will have a negative impact. Zhang Ke held his forehead in his hand, observed the expression on Song Peiming''s face from his fingers, and said to the phone: "I mentioned the paper mill with sister Wanqing and Uncle Xu. They didn''t care about it. The city and Chengnan district took it seriously. Would it be counterproductive?"

    Both his father and Tang Xueqian have a good evaluation of song Peiming. If they had not taken into account the impact of the 718 major traffic accident, they would not isolate song Peiming. From the various signs revealed at present, Tang Xueqian encountered a lot of resistance in the city. As far as Tang Xueqian himself is concerned, he doesn''t want someone in the city to engage in political strife with the 718 major traffic accident. After all, Tang Xueqian was the executive vice mayor in charge of transportation before.

    Both song Peiming and Tang Xueqian hope that the 718 major traffic accident can be brought to a complete end, otherwise it will always be a thorn in their hearts.

    Of course, the city can only keep guessing Xu Xueping''s thoughts and his opinions on the handling of the 718 major traffic accident, but no one dares to run over and ask him for his opinions. This psychological game gives people with ulterior motives the opportunity to engage in political strife.

    Such a bureau is very unfavorable to Zhou fuming and Tang Xueqian, who have just presided over the work of the whole city.

    Zhang Zhixing obviously didn''t know at the other end of the phone that Zhang Ke said this to song Peiming. He was silent on the phone for a while before he said, "are you sure?"

    Zhang Ke knew that his father asked this solemnly because Xu Xueping''s attitude had the greatest impact on the city''s decision-making on the handling of 718 major traffic accidents. After all, no responsibility can be put on Dingxiang mountain, which is being isolated and reviewed.

    Xu Xueping hides deeply in front of outsiders, does not show his happiness and anger, and makes others unable to figure out his mind. This is the characteristic of almost all high-ranking officials. Zhang Ke rescued Zhitong from under the wheel. At the age of 16, he performed very well in all aspects. Of course, Xu Xueping would not hide his emotions in front of him.

    In Zhang Ke''s opinion, Xu Xueping took off his coat as the Secretary of the provincial political and Legal Commission, but he was an old man immersed in the grief of losing his son in his old age. When playing chess, he would keep nagging about the memories left by his son, both good and bad. He didn''t mean to investigate the responsibility indefinitely, either emotionally or intellectually. He just felt guilty about Xie Wanqing who was in the pain of losing her husband, I''m afraid she can''t bear it.

    Xie Wanqing is a kind of tolerant woman. She knows that most of the traffic police in Xicheng District were drawn to the bell tower square to maintain order on the day of the car accident. She didn''t think about the responsibility of the employees of Xinguang paper mill for the car accident, let alone the responsibility of Chengnan District government.

    Zhang Ke said to the phone, "I may have a way to have the best of both worlds. I don''t need you to guess, but it''s not certain whether it can be done..."

    "Don''t make trouble for your father!" Zhang Zhixing warned at the other end of the phone.

    "I have something to do with Uncle song. Does uncle Tang want uncle song to report back to the municipal government?"

    The so-called method of having the best of both worlds is probably related to song Peiming. Zhang Zhixing doesn''t know what Zhang Ke sells. Let him try the depth of water. Even if he does something too much, he won''t make Xu Xueping angry? Zhang Zhixing said on the phone, "I''ll just tell Mayor Tang about your situation. If you have something to call, ask song Peiming to answer the phone."

    Zhang Ke handed his cell phone to song Peiming. Without saying a few words, the phone was cut off.

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