Number of romantic figures

Chapter 1 Wedges
Feng Keng took a deep breath after carefully reading the prepared report materials, his resume and related materials.

In fact, he has already memorized these things in his mind, and he has been preparing for this for these days, and he is just waiting for today.

It's not easy. It took him 20 years of hard work to get to where he is today. How much effort and price did he pay for this?
According to the news he got, the leaders in the department will talk to him in the afternoon. If there is no accident, they may go to the Standing Committee to discuss it next week.

Walking to the window, pacing back and forth, and walking around several times, Feng Keng still couldn't suppress his inner tension, excitement, and some excitement.

This situation has not happened for many years.

The last time I was promoted to the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee, because it was a matter of course, although I was very happy, I was not very excited, but this time it was almost an exceptional promotion.

Not long after he became the deputy secretary, he was about to take over as the mayor.

Perhaps it was only when I was the county magistrate 11 years ago that I felt this way.

Well, indeed.

Over the years, I went from the county magistrate to the secretary of the county party committee, then to the deputy mayor, member of the municipal party committee, secretary general of the municipal party committee, member of the municipal party committee, organization director, and then aided Tibet to train, and then came back to take over as the deputy secretary of the municipal party committee. Suddenly, I had such an opportunity up.

"Feng Keng, formerly known as Feng Ziying, male, 45 years old, born in July 1974, native of Linqing, Shandong, full-time undergraduate, started working in 7, joined in 1996..., currently the deputy secretary of the Hanxi Municipal Party Committee, ..."

But not without variables.

Feng Keng also knows that there are many candidates competing with him, and he is not the only choice, and everyone is very capable, so everything is still undecided.

Everyone waited with bated breath for the final result.

However, he is not afraid of competition. After decades of official career experience, from the most basic township chief to his current position, what kind of work has he never touched, and what world has he never seen?
Getting up early and working late at night, struggling and struggling, isn't it just for this day?
He felt a little dizzy and shook his head. It might be because of working overtime last night. He didn't fall asleep until early in the morning and didn't sleep well.

With one hand propped on the desk, Feng Keng sat down slowly.

In front of me is a copy of "Tales of Vegetable Roots" and a fat copy of "Dream of Red Mansions".

Feng Keng flipped through "Cai Gen Tan" subconsciously, and his eyes fell on it, "You can't live without the smell of mountains and forests in the pavilion; under the forest spring, you need the economics of Huailang temple.".

He frowned, why doesn't that sound like a good sign?

Putting his hands together, he opened the fat book "Dream of Red Mansions". During this period of time, he was reminiscing about "Dream of Red Mansions". He had read it 79 times.

The bookmark was caught in it, and Feng Keng opened it casually, only to see a few words on the bookmark of ink landscape.

"Seeing him building a tall building, seeing him entertaining guests, seeing his building collapsed,..." I felt annoyed for a while, why are there so many unpleasant words on this bookmark?

I closed it casually, but dropped a few pages, just turned to the first chapter.

"Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but fame can't be forgotten! Where are the ancient and modern generals? The pile of grass in the barren mound is gone..." What happened today?All these ominous things?
In addition to being upset, Feng Keng was a little bit upset. Who didn't end up with a bunch of barren graves?
That being the case, why not work hard, ask for a wife and son, and leave a name in history?
Useless people like Jia Baoyu still have pursuits, eating from the bowl and looking at the pot, wondering how good it would be to have both Bao Dai and one bed.

For a while, I feel that Miaoyu is so filthy and unstained, and she is so clean and not demonic. For a while, I feel that Xingxiu smoke is like a wild crane floating in the clouds, luxuriant and guarded, and there are such pretty maids as Qingwen and Jin Chuan'er...

It would be best to keep those Shi Xiangyun and Xue Baoqin by my side, and I still think it's a pity that Xiangling has returned to Xue Pan, and even the second sister-in-law and Ke Qing are charming and charming?

Doesn't this guy wish all the water could only soak his mud?
It's just that he doesn't have the ability to do that. It's not that poverty limits his imagination, but his ability limits his desire to control. He can't do it or can't do it at all.

Maslow's hierarchy of needs determines a person's level. Different people have different pursuit levels. If you cross a certain level, you will naturally pursue a higher stage.

The so-called being indifferent to fame and wealth and seeing through the world is just an excuse for the frustrated to escape in desperation. Who doesn't want to wake up and kill human rights, and lie drunk on the lap of beauties?

Cao Xueqin really wants to be the Nalan Pearl, well, of course in the early stage, do you think he will write this "Dream of Red Mansions" with a low regard for life and death?

He closed the page with a sneer, and the phone on the desk rang suddenly. He picked up the phone, and a deep voice came from the phone. Feng Keng immediately said respectfully: "Mr. Zhang, I am, yes, yes, I understand Yes, we will be there soon..."

Putting down the phone, Feng Keng tried his best to restrain his ecstasy and excitement and calm himself down, but he failed.

He took a deep breath, and suddenly felt dizzy again, his eyes turned black.

Instinctively sensed something was wrong, he had three highs, especially high blood lipids, which was his biggest hidden worry, he never thought that at this critical moment, he had to be steady, he must not make mistakes at this time, but his body was uncontrollably weak Soft slide down.

He subconsciously reached out to grab something, but he only grabbed the "Dream of Red Mansions".

With a crash, he grabbed the cover of the book and tore it off. Holding the book cover, the patterns of the ladies in palace costumes on the book cover seemed to suddenly become blurred, but the person slowly fell on the floor.

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