Inside the office.

Song Guanchao looked at the documentation for the civic project, his face full of frustration: "Secretary Lu entrusted this task to the secretary?"

"Yes."

Wu Qiangwei sighed, "The Civil Affairs Office demands the establishment of a working group within three days. You need to delegate the members yourself, don't make it too few, otherwise the Civil Affairs Office might complain."

Song Guanchao scratched his head: "Isn't the working group supposed to be staffed by the Civil Affairs Office? Why are we delegating personnel ourselves?"

Wu Qiangwei said, "The Civil Affairs Office mainly focuses on guidance and coordination. They don't have many people; each locality must delegate its own staff."

"..." If Wu Qiangwei weren't here, he would really want to swear.

Expecting a civic project, yet not staffing it, and requiring local personnel.

This involves using local human and financial resources to enhance the Civil Affairs Office's image.

Anyway, if the civic project succeeds, it's credited to the Civil Affairs Office.

If it doesn't succeed, then the locality's capabilities are questioned.

Song Guanchao already had a pile of work, always busy, now he must handle this unnecessary task.

"How's the investigation into the old city renovation project?" Wu Qiangwei inquired.

"There are indeed issues."

Lin Wanqiu went to the project site, and within a couple of days, had nearly completed her investigation.

Currently, the rumors about the demolition compensation seem to be true: it's indeed seven thousand.

But the demolition office hasn't issued the contract to them.

No one has signed yet; the process is at an impasse.

This project doesn't require demolition everywhere.

Some core areas are slated for demolition, while others only need minor facade renovations.

Therefore, within the scope of the project, demolition isn't a very urgent matter.

The project manager's current attitude is to delay.

And since the project isn't urgently needing demolition, after a weekend, Song Guanchao and Lin Wanqiu let her return.

Upon hearing Song Guanchao's report, Wu Qiangwei said, "Without evidence, let's wait until the demolition stage to discuss it further."

"Okay, I'll head out then."

Song Guanchao grabbed the document and left the office.

He sat down and carefully reviewed the document, realizing there was no substantial content.

He found the Civil Affairs Office contact number Wu Qiangwei had sent, called, and spoke for about ten minutes.

After hanging up, he headed straight to the Secretariat.

"Knock knock."

"Come in." Jiang Yiren looked up, quite surprised to see Song Guanchao.

"Secretary Song, what brings you here?"

Song Guanchao said, "Lingjiang needs to create a civilized city and has to temporarily establish a working group. Are you interested in taking charge?"

Jiang Yiren felt a bit excited internally: "What do I need to do?"

Song Guanchao replied, "The tasks are quite diverse, mainly involving civic project inspections, focusing on public awareness, public environment, public facilities, public order, public service, etc., and reporting daily on inspection results to ensure corrective measures are in place..."

Indeed, they are diverse. Just listening made Jiang Yiren feel dizzy.

"Think about it. If you take on the project, you can't back out halfway."

He placed the document down and left.

Jiang Yiren picked up the document and browsed through it, finding it full of useless nonsense.

She had no choice but to call for help.

After seeking advice from friends, she got the same response: civic projects involve offending people; avoid them.

Because the areas involved are extremely vast, and coordination covers nearly everything.

Jiang Yiren kind of understands why Song Guanchao asked her.

Because this kind of project offers no reward if done well and blame if done poorly.

Anyone who takes it up is bound to be scolded.

He's trying to pull her in as free labor.

This bastard!

Jiang Yiren was so angry her chest heaved furiously.

She bit her lip, suddenly grabbed the document, and left the office.

She arrived at Song Guanchao's office. Song Guanchao looked up, noticing the full curves under her shirt.

They were so massive they blocked Song Guanchao's view.

He sat upright, meeting Jiang Yiren's eyes.

She was indeed stunningly beautiful.

This perspective couldn't discover a single flaw.

"I'll take the task!"

She raised the document in her hand.

Song Guanchao blinked, internally noting that her tone was quite angry; what's going on?

"That's great."

"Secretary Song!"

"Anything else?"

"You..." Jiang Yiren originally wanted to directly question his intentions.

But then felt it was pointless to ask.

He was clearly intentional.

"I will complete the task perfectly!"

Jiang Yiren left these words behind in a huff and stormed out.

"Unbelievable..."

Song Guanchao shook his head, clueless about her sudden outburst.

Zeng Li chuckled, "You passed on the civic project task to her?"

"Yes."

"No wonder."

"No wonder what?"

"No wonder she was so mad."

"Why do you say that?"

"You're so dense." Zeng Li said, "You don't usually ask her for anything, but when you do, it's this kind of trivial matter. Do you think she'd be happy?"

"I didn't force her to take it."

"Why do you think she took it?"

"Not interested."

"Not interested, but I'm going to tell you anyway." Zeng Li said, "She's holding onto some resentment and wants you to know, even if you're deliberately difficult, she can still complete the task perfectly."

"I must say, this girl is a bit too naive. If it were me in her situation, I wouldn't care at all."

"Naive?" Song Guanchao chuckled, "I wouldn't say so."

The people arranged by Qu Xiangru, how many could possibly be naive?

Although up to now, Jiang Yiren hadn't caused any trouble or shown any anomalies, she was still one of Qu Xiangru's people.

Just based on this, Song Guanchao couldn't let her into his circle.

In the political arena, factions are like black and white, clearly distinguished; like fire and water, it's either you survive or I do.

So, even if Song Guanchao speculated with the worst intentions, it wasn't excessive.

Zeng Li was about to speak again when Song Guanchao's phone suddenly rang, and upon seeing the caller ID, he was shocked.

It was actually Ma Jichun, Director of the Provincial Organization Department Office.

"Hello, Director Ma."

"Secretary Song, are you at the City Committee?"

"Yes." Song Guanchao's heart stirred: "Director Ma, have you come to Lingjiang?"

"Yes, I have a little matter to discuss with you. If convenient, I'd like to invite you for a coffee."

A few minutes later, Song Guanchao and Ma Jichun sat down at a nearby café.

Ma Jichun was impeccably dressed in a suit, with gelled hair, looking very formal, as if he was on a mission.

Yet, they met outside the City Committee.

Song Guanchao asked directly, "Why has Director Ma come to Lingjiang?"

Ma Jichun smiled, "I want to discuss someone with you."

"Who?"

"Liang Jianfeng."

Song Guanchao remained calm, "What do you want to know about Director Liang, Director Ma?"

Ma Jichun said, "I recall you've worked with the police on several occasions. You should have interacted with Liang Jianfeng, correct?"

"Yes."

"What do you think of Director Liang as a person?"

Ma Jichun added, "Not limited to work, say whatever comes to mind."

Not limited to work...

He was dressed so formally, yet met outside.

He is the Director of the Provincial Organization Department Office asking about a city bureau's director.

A thought crossed Song Guanchao's mind, and he quickly guessed what might be happening.

Liang Jianfeng is likely up for promotion!

The organization often conducts routine inquiries among colleagues or those who have interacted with a cadre before a significant promotion.

Generally speaking, only fairly important appointments receive such treatment.

Song Guanchao took a deep breath.

Could it be that his father-in-law is about to enter the provinces?

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