"Secretary Fang pointed out one or two." Secretary Chen put down the phone with a cold voice: "He really will not come forward to erase the news. Tomorrow we will not be able to stop the news at all. To be safe, we can only pull him into the water."

"What pulled him into the water?" One snorted: "He himself is the biggest behind the scenes!"

"Qi Feng, thank you for helping us, Mr. Gao. If the topic behind Mr. Gao is really suppressed by Secretary Fang, I must thank you!" Several people heard what Secretary Chen said, and they all agreed.

"Yes, this is a great trick. As long as Secretary Fang takes the initiative to wipe the news, this matter will be easy to handle. Mr. Gao looks very young, but he is very sophisticated, thanks."

Qi Feng kept silent, and wanted to laugh. Where's the follow-up topic? It's just that this group of people was guilty of a guilty conscience and was pinched by Gao Leng's life gate.

At 6 o'clock in the morning, a self-operated media registered in Hong Kong took the lead on Weibo. In the early morning when the government department did not go to work, a news that was not very sure but enough to attract attention was released: wait Zha: I heard that Gouzi Village is related to a secretary surnamed Fang in Zhonghai City. Don't spread rumors.

One sentence to be investigated, and the relationship is cleared, that this rumor is not made by the self-operated media.

The latter sentence "Don't spread rumors" lays the groundwork for lawsuits that may arise in the future.

The Weibo was followed up just ten minutes after it was posted, and this Weibo quietly disappeared. The power of passersby was enough to make it appear on the social hot search in this morning when there was no new news.

At 6:15, a harsh cell phone ringing and the landline in the room rang at the same time. Even the bell was panicked. The equation suddenly opened his eyes. At this time, Yang Xuewo was asleep in the quilt and didn't know her. Did he fall asleep or fainted? And as soon as Equation opened his eyes, his eyes were bloodshot.

The physical strength is not as good as that of young people, and he is seriously overdrawn through drugs.

After picking up the phone and listening for less than ten seconds, the equation almost rolled off the bed in shock: "What?! Hot comments on Weibo?!"

"Yeah, we only found out in the morning. There are a lot of people at our Zhonghai City's government microblog." The voice inside was a female voice, which seemed very panicked: "What to do, Secretary Fang."

Secretary Fang sat on the floor and quickly reached out to the glasses and put them on his face, but because of panic, the frame of the glasses was directly poked into the eyes. He hung up the phone without saying a word, and both hands shook together before putting them on. glasses.

After working hard all night, the face of Equation was pale, and a lot of sweat slipped from his cheeks, and he didn't know whether it was a sweat or a cold sweat. He quickly checked Weibo with one hand, and saw that the one with the most popular comment was: Who is the secretary of Zhonghai City, whose surname is Fang?

And the second is: Secretary Fang’s hometown is not far from Gouzi Village.

"I saved Mr. Zhou's phone number, and I saved it." The equation hurriedly opened the address book, and his whole body trembled. It took a long time to find Mr. Zhou and quickly dialed out: "Mr. Zhou, I am the equation, someone Spreading rumors, um..."

Ten minutes later, the reviews disappeared.

Fifteen minutes later, several fan-like accounts on Weibo that participated in the hot discussion were deleted.

But 30 minutes later, the news came and went quickly, and without the follow-up of the big V, some ordinary people's remarks were not enough to be hotly debated.

In these thirty minutes, the equation kept refreshing on Weibo, non-stop, nervous sweat was like taking a shower.

He is afraid, he is really afraid.

Can you not be afraid? Officials with dirty hands are now most afraid of public opinion. Once public opinion rises, the Commission for Discipline Inspection will follow up. The follow-up is not a joke. The anti-corruption efforts of the princelings in recent years have been shocking.

In recent years, greedy equations have rarely used power to take over some big projects. What they eat is the old bottom left over from the past few years, and they only receive small profits, tens of thousands of thousands of dollars for a small favor. .

He looked at the door and found that Mr. Zhao's intention outside the door was obvious. Originally, this project could be started.

After Mu Zhengtang was arrested, he thought of a way to get him to take part of the black account for this purpose. Now the project is still a few years away from completion. This is the best time to enter. If there is a problem, you can push it to Mu Zhengtang.

But now...

"Who is behind it? Who is in Mu Zhengtang?" The equation felt like the roots of the teeth were about to burst. "High cold? Impossible. How could a young man have such a great ability, even if he heard me report Mu Zhengtang, How could it be possible to just shoot me directly? No way."

Against the background of high coldness, the equation has long been checked.

It is true that the people do not fight against the officials. Gao Leng is nothing more than a general manager hired by a private magazine in the eyes of the equation. Even if he has a small reputation, he is just a gold-collar worker in his eyes. He has seen too many entrepreneurs, and a sweep of Gao Leng's level can be swept behind the door.

The equation instinctively targeted those people in officialdom. For many years in officialdom, many people have offended him, and many times he has offended and others cannot refute. Too many enemies, now you find a loophole and want to fight?

The equation turned his head and looked at Yang Xue, who was asleep on the bed, and his eyes were dark. He stretched out his hand to drop the quilt, and a young and beautiful body appeared in front of him. This body would be greedy by anyone who saw it. The mottled and blood stains on the bed retain the passion of last night.

It's cool, it's really cool.

The equation suddenly threw the quilt that had just been opened on Yang Xue and made up his mind. After refreshing Weibo again, I found that the hot comments disappeared, and I was relieved. Many of the messages on the official website of the government were also closed by others. He quickly got up and put on his clothes and opened the door and walked out.

At the rest area outside the door, Mr. Zhao was lying on the sofa and waiting sleepily early in the morning, while his friend hurried out of the room. Just about to speak, the equation reached out and blocked his words: "No need to say. , I know. Book the flight ticket to Wuchuan Province immediately, immediately."

"This is a lot of noise. Although it has only been on the hot search for less than an hour, the Commission for Discipline Inspection will definitely follow up. The hot search says that you have something to do with Gouzi Village. You still go?" Uncomfortable, nervous.

"Go, of course I have to go." Equation smiled calmly: "I am a clean official and I am not afraid of investigation. But since the people have doubts about this, of course I have to go there and explain. After all, I am from Wuchuan. , I’m even a native of Gaozhou. Gaozhou was misunderstood. I’m going to help.”

If only the news of Gouzi Village is fired up, it is best if the equation does not come forward. But now I’m on a hot search and clicked on the name of his equation, then the Commission for Discipline Inspection will definitely follow up, hiding is not the way, equation understands this truth. Gao Leng knew better.

It is precisely because of understanding that this set was released.

I don't know the equation, this is just his first cut.

"Secretary Fang, you have worked hard." Mr. Zhao was awakened when he heard the movement, and hurriedly leaned over and winked, "Are you still satisfied?"

The equation was adjusted and the whole clothes was out of anger and said: "Unlucky."

It's really bad luck.

This worry hasn't stopped all night.

"Unlucky?" Mr. Zhao's face darkened and he wanted to say something, and the man next to him quickly grabbed it and shook his head at him.