Rebirth of the Rising Sun

Although Ding Qiang had such thoughts, Ding Deren did not agree, because in his opinion, he knew exactly what kind of person his son was. In order to prevent his son from falling into depravity again and wasting his best time, he had been looking for a suitable position for his son. This time, when he got on the phone with Feng Sizhe, he just happened to tell him his thoughts.

Feng Sizhe knew Ding Qiang well. He thought that his work status was good when he was in the Preparatory Bureau, and his personal ability, especially his diplomatic skills, was also good. He thought that maybe the development zone would need funds in the future. So he said to Ding Deren on the other end of the phone, "Uncle Ding, I think it would be better to let Ding Qiang set up a branch of Shenzhou Tangsheng Bank in Guangxi Province, let Ding Qiang be the general manager, and also let him be the director of the Southwest District of the Preparatory Bureau. In this way, not only can his rank be raised by one level, but he will also be within the establishment of the State Council, and he will have real power and can be fully trained. I am now in Haibei City, Guangxi Province. If he has anything he doesn't understand, he can ask me at any time, which is more convenient. What do you think?"

"Director of the Southwest Region?" Ding Deren was a little confused when he heard Feng Sizhe's suggestion, and then asked, "What you said is a good thing, but will the headquarters of Shenzhou Tangsheng Bank allow it?"

"Haha, yes, I will just call Alina, the deputy general manager of the bank's headquarters later. In fact, they had this idea when I was in the company, but I thought the timing was not right at the time and the bank still needed to prepare more funds to cope with this financial crisis, so I didn't think so. But now it seems the storm has passed, and it's time to put this suggestion into practice." Feng Sizhe smiled and helped Ding Deren solve the problem.

Ding Deren slapped his head when he heard Feng Sizhe's answer. That's right. Who is Feng Sizhe? He is the son of the president of Shenzhou Tangsheng Bank. With this relationship, it would be a piece of cake to build a branch. He laughed immediately, "Haha, that's great. I also thank you on behalf of Ding Qiang. Don't worry, I will start preparing for this matter right away."

For the Deputy Secretary-General of the General Office of the State Council, who has real power, handling such a transfer is just a small matter. Moreover, even if other people have some ideas, they are transferring their own son, and Shenzhou Tangsheng Bank also has such an idea, so what else can others say? It can be said that this matter is a sure thing.

Feng Sizhe gave Ding Deren some advice. The next step was to wait for news. Since the State Council had already made preparations, as long as the application he wrote was delivered to them, there would definitely be a result. According to the time, the provincial government should have submitted the documents as well. Next, Feng Sizhe just had to wait for the news.

Time passed day by day, and on January 7, 1998, there was still no news about the approval of Haitian Economic Development Zone as the first high-tech development zone in coastal cities. This made Feng Sizhe a little anxious. He thought that the Chinese New Year would come in 20 days. If that happened, things would be really difficult to handle. He couldn't ask anyone to work for him during the Chinese New Year holiday. Out of anxiety, he had to call Ding Deren's office.

After going through several formalities, the call was finally connected, and the person who answered the phone was Deputy Secretary-General Ding Deren, whom Feng Sizhe was looking for.

"Hello, who are you?" Ding Deren's voice came through the microphone.

"Uncle Ding, I'm Sizhe."

"Oh, Sizhe, haha, why did you think of calling me?" Just after asking this question, Ding Deren seemed to remember something and patted his head and said, "Oh, I was busy with Ding Qiang's job transfer and forgot about your matter. Oh, it's strange, I told you that as long as you hand over your document, I will handle it for you immediately, but why is no one coming to report now?"

It sounded like he was talking to Feng Sizhe, but it also sounded like he was talking to himself. "Sizhe, wait a minute, I'll make a phone call and ask." After he finished speaking, Ding Deren could be heard asking about something on another phone.

"What...Guangxi Province did not submit such information, are you sure about this? ...Okay, okay, I understand."

"Sizhe, it seems that the problem has occurred in your Guangxi Provincial Government. Until now, our State Council has not received the information you wrote." The sound of the phone became clear again, and Ding Deren's voice rang again.

Everything was in Feng Sizhe's imagination. Seeing that there had been no news for such a long time, Feng Sizhe was also wondering if the problem was with the province. Otherwise, it shouldn't be like this. Since Ding Deren promised him, he would definitely do it. "Oh." Since the problem was with the higher-level government, Feng Sizhe, as a deputy mayor, didn't know what to say.

