Rebirth of the Rising Sun

"Thank you." This thank you came from the bottom of Fu Yuqiang's heart. As the closest person to Feng Sizhe, he didn't know how Feng Sizhe would make fun of him. If that was the case, he was afraid that he couldn't do anything to him with his current abilities.

Arriving at the door, he knocked twice, and then Fu Yuqiang pushed the door open. What surprised him was that Feng Sizhe was not sitting in the office chair waiting for him in a businesslike manner, but sitting in the reception area, and had already made tea, waiting for him. As soon as he saw him, Feng Sizhe smiled and waved, "Come, Mayor Fu, come and sit down."

Feng Sizhe's reception made Fu Yuqiang a little confused. What was he trying to do? Feng Sizhe had never been so polite to him before. Now that everyone was blaming him, he did this. What on earth did he want to do? Even though Fu Yuqiang had been in the officialdom for a long time, his brain was a little short-circuited at this moment. He was a little confused about what was going on.

At Feng Sizhe's call, Fu Yuqiang came to the sofa in the reception area and sat down.

Seeing Fu Yuqiang who was obviously nervous, even a little uneasy, Feng Sizhe laughed, "Mayor Fu, I'm sorry for putting you through so much trouble these days. Come, have a cup of tea to calm your nerves. I made this tea myself. I tasted it myself and it tastes pretty good."

"Okay, okay. Since it is the tea brewed by Secretary Feng himself, the taste must be good." Fu Yuqiang smiled awkwardly. He really couldn't understand why Feng Sizhe would say that. What did he mean by being wronged? Did he know that he didn't do these things? If he didn't do it himself, who did it? Could it be that Feng Sizhe himself sent someone to do it? This was simply impossible. Isn't it crazy to expose his own shortcomings?

Seeing Fu Yuqiang drinking the tea in the cup absentmindedly, Feng Sizhe chuckled, then reached out and patted him on the shoulder, "Mayor Fu, Young Master Qin called me just now and told me about you. He said that you have been very worried about the newspaper issue recently and have no mood to work. I don't think this is a good idea. As a revolutionary cadre, a mayor trusted by the organization and supported by the people, you still have to shoulder the heavy responsibility and do your job well, right? I thought about it, there are indeed a lot of tasks in the municipal government that need to be coordinated and arranged by you as the mayor, so I still want to discuss the division of labor of several tasks with you."

Hearing that Feng Sizhe was going to dictate to the city government again, Fu Yuqiang sighed inwardly, "This is what Feng Sizhe wants. Forget it, forget it. Who made me fall into a passive position this time? I already had problems controlling the city government, so what if I give him some power now?"

"Okay, Secretary Feng, I'll listen to you in everything." Fu Yuqiang was ready to throw in the towel, as he had never been happy with his job as mayor.

About forty minutes later, Fu Yuqiang walked out of the municipal party secretary's office in a daze, so much so that he didn't even notice Liu Fei greeting him outside the door. Why was that? The answer was that Feng Sizhe had indeed approached him to arrange personnel matters for the municipal government, but it was not just to reduce Fu Yuqiang's power. On the contrary, he gave him a lot of conveniences and even power in many aspects. This was completely different from what Fu Yuqiang had thought before.

If things really went as Feng Sizhe said, then this time Fu Yuqiang's power was not reduced, but the power in his hands was magnified. In this way, as the mayor, he would have power in his hands, which would make it much easier for him to do some things, and at least he could establish his own authority.

Fu Yuqiang was very excited, but he couldn't figure it out, so he called Qin Tian as soon as he returned to his office. "Mayor Qin, you are really amazing. How did you do it? How did Feng Sizhe give me such a big concession?"

On the other end of the phone, Qin Tian had been waiting for news from Fu Yuqiang. This person was arranged to be with Feng Sizhe, ready to receive the fruits of Feng Sizhe's victory. According to his past experience, Feng Sizhe would not stay in one place for too long. He would have to change his position in three or four years at most. In fact, this was also the usual promotion method for the children of aristocratic families with backgrounds. They would train in multiple positions so that they could quickly upgrade in the constant transformation. For this reason, he decided to let Fu Yuqiang be Feng Sizhe's deputy. On the one hand, he wanted to steal the fruits of his victory after Feng Sizhe left, and on the other hand, he was also keeping an eye on Feng Sizhe. Who made this person so young and so capable? He had to be on guard. Thirdly, he also wanted Fu Yuqiang to learn from Feng Sizhe and see if there were any good management methods.

When Fu Yuqiang was the secretary of the Qintian Municipal Party Committee, he felt that this person was quite capable. In the old city, he was a man of great influence. But who would have thought that after he was assigned to Zhuangcheng City, this person's ability could not be fully exerted. He was always suppressed and suppressed. Now it has even reached the point where he can't work if he doesn't speak for him. This is really something Qintian didn't expect before. Now when he heard him call to ask if he had said something to Feng Sizhe and said that he was very powerful, he was also a little confused.

"Mayor Fu, please tell me what happened." Unable to figure out what happened, Qin Tian asked Fu Yuqiang to tell him everything.

After Fu Yuqiang finished telling the story of his meeting with Feng Sizhe, he was still praising him, "Mayor Qin is amazing. This Feng Sizhe doesn't give face to just anyone. You can have such great power with just one phone call. It's really amazing. I admire you very much."

