Qi Tongwei: Can I be young again?

Economics, intelligence... all at the same time.

If Li Dakang hadn't been tricked by Zhao Lichun, he might already be a deputy director-level official.

"How much do you know about Fan Biao?" Qi Tongwei asked again.

“Fan Biao, a local, is 35 years old this year. He was once the top scorer in the college entrance examination in Shaanxi and Gansu provinces and served as Governor Rui’s secretary.” Li Dakang pondered for a while and then said, “To be fair, Fan Biao’s political thinking and sense of smell are very impressive! Before each promotion, he can deliver a perfect political record. With Governor Rui’s support, it is not surprising that he has risen rapidly in his career.”

"A 35-year-old deputy director-general, what a genius!"

“Genius is just a threshold for meeting certain people.” Li Dakang looked at Qi Tongwei meaningfully. “If I remember correctly, Secretary Qi is only 28 years old this year.”

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Qi Tongwei will definitely be promoted to deputy director level after the New Year.

A 35-year-old.

A 29-year-old.

It's obvious who the real genius in officialdom is.

"County Chief Dakang, do me a favor."

"Secretary Qi, please give your instructions."

"Keep an eye on Fan Biao. If anything happens, notify me secretly. Remember, no third person can know about this."

Li Dakang felt a chill run down his spine.

What do you mean?

"Secretary Qi, do you mean to..."

Li Dakang swallowed hard.

With his political acumen, he had already guessed Qi Tongwei's ambitions.

Niubi!

If Qi Tongwei had become the executive vice mayor at the age of 29 or 30, it would have been a true miracle in the political arena.

“County Chief Dakang, you’re a smart man. Just do your job well and don’t ask questions you shouldn’t.”

"I understand." Li Dakang nodded. "If Fan Biao makes any moves, I will notify him immediately."

"very good."

Suddenly, he remembered something, "By the way, County Chief Dakang, where are you spending the Spring Festival this year?"

This is Li Dakang's scar.

Taking a deep breath, she said with some helplessness, "I've already divorced Ouyang Qing, and the child is with her mother. I heard they're spending the Lunar New Year abroad today... I guess I'll just have to focus on my work."

After saying that, he lowered his head.

"Alright, since you're not going back, then all the work here is yours."

"What do you mean, Secretary Qi?"

“If you won’t go back, I will.” Qi Tongwei said seriously, “While I’m gone, you must make sure to take good care of the education in Yaoyuan County. I’ll say it three times: education, education, and more education!”

"Myself?"

"Of course not. There's also Sun Liancheng and Cheng Du. They both said they won't go back this year and will wait until May Day or National Day next year."

"What about Hou Liangping?" Li Dakang asked unwillingly, "Isn't that kid staying?"

“County Chief Dakang, don’t think so badly of your own people. I have an important task to entrust to Hou Liangping, so don’t try anything with him.”

Chapter 197 Another Year Approaching

Why wasn't Hou Liangping left in Shaanxi and Gansu for the Chinese New Year?

The main reason is that his work is different from Li Dakang's, and his relationship with Qi Tongwei is also different.

Throughout Yanyuan County, everyone who sees Qi Tongwei has to call him Secretary Qi.

He was the only one who kept calling everyone "senior"!

Moreover, his family arranged a blind date for him during the Chinese New Year, so they couldn't delay his marriage.

Most importantly, Qi Tongwei needs someone to carry his luggage.

……

Time flies.

Another month has passed.

Light snow was falling.

Staring at the calendar on the table, Qi Tongwei was a little dazed. He counted on his fingers and realized that there were still about twenty days left before he could return to Handong. That was great.

On the Double Ninth Festival, Zhong Xiaoai visited Qi Qingshan's grave.

Qi Tongwei kept this in mind.

When he goes back this time, he will properly introduce his father to him at the grave.

This is Zhong Xiaoai, my wife.

The new house in my hometown has been built.

Qi Tongwei still doesn't know what it's like.

However, given Wang Hua's standards and taste, the new house might not be very good.

That guy, all he knows is how to save money.

Qi Tongwei gave him 20,000 yuan to build a better house, but after the house was built, that bastard returned 10,000 yuan to him.

The province fails to save where it should, and wastes resources haphazardly where it shouldn't.

This is a brand new house.

Even if it's not great, it's not great. Qi Tongwei still has high expectations.

……

The projects in Yanyuan County have all been completed, and many companies are already in production.

Today, Yanyuan County is no longer poor.

At least ordinary people now have stable jobs.

Just two days ago, several investors came to talk to Qi Tongwei about cooperation.

Or build a factory.

But Qi Tongwei kept making excuses.

why?

There is a shortage of labor.

To put it bluntly, Yanyuan County is still a small county town with a population of just over 100,000. There are more job opportunities, but not enough labor.

If Qi Tongwei continues to develop resources and build factories at this time, he will have to recruit people from outside.

Of course, if you can't eat it yourself, you can transfer to the city.

But Qi Tongwei didn't want to do that.

Mainly, he felt the timing wasn't right. These developers were his resources, and if he could really secure the position of executive vice mayor, then these resources would be his capital to enter the provincial-level government.

That's a bit selfish.

However, that's how officialdom is.

When you're caught in a torrent, it's hard to remain unaffected; it's essential to keep some untapped resources in your possession.

It can be used as leverage, and it also provides an additional option.

That's just human nature, isn't it?

"Senior, it's snowing."

"It's snowing, so what's the big deal?"

"No, the snow here is different from the snow in Handong. Come and see."

"What's the difference?"

Qi Tongwei walked to the balcony.

Light snow was falling.

He stretched out his hand; there were no snowflakes, only tiny snow particles falling into his palm.

The snow in the north is indeed different from that in the south.

In the north, snowflakes fall one by one, not melting when they land, but rising again when the wind blows.

In the south, the snow is large snowflakes that quickly melt together when they fall to the ground.

"It's different."

Qi Tongwei murmured something.