Rebirth of the Rising Sun

He had indeed thought too much about this matter. He thought that some people did it on purpose, because these two people had a very good relationship with him. The transfer of the two people at the same time would inevitably make some people think that it was intentional. In fact, Yuan Sheng had originally thought of transferring Jin Dake away, because the last time he went to Dahu County, this political commissar Jin did not give him much face. But military affairs were not something he could control. Not to mention that the commander of the provincial military region, Wang Peizhi, would not listen to him, but this person was a member of the He faction, relying on some connections, and did not buy his account at all. For this reason, he had the power to do it but could not. This behavior was really a normal transfer.

Feng Sizhe sat at his desk, looking at the two transfer orders, thoughts rising and falling in his mind.

Both of them helped him a lot on his way forward. For example, Political Commissar Jin was his first supporter when he came to Dahu County. It was because of him that he met Geng Xiao, secretary of the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection, and Sun Zhongping, member of the Municipal Party Committee and deputy mayor. It can be said that without Jin Dake's help, he would not have been able to implement his ruling philosophy in Dahu so smoothly.

Similarly, Wu Guangrong also helped him a lot. When he first came to Dahu, he was alone. Before he came, some people suppressed him, and some wanted to use him. As a centrist, Wu Guangrong made the most fair choice. Until he saw that he was a person who wanted to do great things, he immediately made a decision and gave him great support. Feng Sizhe will never forget these. Even in several struggles, the county discipline inspection commission played a decisive role in shocking him, which made many seemingly irreversible things turn around, and the discipline inspection commission should be the first to be credited.

Seeing that the two men were about to be transferred, he could not keep them there without any power to change the situation, nor could he block their future. All he had to think about was how to give them a better home, and he had to do something for them through his own efforts.

Thinking of this, he called Wu Guangrong's office. When he learned that Wu Guangrong was working in the office, he got up and went to the secretary's office of the Discipline Inspection Commission on the third floor.

Wu Guangrong showed a warm welcome to Feng Sizhe. "Haha, if you need anything, Sizhe, just call me and I'll go over. Why are you here?"

"Why? Are there not many cadres who come to your Commission for Discipline Inspection uninvited?" Feng Sizhe also laughed and joked. It is true that in a place like the Commission for Discipline Inspection, ordinary cadres are unwilling to come here as guests.

"Come, since you are here, try my tea. It is definitely not as good as your Dahongpao, but it is indeed authentic local tea, which is often drunk by common people. It has a unique flavor." Wu Guangrong said as he poured Feng Sizhe a cup of strong tea that looked very dark in color.

"You don't need such a strong one." Feng Sizhe stood up and said. Although he was one level higher than Wu Guangrong in terms of rank, he actually always regarded Secretary Wu as a leader, because he had received a lot of help from him on his way forward.

"Hey, you don't understand this. Only when you drink strong tea can you concentrate and not slack off. You also know that those who work in the Discipline Inspection Commission must always keep a clear head." Wu Guangrong stretched out his hand and pushed Feng Sizhe back to his seat, then began to tell him about his experience of drinking tea.

"For most people, the difference in tea is not the type, but how to drink it. Tea ceremony is popular in society now, but I haven't seen it. But I heard that the tea water drunk for the first time should be thrown away. Oh, this is such a pity. I don't know if you have ever thought about it. Although there are some impurities in the first tea, it is the purest and the taste is the most authentic. Bitter is bitter, sweet is sweet, and it tastes original when it has not been processed. This is like our party cadres. When they just started working, they were full of lofty ambitions. At this time, they were most energetic, ambitious, and of course, righteous. But after the first round of tea, when they were brewed again, their fighting spirit would often undergo certain chemical changes due to the environment. Gradually, some people realized that people who do well are not as good as those who talk well, and people who talk well are not as good as those with good backgrounds. In this way, there are more people who flatter and fewer people who do things. Haha, for me, I like to drink the first cup of tea, and the thicker the better, the thicker the better, the more flavorful and real it is."

While drinking tea, Wu Guangrong explained his understanding of cadres, which of course was from the perspective of a discipline inspection commission worker.