Qin Tian hung up the phone in a daze, and it took him a long time to recover. If it was really as Fu Yuqiang said, that Feng Sizhe was giving him face, then Qin Tian didn't believe it at all. This was not the first time he had dealt with Feng Sizhe. Just a while ago, they had just competed with each other. Zhang Yuguo, whom he arranged, did not take over the position of deputy secretary of the municipal party committee as he wished, but became the secretary of the Municipal Political and Legal Affairs Commission. This in itself showed that he was much less capable than Feng Sizhe. He had such a powerful father, but he couldn't suppress Feng Sizhe. If he didn't have this relationship, he really didn't know what the result would be.

Feng Sizhe had just taught him a lesson, warning him not to tamper with someone else's small piece of land, but in the blink of an eye, he gave him such a big face. Not only did he not take this opportunity to punish Fu Yuqiang, but he also gave him great power. This matter really made him confused. He had no choice but to think of his wife Guo Yong, and he called her immediately, trying to see if his wife could give him any advice.

As the daughter of Guo Renzheng, Guo Yong grew up in a political family and was influenced by this kind of education. She was a girl. If she was a boy, she would definitely enter the system and rewrite some legends. Now that she received a call from Qin Tian, ​​Guo Yong was relatively calm. "Qin Tian, ​​it seems that Feng Sizhe should have checked the newspaper matter. He knows that this matter was not done by Fu Yuqiang, so he said that he was wronged and gave him certain powers as compensation."

"Well, what you said makes sense. But I also sent people to investigate the newspaper, but I didn't find any clues. How could Feng Sizhe do it?" Qin Tian had thought about this reason, but he thought it was unlikely. With his network of connections, there was no result in a short period of time. Why would Feng Sizhe use it? Could he use his grandfather or his military connections? This was obviously impossible. If the army intervened in this matter, it would definitely affect the nerves of all parties. Even if there was a result in the end, the Zhao family would be under tremendous pressure. It can be said that the gain would not make up for the loss.

"Hey, I've said it many times, you must not treat Feng Sizhe with a normal heart. This person has abilities and wisdom that are far beyond our imagination. Maybe he figured out this matter through other channels. I think it's not difficult to know the answer. I'll ask Director Wang to find out. Given his relationship with Feng Sizhe, he should be able to find out as long as the matter has a result." Guo Yong did not dare to underestimate Feng Sizhe. This man could break many records of official promotion. How could he be an ordinary person?

"Okay, then I'll wait for your news." Qin Tian thought about it and thought this was the only way. Now that things have come to this, he might as well wait and see what others will say after Wang Zerong finds Feng Sizhe.

In fact, after Feng Sizhe finished talking with Fu Yuqiang, he had been waiting for Wang Zerong's call. He knew that if Fu Yuqiang couldn't understand what he did, he would ask Qin Tian. If Qin Tian didn't understand, he would ask Guo Yong. If Guo Yong didn't understand, he would ask Wang Zerong. In the end, the right to answer the question still lay with him.

While sipping the fragrant tea slowly, Feng Sizhe was looking at the information faxed by Cui Henghua, which provided a detailed interpretation of the behind-the-scenes relationships of the Social Scenery Newspaper.

On the surface, this social newspaper is like many small newspapers in Kyoto, and there is not much connection. It is just something that two or three rich people get together to do. It has nothing to do with any big family. But in fact, after Cui Henghua carefully investigated, he found something wrong. He learned that before the newspaper reported on Zhuangcheng City, one of the shareholders had met with someone and had dinner at the Kyoto Hotel. What kind of place is the Kyoto Hotel? In terms of status, it is second only to the Jingxi Hotel. People who can eat there are extremely rich. Can a small shareholder of a small newspaper afford to eat there?

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Note: The Year of the Snake is about to pass and the Year of the Horse is about to come. For more than a year, Langzi has persisted in writing three chapters and 9,000 words a day without interruption.

The new year is approaching, and I am getting older. I am so exhausted from working and writing books. I went to the hospital two days ago, and the doctor warned me to pay attention to sleep. I write books until two o'clock every day, and I still have to go to work during the day. It is not enough to just take a nap at noon.

Langzi is also a man in his thirties, approaching forty, and is at the age of having old parents and young children (this word has been cliched, but it is the truth, haha, smile bitterly.) He should take care of his health. In addition, there are too many things to do during the Chinese New Year when visiting relatives and friends. For this reason, starting from January 1st, the daily update will be changed from the original three chapters of 9,000 words to two chapters of 6,000 words, and the update time will be one after 10 am and one after 10 pm respectively. I hope everyone will not scold Langzi, and understand each other. Long live understanding.

But please rest assured, things at work are back on track, and Langzi's sleep has recovered. I may be able to update three chapters and 9,000 words a day again. And during the period of updating 6,000 words a day, Langzi also promises that I will not stop updating for a single day, even on New Year's Eve. This is Langzi's principle in writing books, so please rest assured.

I wish you all a happy Year of the Horse, and I sincerely appreciate your support for Langzi. The book "Genius" will continue to be exciting. As long as it is not banned, Langzi will write the protagonist to be as awesome as the sky. Langzi will try his best, haha. It will definitely make everyone enjoy it. If someone asks how much Langzi has written about this book, my answer is that it may be two-thirds, or only half. To put it bluntly, everything depends on subscriptions and red envelopes. If your passion is gone, Langzi's passion may also slowly fade away.

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