The summer at the end of the month.\\www.qb5.com\\The heat of the weather has reached its peak since the beginning of summer. The bad news is that the ground is being barbecued. The heat is surging from the hot ground, the sun is rolling on the head, the heat is turbulent under the feet, and the pedestrians walking with umbrellas on the road are still complaining. Although the heat of the weather is not as hot as the July fire, it is not far from the distance. People who are fatter really sweat even if they drink water.

Huang Anguo and Qin Shan stood under the eaves outside the office. One meter away was where the sun could shine directly. When standing in the corridor, you could still feel the heat coming from the open air. If you were to snooze at noon, the heat on the ground would probably be to a terrible level.

There are clear sky in the sky, and white clouds float away. If such a weather is not so hot, it will be a sunny and beautiful young man.

The weather is clear, but the mood is a bit cloudy.

Qin Shan looked solemnly, staring into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

Huang Anguo vaguely knew that he had something to do with Tianjin, but he knew nothing about the details.

The two stood in the corridor for a while, and a staff member came over, "Director Qin, the convoy is ready."

"Yeah, I understand." Qin Shan nodded, looked at the time, waved his hand to signal the staff to leave, and said nothing more.

"There are unexpected changes in the sky, and people have good fortune and good fortune at any time." Qinshan is full of vicissitudes, "In this world, there are always some things that cannot be controlled by humans."

Huang Anguo was silent. He didn't know the details yet. He only knew that Mi Zhendong suddenly arranged to go to Tianjin City for inspection. From this, he also judged that it was related to the matter of Tianjin City. However, he didn't know the details and could only remain silent when he sighed about Qin Shan, and he became more and more curious about what happened.

"In this life, some people work hard for their existence, some are struggling for a well-off life, some are struggling for more wealth, some are striving to obtain higher positions, everyone has their own way of living and their own goals. Those who are struggling within the system and have the hope of seeking higher positions, work hard for their future, power in their hands, and glory, and work hard to make every effort. If there is no hope of progress, they will gain some tangible benefits for themselves and their families, so that they can live more comfortably, and everyone can find what they want to do. For us, we may work hard for our future. In fact, if we think about it carefully, it seems that there is no point in pursuing these."

Huang Anguo looked at Qin Shan in surprise. Qin Shan's feelings seemed to give people a feeling of seeing through the world. If the current atmosphere was not suitable for jokes, Huang Anguo couldn't help but want to joke with him whether he was going to become a monk. From Qin Shan's words, Huang Anguo understood Qin Shan seemed to be reflecting on the meaning of his work. Huang Anguo could not imagine what would happen that Qin Shan suddenly had such an emotion in an instant.

"People are contradictory individuals, but when we step into a certain ***, we often have no choice but to take the first step in our current steps, and we cannot stop." Huang Anguo said some thoughts. He could understand Qin Shan's current state. Sometimes when the night is late, he also reflects and questions the meaning of pursuing these things. The emotions at that moment always have a strong sense of loss, but when that emotion passes, it is still full of enthusiasm for power and pursuit of power. I believe that as long as it is in this system, has the ability and opportunity to obtain higher power, no one will not fight for it. This is a contradictory person.

"I won't talk about this anymore. Suddenly, I'm a little crazy. There are few times when I feel sad about spring and autumn." Qin Shan waved his hand with a smile, "It's almost time, and it's time for us to go to Chairman Fu."

At 10 o'clock in the morning, the convoy slowly drove towards Tianjin City and temporarily controlled traffic along the way.

After leaving Beijing, the convoy boarded the Beijing-Tianjin Expressway. The Beijing-Tianjin Expressway, which was opened to traffic last summer, was named "Beijing-Tianjin Expressway, Expressway Passage, jointly built by Beijing and Tianjin. It is a national key project planned by the Ministry of Transport. The main road is designed as a two-way eight-lane, which is very rare in intercity expressways. It is said that during the test, it took only ten thousand minutes from Beijing to Tianjin. The speed was so fast that it exceeded the speed when Boeing 7 took off. The best tracks and traction technology in the world were used on the road. It seems that it is just a highway that allows all vehicles to drive on it, but I don’t know how much manpower, material resources, and financial resources were consumed.

The Beijing-Tianjin Expressway also carried out a short-term traffic control, and the convoy along the way was unobstructed. In just over half an hour, the convoy entered the urban area of ​​Tianjin.

The party and government leaders of Tianjin City greeted the expressway intersection. When the convoy approached the expressway intersection, the convoy gradually slowed down, but did not stop. It seemed that they had been notified that the party and government leaders of Tianjin Feng also got on the bus and followed behind the convoy.

