Rebirth of the Rising Sun

Yes, it is clean, although his clothes are not all branded like Feng Sizhe's. Of course, in Dahu County, at this time, there are not many people who can recognize famous brands, because any influential and reputable company would probably not choose to open a branch here. Just imagine that even food and clothing require state funding, so how can they consume such luxury goods? However, although He Wenbao's clothes are not branded, he does give people a very neat feeling.

People have different attitudes towards life and ways of making friends. Feng Sizhe has a small habit, that is, he likes people who are dressed cleanly. Remember, it does not mean that the other person must wear branded clothes, but if the other person is dressed cleanly, he will have a special good impression. Maybe it is because he graduated from the UK, or because he was a social commentator in his previous life and always appeared in the camera, so he pays attention to his own image. Although he is not good at cleaning the house, and often goes out in a clean manner, in fact, the house is indeed messy, but no matter what, Feng Sizhe always tidies up his clothes when he goes out. They all appreciate each other, and an indescribable good impression was imprinted in their hearts when they met.

"Director He, I heard that you are Wang Hong's lover. Haha, you are so lucky to have such an excellent wife." Seeing that He Wenbao was a little nervous, Feng Sizhe laughed and thought that it would be good to say a few casual words to get closer to each other. However, Feng Sizhe did not expect that he was just saying it casually, but He Wenbao's answer was indeed a bit thrilling.

"Yes, I am happy to have such a lover, but I am sad to live in such an environment as Dahu County. Sometimes I think that life is really contradictory."

He Wenbao's sudden words startled Feng Sizhe. He had never expected that this seemingly gentle He Wenbao would speak in such an aggressive tone. He mentioned the political environment of Dahu right away. Was he dissatisfied with something? Or did he send someone to test him? He wanted to see what he really thought of this place.

Thinking about it, thinking about Wang Hong's caution, and looking at He Wenbao's serious face, he felt that it was unlikely that he was being tested. If he was really sent by Secretary Sun, there was no need to trap him like this. With Secretary Sun's current strength, he didn't have to worry about a young man who had just been in the lake for a day. There was only one result, that is, He Wenbao was not sent by anyone, but was indeed out of his own heart, that is, he wanted to make friends with him, or to curry favor with him.

"Haha, Dahu County has beautiful scenery and simple folk customs. I just fell in love with it. To be honest, I don't feel that there is anything wrong with it. Since Director He said so, I believe you must have a different opinion. Then I would like to ask what you think of Dahu?" Feng Sizhe did not express his own opinion. To be precise, he would not express his opinion to a subordinate. Since they came to the door, it should be that they have thought of everything. I just need to go with the flow. As for what will happen next, everything will be fine.

Feng Sizhe did not express his opinion, which was completely a leadership style, and He Wenbao understood it. It was just that as a leader, he could not express his opinion on the matter, but he was a subordinate and took the initiative to report to the leader, so he could not hide it anymore, otherwise today's private meeting would be completely meaningless. Now that He Wenbao had come, he did not have many choices. Looking at the faint smile in Feng Sizhe's eyes, he gritted his teeth and thought about it, and then he said boldly, "County Magistrate Feng, I will not hide it from you. The Dahu County Party Committee has too many problems. One of the most important and intolerable ones is that the officials protect each other and swallow up the poverty alleviation funds allocated by the state to the people."

"What?" Feng Sizhe was picking up a piece of spicy tofu with chopsticks. When he heard this, his hand trembled and the round tofu on the chopsticks fell back into the plate.