bestfiction Chapter 1225 Another leading cadre was so angered by Da Bao that he ended up in the ICU.
Chapter 1225 Another leading cadre was so angered by Da Bao that he ended up in the ICU.
The conference room in the provincial hotel was elegant and luxurious, with even the tables and chairs made of rosewood. The waiters who served tea and water wore cadre uniforms with four pockets.
Today's meeting was larger in scale, with participants from various central ministries and commissions. Of course, the highest-ranking official was Ren Guoxing, Secretary of the Discipline Inspection Commission, and Jin Hai was his subordinate.
The working group that arrived earlier consisted of eight people, including Secretary Ren and his secretary: four from the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection, one from the Organization Department of the Central Committee, two from the Ministry of Public Security, and one from the National Audit Office.
Da Bao's team consists of three people from the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection, two from the National Audit Office, and two from the Ministry of Public Security, making a total of eight people including Da Bao.
The meeting was scheduled for 8:00 AM, and Da Bao and his team arrived at 7:50 AM. However, after they sat down, they realized that none of the members of the working group had arrived.
Da Bao's face turned a little ugly. He couldn't even accept Ren Guoxing's show of force, let alone these staff members.
The staff at the provincial hotel dared not neglect their duties. The leaders had repeatedly emphasized the need to provide excellent service to the working group from the central government, so Da Bao and his team stayed on one side of the conference table.
The waiter quickly brought out tea and pastries. The pastries were made by the famous Lao Zhang Ji Shuncheng Old Shop, including yellow millet and jujube cake and honey-glazed pastry, which looked delicious.
Da Bao casually let his men eat and drink as they pleased, but his heart sank little by little. How could the work group complete the tasks assigned by their superiors with such a work attitude?
Furthermore, the provincial guesthouse is set up with such high standards, which clearly shows signs of corruption. Are these pastries provided to every leader, or are they just for work group meetings?
Da Bao whispered a few words to Jin Hai, who nodded slightly. He stood up and went outside, pretending to ask a male waiter for directions to the restroom. Knowing that he was a high-ranking leader, the waiter quickly and eagerly led the way.
When Jin Hai returned, he looked very unwell. After sitting down, he whispered to Da Bao.
"Team leader, these pastries, as well as meat, fish, eggs, and vegetables, are all common items served at the hotel. According to the regulations of the provincial hotel, the leaders' lunch and dinner banquets consist of twelve dishes each day, with no repetition."
Da Bao frowned even more. It was a great famine. Even great leaders ate coarse rice with chili peppers every day, but they were still feasting and drinking. They were veritable parasites on the country.
China does indeed have a long-standing food culture. No matter what you're doing, you have to have a meal first, but that's on the premise that you have to spend your own money.
Using public funds for lavish meals is the most basic form of corruption and decadence. Now, during the height of the "Four Cleans and Five Antis" campaign, some people are still indulging in such extravagant meals. What is this if not bureaucracy?
At 8:10, members of the work group began to walk in one after another. They looked like they had just finished breakfast in the small canteen; some were burping, while others were picking their teeth with toothpicks.
This means that breakfast includes meat and vegetables; otherwise, why would you need to shave your teeth while having porridge?
Seeing that Da Bao and his six companions were sitting upright and looking serious, they all stopped joking around and quickly found places to sit down, secretly glancing at Da Bao.
I received a notification a few days ago that a group of working group members heading south would be joining the working group in Nanhe. This young man with the star of a general must be the legendary Little Yama, Qin Dabao.
These people all came from Beijing and had heard of Da Bao's great achievements. They knew that Da Bao didn't even give face to the Vice Premier of the State Council, so what were they, these lowly clerks,?
At 8:35, Ren Guoxing swaggered in, accompanied by Secretary Liu. As soon as he entered, he saw Da Bao, who had a serious expression on his face, sitting there motionless.
Instead, Jin Hai and the others stood up.
Ren Guoxing was immediately dissatisfied. He was an old revolutionary with a high rank and position. Da Bao was just a kid who hadn't even grown up yet. What was he doing putting on airs in front of him?
Moreover, given Da Bao's current position, he is the one in charge of the national administration, not the one who manages him.
Ren Guoxing, his face grim, plopped down in the main seat. Secretary Liu sat to his right, her notebook open, ready to take notes.
Ren Guoxing looked at Da Bao, who stared intently at the table, as if studying the grain of the sandalwood.
Seeing his appearance almost gave Ren Guoxing a stroke. After a while, he took the medicine handed to him by Secretary Liu, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it directly without drinking water. This was a habit he had developed over the years, feeling that only in this way could he avoid wasting the medicine.
After taking his blood pressure medication, Ren Guoxing felt much better. He never expected that the types and dosages of medication he would take next would be equivalent to the total dosage for ten days.
He coughed twice to clear his throat before speaking.
"Are all the members of the working group present?"
Secretary Liu flipped through the list, glanced at it, then looked up and compared it.
"Sir, Comrades Shi Yun and Kuang Yun from the Ministry of Public Security are not present, nor have they requested leave."
"Play the piano randomly!"
Ren Guoxing was furious. He slammed his hand on the table, and the cup lid in front of him jumped up.
Da Bao, sitting on the left, quickly picked up the cup.
"Wasn't it already announced? No one is allowed to be absent from this morning's meeting. What's wrong with these two comrades from the Ministry of Public Security? Is this how they treat their superiors and their work without any regard for their duties?"
Da Bao snorted, put down the cup, and said slowly.
"Comrades Shi Yun and Kuang Yun went to Bianliang early this morning to gather firsthand information. What? Is it wrong for the two comrades to get up early to do their work?"
Ren Guoxing was speechless. He hadn't expected Da Bao to be so ruthless. He was so angry that he pointed at Da Bao and gasped for breath.
"Qin Dabao, you, you, you, you have no respect for your superiors! Such an important meeting, couldn't you have gone after the meeting was over? I think you did it on purpose."
"An important meeting?"
Dabao curled his lips and said contemptuously.
"According to Secretary Liu's notification yesterday, the meeting was scheduled for 8:00 this morning. This comrade came in at 8:11 and you, the deputy secretary, came in at 8:35. Is it that your timing is different from ours? Or is it that our understanding is different?"
Being late for the meeting and then acting all high and mighty—is this your work attitude?
Ren Guoxing's face turned bright red, and he pointed at Da Bao for a long time without being able to speak. Da Bao grinned at Secretary Liu.
"Did you bring your heart medication?"
Secretary Liu nodded quickly, while Da Bao waved his hand impatiently.
"Hurry up and feed him, it will be troublesome if he stays here."
Although he didn't understand what "ga" meant, Secretary Liu quickly took out a nitroglycerin pill and gave it to Ren Guoxing. Before Ren Guoxing could catch his breath, he heard Da Bao say...
"This guy is no good at his job, but he's a master at putting on airs. It's too easy to be a leader like that."
Ren Guoxing's eyes rolled back, and he fainted instantly. Less than ten minutes had passed since he entered the room, and a highly respected veteran cadre had been sent to the ICU by Da Bao's few words...