The convoy stopped at the Yuehua Hotel in Tianjin. The east of Mianzhen will stay here for one night for inspection tomorrow.

Huang Anguo stood behind Qinshan, very close to the east of Yuzhen. Looking at the leaders of Tianjin, Huang Anguo felt a sudden heart. The person walking in front was Tianjin Mayor Zhou Gaosheng, not Tianjin Municipal Party Committee Secretary Song Dingyi. He glanced at the surroundings carefully, and even in front, back and forth, and did not see Song Dingyi at all.

Huang Anguo could not see the expression of Mi Zhendong, but from the side, he could see Qin Shan's expression, Qin Gong. There seemed to be no surprise. Huang Anguo was a little suspicious. If he remembered correctly, there had been no incident with Tianjin Municipal Party Committee Secretary Song Dingyi leading the inspection team abroad recently. Logically, Song Ding alone should be in Tianjin.

Huang Anguo, who was puzzled, could only stand quietly at this time, but he could guess that there must be such a special reason. He knew that he was close to Mi Zhendong, and even if there was a special reason, it was not more important than Mi Zhendong's inspection. Song Dingyi would have been absent from such an important time sword, and Huang Anguo's doubts suddenly arose.

Mianzhendong shook hands with the deputy secretary of the Tianjin Municipal Party Committee and mayor Zhou Gaosheng and other major party and government leaders in Tianjin. They turned to say something to Qin Shan. Huang Anguo vaguely heard words such as not being disturbed during this period, so he turned around and entered the hotel. Qin Shan went over to communicate with Tianjin Mayor Zhou Busheng. After a while, these leading cadres in Tianjin left one after another.

"It seems that the master curtain of the Buddha doesn't want people to disturb you?" Huang Anguo looked at Qin Shan in confusion.

"The morning inspection activity was cancelled and it only started in the afternoon. The milk chairman has other arrangements during this period." Qin Shan did not hide from Huang Anguo.

After staying in the hotel for more than ten minutes, Huang Anguo was called out by Qin Shan again. The two got into a car, and the car in front was the car of Mi Zhendong. Huang Anguo was wondering where he was going, and the convoy had already started, but this time it was not as huge as the convoy that began to come. Except for the car in front of Mi Zhendong, then the two cars he and Qin Shan were riding, and then the two guard vehicles leading the road in front and back, only four simple cars.

Huang Anguo knew that the convoy seemed to be much smaller in scale, and the defense force seemed to be only two cars in front and behind, but when the car in Mianzhendong moved, it was unknown how many people were nervous. In addition to the guards of the Central Police Station, the local government of Tianjin City paid close attention. The local defense forces along the way had already progressed and moved step by step to ensure that there was no accident.

Tianjin Municipal Government.

Mayor Zhou Busheng sat in his office. As soon as the convoy in Haozhendong left the hotel, he received the most timely reward. He held the phone repeatedly and asked Ding to implement the Guzhendong security plan. The commander-in-chief of the Municipal Public Security Bureau should keep his nerves tight all day long and concentrate on fighting this tough battle to ensure that during the inspection of Mizhendong in Tianjin, the security measures of the local government of Tianjin were foolproof, so Zhou Busheng hung up the phone.

The table is on the itinerary for the inspection of Mi Zhendong in the past two days, which was determined after repeated discussions. Zhou Busheng's index and middle fingers knocked on the table in turn, with paper being separated by the middle, making a rustling sound. The first arrangement after Mi Zhendong came was not beyond his expectations. All arrangements were temporarily cancelled before noon, and Zhou Busheng roughly guessed where the first stop of Mi Zhendong was going, let alone the Mi Zhendong convoy passed along the way.

The route is also an important part of the guard plan. He can know where the east of Yuzhen is at any time. Looking at the route taken by the east of the Nizhen Town, Zhou Disheng was sure that it was the route to the Municipal People's Hospital. Yuzhen East was going to visit the city party secretary Song Dingyi and not let them accompany him. It was both unexpected and as if it was reasonable. After receiving the news of Song Dingyi's condition on the Internet, he was shocked and couldn't sleep all night.

"Song Dingyi suddenly fell ill, and he didn't know what kind of shock it would have on Tianjin City. With his status, he probably would have a certain impact on the political layout of the senior management. This time, I don't know if it was an opportunity for me." Zhou Du rose up and paced slowly in his office.

"An Guo, did you also notice today that Song Dingyi, the secretary of the municipal party committee of Tianjin, was not among the cadre team that came to greet him."

