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  "I am Shen Congfei, come over here." Shen Congfei's words were very brief.

  Han Dong felt it was very sudden, and before he could even react, Shen Congfei's phone call had already ended. He stood there blankly holding the phone, what did Shen Congfei mean? His tone didn't sound too good either.

  "Maybe I'm just overreacting."

  Han Dong thought for a moment, then walked to the office door and said, "Director Zhao, arrange for a car to take me to the county government immediately."

  Zhao Renshun stood up and said: "Director Han, the car has already left."

  Han Dong was taken aback, "He's gone?"

  "Yes, it's the one Huang Bureau just used."

  "Is it? Then forget it."

  Han Dong's face sank, there was only one car in the office, and before using the deputy director's car, at least ask if he wanted to use it.

  He hailed a tricycle downstairs and thought on the vehicle: "Could it be that Huang Song was playing tricks, and Shen Congfei let me pass?"

  "But I can come to the Bureau of Statistics as the director, so Huang Song's background and Shen Congfei should not be from the same faction."

  The car arrived at the county government, Han Dong still didn't understand what was going on. He paid the fare and quickly walked into the county government compound, asking around downstairs before swiftly arriving at the door of Shen Congfei's office. To the young secretary sitting at the outer end of the room, he said: "Hello, I'm Han Dong from the Statistics Bureau. County Magistrate Shen asked me to come over. Would you please go and report?"

  The young secretary's face quickly filled with a smile. "It was Director Han, my name is Zheng Yongzhong, please wait for a moment." He got up and went to knock on the door of the inner room.

  According to regulations, deputy county magistrates are not entitled to a full-time secretary, but in actual work, each deputy county magistrate has a full-time secretary, euphemistically called for the convenience of work.

  Zheng Yongzhong soon came out from inside and asked Han Dongjin to step forward. He then whispered: "County Magistrate Shen might be in a bad mood."

  "Thank you." Han Dong nodded and walked over to knock on the door.

  "Come in." Shen Congfei's voice was devoid of any emotion.

  "County Magistrate Shen, I am Han Dong, here to report on my work."

  Report on work? Shen Congfei heard this and felt a surge of anger, but he forced himself to calm down and put down the newspaper, saying: "Sit down."

  Han Dong sat down neatly, his eyes fixed on Shen Congfei, a slightly stout middle-aged man with a pair of eyes that shone with profound light, as if he was always pondering something.

  "Director Han, you must be very busy?"

  When Shen Congfei asked the question, Han Dong's heart suddenly tightened, he was expressing his dissatisfaction.

  Han Dong said cautiously: "It's okay, mainly because I just arrived, and many tasks are not yet familiar to me. I originally planned to sort out a logical order and then come to report my work to you."

  Shen Congfei raised an eyebrow, took a sip of tea, and his expression slightly softened. He called out to the outside, "Little Zheng, pour Director Han some tea."

  Han Dong let out a slight sigh of relief, it seemed that the main problem was not reporting to work on time. Speaking of which, Han Dong also followed Shen Congfei's path, although he was not very satisfied with his job assignment, but in fact, Shen Congfei's name had already been stuck on Han Dong's forehead, no matter what the situation was, people would take him as Shen Congfei's man. Of course, Shen Congfei himself also thought so.

  As Han Dong walked out of Shen Congfei's office, he was a little puzzled. The problem didn't seem to be that simple. Between the lines of Shen Congfei's words, he meant that he should work hard and make achievements, and the leaders would naturally see them. He also said that young people should be more stable and focus on their work.

  "What does he want to say?" Han Dongou thought gloomily, "It seems that I didn't do anything wrong except for not reporting my work to him in time."

  As he walked up to the stairs, County Magistrate Fang Zhong Zheng was walking up with his hands behind his back, his oily and smooth hair combed neatly.

  Shi Yong followed closely behind Fang Zhong, carrying a leather bag and a thermos in his hands.

  Han Dong hastily stepped aside and stood upright, saying respectfully: "County Magistrate Fang, hello."

  "Hmm—" Fang Zhong hummed softly, his eyes slowly scanning Han Dong's face, "Come and report your work to County Mayor Shen?"

  Before Han Dong could respond, Fang Zhong turned around and walked upstairs with his hands behind his back.

  Shi Yong followed behind, with a look of not even glancing sideways, as if he hadn't seen Han Dong at all.

  "Damn it!" Han Dong cursed in his heart.

  He was extremely depressed.

  As he walked out of the county government compound, Han Dong did not hurry to hail a tricycle. Instead, he strolled along the bustling streets, and as the cold wind blew, the fire in his heart gradually subsided.

  Where there are people, conflicts are inevitable. The interpersonal relationships in the officialdom are the most complicated. Han Dong is a newcomer and has no foundation, so it's normal to suffer some setbacks.

  Under the Statistics Bureau building, a Jeep was parked, and next to it was a black Santana.

  Han Dong was stunned again. Which leader had come this time? He quickly walked upstairs and just reached the second floor, he saw a dark-faced middle-aged man walking over surrounded by a crowd of people.

  Upon seeing Han Dong, a hint of pride flashed across Huang Song's face as he said to the dark-faced man: "Secretary Wang, this is our Director Han."

  Han Dong just smiled and walked up, the black-faced man frowned and said, "Are you Han Dong? Not in the office during working hours, where did you go? Do you still want to discipline at work?"

  "I'm going to report to County Magistrate Shen." Han Dong explained carefully, feeling stifled in his heart, looking at Huang Song's smug face, he couldn't help but want to punch him in the face.

  "Is that so?" The dark-faced man said indifferently, "I think the work of the statistics bureau is quite sloppy. I don't know how you, as the director, are leading them. I think next time we should suggest to the county committee to rectify it properly."

  After finishing speaking, the dark-faced man walked downstairs with his hands behind his back.

  Han Dong hastily accompanied him to walk down, without even figuring out who this guy was, and got scolded by him. Han Dong had a burning fire in his heart.

  The man with a dark face stood still beside Santana, shook hands one by one with Huang Song, Ge Wengu and Zhao Renshun, without even looking at Han Dong, got into the car and slammed the door shut.

  Santana drove out of the statistics bureau with two trails of black smoke behind his butt.

  "Alright, everyone stop standing around and go back to work." Huang Song waved his hand with a strong sense of ownership, his face filled with joy that he couldn't hide.

  Han Dong stared at him fiercely and asked Zou Gang: "Who was that just now?"

  Zou Gang said: "It's Secretary Wang of the Discipline Inspection Commission."

  Han Dong was stunned, he did not expect that Huang Song's background was actually Wang Jinggui, this Wang Jinggui is the deputy secretary of the county party committee, standing committee member and secretary of the discipline inspection commission, a powerful figure in the county.

  Seeing Han Dong's gloomy face, Zou Gang carefully fell back a few steps. When the leader is in a bad mood, it's best not to linger around him, otherwise you might become a scapegoat.

  Other mid-level cadres all showed joy on their faces, and Huang Song was able to bring Wang Jinggui over to prop him up. This gave them a reassurance that following Huang Song would definitely not be wrong.