Hearing that Feng Sizhe didn't seem to be very enthusiastic, Ding Deren chuckled, "Okay, now that we know where the problem is, the next thing will be easy. Let me make a phone call to your Guangxi Province and ask. Your governor Qi Qinghua came to the State Council to do business a while ago, and we even had dinner together." Thinking that it was time for him to help Feng Sizhe, Ding Deren chuckled.

"Thank you, Uncle Ding." Feng Sizhe knew that no matter who he knew or how close his relationship with them was, it would be difficult for him to speak to the Guangxi Provincial Government in an interrogative tone regardless of his rank. It was really appropriate for Ding Deren to speak about this matter.

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In the office of the governor of Guangxi Provincial Government, the phone on the desk of Governor Qi Qinghua, who was busy looking at a document and giving instructions, suddenly rang.

He looked up and saw that it was the outside line that was ringing. He reached out to pick it up and said with the airs of a provincial leader, "Hello, I'm Qi Qinghua."

"Oh, Governor Qi is quite arrogant?" A middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the line with a smile.

Qi Qinghua was stunned when he heard the voice. He felt that the person who could speak to him in such a tone should be of a high rank. Who was this person? Not wanting to be rude, Qi Qinghua asked with a smile, "Excuse me, who are you? I'm sorry, I can't recognize your voice."

"Haha, Governor Qi, you are a forgetful person. Have you forgotten? We had dinner together a while ago." The person on the other end of the phone still did not reveal his identity, but continued to speak in a joking tone.

Is it wrong to eat together? Qi Qinghua thought about this question and felt that it was as if he had not said it. As the head of a province, he had a lot of dinner parties every day. He pushed them back and forth, but there were still some dinner parties that he had to attend. And there were so many people eating with him every day, how could he remember them all? But then again, since they could eat with him, they must have some status.

"Haha, I'm really sorry, I still can't remember." Qi Qinghua used laughter to cover up his embarrassment.

"Okay, let me give you a hint. Not long ago, at the Jingxi Hotel in Kyoto, in the VIP room, there were several heads of departments of the State Council..."

"Oh, I remember now, you are... Secretary-General Ding, right?" Although he had remembered it, he was still not sure, so he spoke in a questioning tone.

"Haha, Governor Qi, you finally remembered me. I'm not Ding Deren." Ding Deren finally called and admitted his identity. And don't think that he went through so much trouble just to talk about his identity. In fact, he did have his own purpose, which was to tell Qi Qinghua in this way that they were very close, so close that they could even joke with each other.

Who is Qi Qinghua? He is the head of a province. His brain and reaction are quite fast. Hearing that Ding Deren did not come up to sign up, but did this instead, he knew that he must have something private to tell him, otherwise he would not do this. Thinking that it was a private matter, and thinking that the other party's identity was exactly the person he wanted to make friends with, although the other party was only a vice-ministerial level now, and could not compare to himself, a ministerial level cadre, but he was working beside the leader, especially Comrade Bao Jingguo would soon be promoted to the second leader at the Ninth National Congress in March. Needless to say, Ding Deren's status would also rise like water. At this time, it would definitely be of great benefit to maintain a good relationship with this person. He laughed and said, "Oh, Secretary Ding, you called me suddenly, and you called from an outside line. I wonder what's the matter? Are you going to come to Guangxi Province? Don't worry, if you come, I will definitely set up a big banquet to entertain you. Do you think you are satisfied?"

"Haha, Governor Qi, you are too polite. The chief is so busy, how can he leave his people around? So unless the chief goes to your place, it will be difficult for me to go." Ding Deren laughed and rejected Qi Qinghua's kindness. "But Governor Qi, I can't go, but my son can. He will go to work in your Guangxi Province. His position is the director of the Southwest Region of the Preparatory Bureau of Foreign-funded Banks of the State Council, and he is also the general manager of Shenzhou Tangsheng Bank in Guangxi Province. Haha, if my son comes to your place, you have to help me take good care of him. If he does something wrong, you have to remind him more. If he does something wrong, you just have to teach him a lesson. In short, you have to supervise him as an elder."

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Thanks to Chen Qikun for giving the three red envelopes to the genius. The prodigal son thanks you!!!