"Well, I noticed it. The Internet was a little surprised at first. I remember Secretary Song took a delegation abroad some time ago. He should have come back last week. He should have been in the city during this period, and he should not have not appeared." Huang Anguo turned to look at Qin Shan.

"Yes, Secretary Song is in the city." Qin Shan sighed lightly. "I used to work with Secretary Song for a while. At that time, he was a member of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee and the Secretary of the Provincial Urban Committee. I served as a deputy mayor from the central government to the local government. I was a deputy mayor. I thought it was just a matter of more than ten years ago. In the blink of an eye, it was a cycle of reincarnation, and time was unforgivable."

"Don't, Director Qin, you are still young, but don't express this kind of emotion. If you say you are old, wouldn't you let many people feel ashamed? Huang Anguo said hurriedly with a smile.

"Haha, still young? He is not young anymore. In the blink of an eye, he will go to fifty. For another ten years, he will go to sixty and half of his body will be lying in the coffin." Qin Shan shook his head and smiled. He knew that if he was calculated based on the age of the officialdom, he would be a deputy minister under fifty, and would be very young. In the future, Mianzhendong would be in power, and his future would be bright. For others, he was still very young and very young.

Huang Anguo did not respond. When talking about the issue that Song Dingyi did not come today, Qin Shan suddenly talked about his past experience of working with Song Dingyi. Huang Anguo also roughly guessed what the two were related.

"Secretary Song is suffering from illness, in the late stage." Qin Shan spoke slowly.

"What?" Huang Anguo raised his upper body straight and looked at Qin Shan quietly.

"Cancer, late stage." Qin Shan nodded affirmatively, and there was a bit of vicissitudes in his eyes. At this moment, he remembered the charming, decisive decision-making and courageous city party secretary when he was on duty. How could he feel? This Hai is the countdown to life, which makes people breathless.

The carriage fell silent, and Huang Anguo and Xuan Xuan didn't know what to say, and this news brought him enough shock.

"This matter is actually no secret. The senior party and government leaders in Tianjin know this, the news. Several major leaders of the central government also know it, but it has not been made public yet, and everyone is silent." Qin Shan added.

Huang Anguo nodded gently and went home for several days. But he didn't even talk to the old man, but he didn't go to the old man's house, and he went to the crowd. The news at this moment really shocked him too much.

"There has never been a smile on his face in the past few days." Qin Shan seemed to be talking to Huang Anguo, and he seemed to be talking to himself. When it comes to the staff around Mi Zhendong, no one knows Mi Zhendong's temperament better than him. One look and another. Inadvertent actions, he might guess what Mi Zhendong was thinking. Mi Zhendong's face has disappeared in the past few days, but it seems that it is not much different from usual. He knows that Mi Zhendong is worried.

The convoy entered the Municipal People's Hospital. The hospital had already been secretly martial law, with plainclothes guards. The eighth floor of the hospital is a ward specially used to serve high-level cadres. This Xuanza Dingyi is in one of the wards.

In addition to Huang Anguo and Qin Shan, there were two guards who stood at the door. Huang Anguo and the others followed the Mian Town into the east. This was a high-ranking ward with three-story suites. Song Dingyi's bed was in the middle room. Huang Anguo and Qin Shan were both standing in the living room outside with tactfulness, and did not follow in again.

"Chairman, you are here." Seeing that the East of Qizhen pushed the door and leaning against the bed, Song Dingyi was about to sit up. He also walked to the convoy of Qizhendong to come to the hospital before he confirmed that Qizhendong would come. If there were no drip on his body, he would have gone downstairs long ago.

"Don't move, lie down on the bed." Yu Zhendong took two steps and pressed Song Dingyi, who was about to sit up.

"Chairman." On the other side of the bed was Song Dingyi's wife Huang Ping accompanying him. Everyone else in the ward had temporarily left, leaving only Huang Ping.

Looking at Huang Ping, who was in a bad state of mind, Yu Zhendong opened his mouth, and didn't know what to say to comfort him. At this time, he said some empty words and seemed so pale.

"Xiao Bing, you go out first." Song Ding looked at his wife, and still called his wife's nickname, decades of mutual support. This title has been called for decades, and has long been called for feelings.

The ward was soon quiet, with only Mi Zhendong and Song Jianyi.

