Wu Yun did not answer this question immediately, but pondered for a while before asking: "Isn't it good? How many people want to go, but they can't go."

Zhang Jinsong just stared at Wu Yun and didn't say anything.

Wu Yun blinked and said, "I really don't know what my father means, so I didn't ask him. Otherwise, I'll ask him when I go back tonight and see what he said."

Zhang Jinsong stared at her for two seconds, shook his head, and said, "Forget it, let's talk about it."

When he met Wu Yun, Zhang Jinsong wanted to ask the question to the end, but when asked this level, he saw Wu Yun's embarrassed look, and he didn't want to continue asking. He also understood that Wu Yun's impression of her father Wu Xianqi now, Wu Xianqi might not be in the mood to tell her about this matter in detail. It would be a bit difficult for her to ask Wu Xianqi. Maybe the father and daughter didn't say a few words and would quarrel. - He remembered that he seemed to have heard from his wife Wu Ling say that Wu Yun had really quarreled with Wu Xianqi several times.

Zhang Jinsong no longer asked about this matter, and Wu Yun would not mention it again. The two started to talk about life. Wu Yun was particularly concerned about when Zhang Jinsong would have children, and Zhang Jinsong did not hide it. He said that there should be hope this winter. When talking about this topic, he temporarily threw the worries at work aside, thinking that when he had children, his younger brother and sister would probably not be in a hurry to get married. At that time, the parents would be happy with grandson on the one hand, and on the other hand, they would be anxious about their children's personal problems.

Life is really a rare perfection.

Three days passed by, and many people welcomed a very disgusted Monday. Zhang Jinsong was not disgusted with Monday, not only because he was going to discuss his division of labor today, but also because when he was working in Anqing, he rarely had weekends. This is how the government work was. When he became a leader, he had endless work to do during rest. Now he went to the Provincial Local Taxation Bureau, and he didn't know if the situation would be better, because other departments had weekends, but the service center was different. He had to serve the leaders at all times. Who knew if there would suddenly be a reception task? Fortunately, the local tax was under the provincial level after all, unlike the State Taxation Bureau. In addition to the General Administration, there were people from other brother provinces who also had to greet people. The national tax was a family. The exchange between provincial and provincial bureaus, the local tax was much less than the national tax.

Zhang Donghe has a very high prestige in the service center. He said that when he met, neither Wang Zhong nor Chen Jiuwen made an excuse to not participate. After all, this is an unavoidable question. If he really doesn't participate, what will happen to the other three people, then the only one who suffers is the absent.

The four directors of the service center met, and the location was naturally in Zhang Donghe's office. Here, Director Zhang has the advantage of home court and can control the situation more easily.

The meeting time was set at 9:30 in the morning. Zhang Jinsong arrived at Zhang Donghe's office at 9:28. He found that Wang Zhong was already talking and laughing with Zhang Donghe inside, and he didn't know what he was happy about. Even the smoke from his mouth was pleasant and he danced in the air.

"Director Zhang is here, come." Zhang Donghe scattered smoke, and his tone showed endless enthusiasm, but he did not call him "Jinsong", but called him "Director Zhang". This home advantage was not for nothing. However, Zhang and Zhang wrote differently, but read no difference. The name between the two sounded a bit strange.

Zhang Jinsong doesn't like smoking very much, but he occasionally smokes one in An Qing's life. Today he doesn't want to be sociable as soon as he comes. He takes the cigarette and lights it. At this time, Chen Jiuwen also comes in.

"All it's here, I'll hurry up and do it. I'll do it every week, and I can't avoid it." Zhang Donghe opened an inappropriate head and took a sip of cigarettes. He continued slowly: "The work last week was not wrong, especially Director Meng of the Income Tax Department. Our work is done very well, and the bureau leaders are quite satisfied... This week, the task is heavier. A deputy director of the Changhe Provincial Local Taxation Bureau leads a team to come to our bureau to learn and communicate. This must be received well. There is also a tax publicity program. Director Zhong wants to participate with Director Xia of the State Taxation Department. This is the top priority. Preparations in all aspects must be done to the best, and details must be implemented in place."

As he said that, Zhang Donghe sent a copy of the three deputy officers this week's task schedule, and then he leisurely sucked cigarettes and waited for the deputy officers to finish reading. In fact, the task schedule is not necessary for him, as the chief director, to send someone to the deputy officers, but as long as others are in Baizhang, they insist on handing them to the deputy officers in person every week.

Zhang Jinsong looked at it and found that the task table was quite simple and clear. The two A4 sheets were printed in one side, but they simply listed all the work to be done this week. They did not write down the specific work to do, nor did they add salt and vinegar to make some empty clichés. He did not record what reception activities were there on any day, but it was just a bit strange. According to Zhang Donghe's dialect, the service center should have to touch the heads every Monday. Does each department in the bureau hold a meeting once a week?

Wang Zhong put away the task table, raised his eyelids and said, "The task is very heavy, I'm busy."

Chen Jiuwen nodded and said nothing.

Of course, Zhang Jinsong could not miss this opportunity to speak. He smiled and said, "It seems that our work here is really not easy. We have to work overtime on Saturdays and Sundays. Director Zhang, Director Wang, and Director Chen, what can I help with?"

Of course, Wang Zhong and Chen Jiuwen would not interfere immediately, and no one would want to draw power from their hands. Zhang Donghe smiled and said, "Director Zhang, don't think about being lazy. Today I want to give you the task. You are young and strong, so you can't always watch our old comrades work hard, right?"

The one who hung Zhang Jinsong for a few days was Zhang Donghe, but now he jumped out to sell favors to Zhang Jinsong, or Zhang Donghe. Zhang Jinsong did not admit this favor. He really didn't like what Zhang Donghe said. It was such a good joke that he could say so sarcastically. I really don't know how he got to this position.

However, Zhang Jinsong would not be stingy with the scenes he should say: "This is what you deserve. Director Zhang, you criticized correctly... If you don't do it properly, you also need to remind me more and help me. I will make a guarantee here that I will follow the command of all work matters."

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Chapter completed!