Listening to the words and the tone, Feng Sizhe also heard some helplessness from Secretary Wu. What he said about some people liking tea ceremony means that some cadres like to flatter others, but do not like those who really do practical things. This is also a metaphor. Looking up at Wu Guangrong, he thought in his heart that such a good comrade, the old discipline inspection commission who was honest and dedicated to public service was about to leave Dahu County, which was definitely a loss for Dahu.

"Secretary Wu, you are 47 this year, right?"

"Ah, I'm almost 48 years old. Haha, I'm about to reach the age of knowing the destiny." Wu Guangrong nodded, but he didn't know why Feng Sizhe asked this question.

"Well, at 47, he is still a young cadre, and he still has a future. How is it, have you heard? Do you want to go to the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection or the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection? Just tell me, and I will help you."

Normally, it is taboo to talk about things like job transfers, but Feng Sizhe and Wu Guangrong do not have an ordinary relationship, so they can cut out some middle words and say it directly.

"Haha, Sizhe, are you making fun of me? How dare you say I'm young, haha." Wu Guangrong first pointed at Feng Sizhe and laughed to cover up some changes in his expression. Then, as if he had thought something through, he slowly said, "Sizhe, you know me. I joined the party at the age of nineteen and have been working in the revolution until now. I have always moved wherever I am needed. I have also heard about my job transfer, but I personally have no request. I am just a brick in the revolution, and I will move wherever I am needed."

As a person, everyone has his own ideas, even saints do, but they hope to be different from ordinary people. For example, Confucius traveled to several countries in the past, hoping to become a high-ranking official and realize his ambitions. Wu Guangrong is the same, he also has his own ambitions, and he also hopes to use his own strength to do more for the people, the country, and the party. To accomplish these things, there is a prerequisite, which is to be in a high position, otherwise everything is in vain.

Today, Feng Sizhe talked to him about this matter, and Wu Guangrong was somewhat excited. Based on his consistent trust in Feng Sizhe, he decided to speak out his thoughts. Even if he just talked about it, it would be a relief.

"Secretary Wu, I heard that you have two options: one is the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection's Supervision Office, and the other is the Deputy Secretary of the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection. Both positions in these two departments offer deputy director-level treatment. I don't know which one you prefer?" Feng Sizhe also felt that Wu Guangrong seemed to be about to say something clear, so he asked as a reminder.

"Yeah, I've heard that too. To be honest, as long as I can do some practical work, it doesn't matter where I go. I have only one requirement, which is to have the autonomy to exercise power and to be able to really play my role in the normal development of the party. As for where I go, it doesn't matter." Wu Guangrong was telling the truth. What he feared most was that you would be given a nominal position but actually have no more power. In this case, it would be difficult for you to do actual work.

Feng Sizhe had thought about this problem. The secretary of the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection is Zhu Yingcai, who is actually a good guy. Unless you have done something that has angered the public, he may not be ruthless to investigate. With Wu Guangrong's temper, he will inevitably feel powerless when he goes to the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection, because the pressure from above will hinder you in everything. If you are not allowed to investigate, it will be difficult for you, a regular official, to investigate a major case. In addition, Geng Xiao, the secretary of the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection, is upright and honest, but Secretary Geng Xiao is also young and strong, and can do many things personally. Transferring Wu Guangrong there is just icing on the cake, which does not bring out his strengths. Moreover, Secretary Geng is not very old. Wu Guangrong should have no problem working there, but his future will definitely be delayed, because the age difference between him and his direct leader is not big, which is not a good opportunity for his personal development.

After thinking again and again, Feng Sizhe didn't think which of the two departments would be better. So he had a third idea, which was to see if Wu Guangrong could be transferred to the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection. He Shasha's mother worked in the Second Discipline Inspection Office of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection. It should not be a problem to transfer someone who is also from the Commission for Discipline Inspection. Feng Sizhe believed that someone like Wu Guangrong, who had a strong party spirit and principles, would have a bright future if he went to the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection. This time he came to Wu Guangrong to ask for his personal opinion.

Wu Guangrong's words revealed that he had no interest in these two units. Perhaps he had his own considerations, or he might have the same idea as Feng Sizhe. Since neither of the two departments he wanted to go to was to his liking, it didn't matter. It was like this anyway, and it would be the same no matter which one he went to.