The old man's praise

  "Then let's discuss it again." Huang Wenyun smiled and looked at Fang Zhong, asking lightly: "What do you think, County Magistrate Fang?"

  Fang Zhong was rubbing his oily and smooth hair with both hands, then stopped and said in a low voice: "I think we should implement the municipal party committee's instructions first."

  Huang Wenyun smiled, knowing that Fang Zhong would not let the matter rest so easily. The question just now was merely to tease him a bit.

  "It seems that everyone has a big difference of opinion. Since this is the case, let's put this matter aside for now and discuss it again after the relevant policy documents are released by the central government."

  Many of the Standing Committee members nodded in agreement after hearing this, as both sides were already evenly matched. After Han Dong's meddling, it was pointless to continue. Moreover, as Han Dong said, the situation was still unclear and the higher-ups had not yet made an official statement, so it was better to wait and see.

  Huang Wenyun looked around and smiled: "Alright then, meeting adjourned."

  He picked up the book on the table, stood up and walked out. When he reached Han Dong's side, he stopped, stretched out his hand and patted him twice on the shoulder.

  "Thank you, Secretary Huang," Han Dong said sincerely.

  Huang Wenyun nodded silently and walked out. Another defeat for Fang Zhong's plan, his mood was good. The reason why he finally raised it high and put it down lightly, without taking advantage of the victory to cancel Han Dong's previous punishment, was because Huang Wenyun also had his own considerations in mind. Han Dong made too much noise, and the provincial and municipal leaders were all paying attention to this matter. Even if he wanted to protect him, there was a limit to it.

  Fang Zhong walked out with a gloomy face, his eyes coldly scanning Han Dong's face, and his expression became even more somber.

  The standing committee members walked out of the conference room one after another, each with a different expression, and their eyes all paused on Han Dong for a moment.

  Mao Chao walked at the end, when he passed in front of Han Dong, he stretched out his thumb and drew a circle, laughing loudly: "Han Dong, good job."

  Han Dong said gratefully: "Thank you Minister Mao."

  "It's nothing, I'm just exercising my mouth."

  Everyone in the conference room who had not left was shocked and looked at this scene, guessing what kind of relationship Han Dong and Mao Chao had. Through Han Dong's previous performance, everyone's understanding of him deepened a lot, realizing that this kid is not just a scribbler, if he can get through this difficult time, he will definitely become a big shot in the future.

  Of course, although many people have begun to attach importance to Han Dong and have the intention of making friends with him, at this time no one has come forward. After all, the situation is not yet clear, and it's hard to say whether he can get through this ordeal smoothly.

  Han Dong's mood wasn't bad either, as long as he could stubbornly withstand the pressure from Fang Zhong and others, his situation would change soon. Of course, this was related to Huang Wenyun's full support, otherwise, he would have had to slink back to Yanjing in defeat.

  At noon break, Han Dong received several phone calls from Li Dayong, Chen Minxuan, Zhou Zheng and Zou Gang from the Statistics Bureau, all of whom expressed concern about his situation.

  "I'm not fighting alone now." Han Dong said with a smile.

  The phone rang again, and Han Dong picked up the receiver. His mother, Yu Zhen, was on the other end of the line: "Xiao Dong, are you okay?"

  "Mom, I'm fine," Han Dong said, but he felt strange in his heart. It's impossible for the situation at the Standing Committee meeting this morning to have spread to home already.

  Over the phone, Yu Zhen smiled slightly and said, "Alright, talk to your grandfather then."

  Han Dong was stunned, but the old man's voice had already come through the phone: "You little brat, have you had enough?"

  Although it was a blaming tone, Han Dong heard that the old man's tone wasn't really angry, so he smiled and said: "Grandpa, I didn't do anything bad."

  "Some people can't sleep at night because of your article, but you're fine, looks like you've made progress."

  It can be heard that Old Master's mood is good, Han Dong then smiled and said: "Grandfather, you're overpraising."

  "I didn't get any prize." The old man smiled and said, "But my old comrade-in-arms is quite fond of you, and has given you the nickname 'Hansan', saying that he'd like to have a chat with you when there's an opportunity."

  "Ah——" Han Dong's heart skipped a beat, the old gentleman's old comrade-in-arms was none other than that wise leader, and his own three articles were identical in spirit to the old man's conversations in the south, essentially a kind of plagiarism. If he had a face-to-face conversation with him, Han Dong would really worry about being exposed.

  Moreover, what Han Dong did not expect was that this leader actually gave himself a nickname of "Han San Pian".

  "What's wrong, you're scared too?" The old man asked with a smile.

  Han Dongyi puffed out his chest and said: "What am I afraid of? Isn't Grandpa still here?"

  "Hmph, you young man truly doesn't know the height of the sky and the thickness of the earth." The old master's words became exceptionally stern, "Just stay in Rongzhou and be honest with yourself. If you can't achieve anything, then don't come back."

  Han Dong was stunned, and at this time, his mother Yu Zhen's voice came from the phone, it seemed that Lao Ye had already left.

  "Xiao Dong, don't be afraid, your grandfather is happy." Yu Yuzhen said softly.

  "Mom, I know, I won't let Grandpa down." Han Dong said firmly.

  Through the conversation with Lao Taitai, the big stone that had been weighing on Han Dong's mind could finally be put down. Because his three articles were published, not only did Lao Taitai not come out to make inappropriate remarks, but he also gained the favor of the Southern Tour leader, and in the subsequent reshuffle, the power of the Han family would definitely increase. Then the fate of the family would no longer be the same as before.

  Hanging up the phone, Han Dong lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. "From now on, I'll be fighting to change my own destiny."

  Han Dong guessed that it was because the head of the Southern Tour was about to give his speech that would turn the situation around, so Lao Taitai made this call to let himself have a psychological preparation for the upcoming changes. Of course, he also took the opportunity to express his praise for himself.

  It's not easy to get praised by the old master, and Han Dong feels that it's still a rare thing. Although he has memories of his past life, being recognized by the old master is another matter altogether. After all, the old master has always been known for being strict, having gone through a revolution in his lifetime, and rarely praises anyone.

  In the afternoon when everyone went to work, they found that Han Dong seemed like a different person, his whole body was filled with an inexplicable vitality, and everyone was puzzled. It seemed that he didn't have any good news, even though the Standing Committee meeting in the morning hadn't increased his punishment, but his current situation wasn't optimistic either.

  "Hum, locusts after autumn!"

  Hu Mei mumbled a sentence, looked up to see Lu Jinyuan standing at the office door with a dark face, and quickly stood up, respectfully calling out "Director Lu", her voice not as loud as before. Last time she was inexplicably scolded by Lu Jinyuan, Hu Mei still had lingering fear.

  Lu Jinyuan nodded and looked at Han Dong who was sitting there concentrating on reading the newspaper, saying in a low voice: "You come with me."

  "Brothers, don't forget to collect and vote, thank you Xiaojiao!"