"Oh, Dingyi, what do you want me to say? Mi Zhendong looked at Song Dingyi with sadness in his eyes, and he was even more annoyed that he did not care about his body. "Our seniors have told us that the body is the capital of revolution. If the body is not good, how can you do the revolution and how to do the work? No matter what you do, you must have a good body as the foundation. In the past few years, there have been several cases of incurable diseases among the senior cadres in the party, government and military. The central government attaches more and more importance to the physical health of leading cadres. What do you think you did? Regularly every year

What have you done for a physical examination? I’m not doing well anymore. What’s the use of doing more work?” Song Dingyi’s physical condition has such a big problem. After checking his physical examination history in previous years, he found out that he had not participated in a physical examination for three years. It was because he was busy with work, so he postponed the physical examination time and left it alone, so that such a big problem occurred without timely discovery. As for the doctor, who dared to force a municipal party secretary to participate in a physical examination forcibly? In the final analysis, this is the result caused by Song Dingyi himself.

"I used to be weak when I was a child, and my parents were superstitious, so I went to tell fortunes for me. The fortune teller said it was okay if I was weak when I was a child, and I would naturally get better when I grew up. But when I was inducing, there was a hurdle. If I could take it over, it would be the fate of the emperor in the current dynasty. If I took it over, I would die. My parents asked the fortune teller if he could know what the disaster was. As a result, the fortune teller said that if he could calculate it, he would become an immortal, haha." Song Dingyi remembered what happened when he was a child and recalled his youth.

A peaceful smile appeared on his face, "I was ignorant at that time and didn't take it seriously. Later, I grew up and read, and I understood more and more. The books taught us to believe in science and not superstitious. My parents told me about this, and I said that this man was a charlatan and he could not believe his words. My parents were angry, saying that the more I read, the more I talked, and said that there were gods on my head. Every time I laughed at them, they worshiped those Bodhisattvas and Lands every year, and they didn't know whether the spirit was effective. They would scold them every time."

"Why, then are you going to instill me with superstition of being a minister of Jiang?" This is the first time that Mi Zhendong heard Song Dingyi talk about such a thing.

"Haha, if you believe in this kind of thing, you will not believe in it. It depends on the individual. Chairman, you feel like a mirror in your heart, but no one can instill any unscientific ideas in you." Song Dingyi smiled and shook his head, half-jokingly, "You still have to believe in science. The fortune teller who cheated on food and drink can't calculate the disaster that I will cause in the year. If I go to the hospital for physical examination every year, this medical instrument can give you any physical problems in the examination and prevent it in advance, so I still have to believe in science."

Jing Zhendong looked at Song Dingyi's happy smile, and his heart was inexplicably sour. Whether this matter really existed or Song Dingyi made it himself and told him as a joy, it didn't matter at all. What's important is that he saw from Song Dingyi that his healthy, positive, optimistic and upward mentality, and he could not avoid the things that he could not avoid. This is not a multi-choice question, but a single-choice question with only one option, and there is no room for his own choice. He could only passively accept his destiny.

If he was aged, Song Dingyi was one year younger than him. The relationship between the two was both friends and superiors and subordinates was not something outsiders could understand. Song Dingyi was suddenly diagnosed with cancer, which was unimaginable to him. Whether in terms of personal feelings or in terms of his political territory, Song Dingyi's unexpected situation completely disrupted his layout and even made him fall into a passive state. This was a huge political loss. In terms of personal feelings, the deep personal relationship between the two also made him stay in the office all night after receiving Song'er's report on love. He didn't close his eyes. Very much, he smoked a whole pack of special cigarettes provided by the inside. The desk was covered with ashes, and the ashtray was filled with burning cigarette butts.

"Chairman, I actually feel nothing is wrong, I'm dancing around. If the doctor hadn't said he would have had some fluid infusion, I would have gone to the highway intersection today." When Song Ding saw that Qi Zhendong was silent, he was joking and waving one of his arms. It seemed that he was showing that he was still full of vitality to Qi Zhendong.

"I am sick and the doctor is the most serious. If the doctor tells you, just follow it. Don't show off again. I don't know your personality." Yu Zhendong smiled angrily, and in the blink of an eye, his eyes were slightly wet without control, and he was well covered up.

"I think it's the same whether this potion is hung or not. Instead of wasting time here, it's better to go out and do more." Song Ding shook his head and smiled. From beginning to end, there was always a smile on his face, without a trace of sadness. Maybe he felt unwilling and regretful, but at this moment, he seemed to have all seen it.

Looking at the old friend's smile, Qi Zhendong felt bitter. He didn't know what to say. According to Song Dingyi's personality, no thoughts would be expressed on his face.

"Chairman, have you studied my problem?" Song Dingyi, who was still talking and laughing just now, looked solemn.

"Not yet." Mi Zhendong looked at Song Ding in a complicated way... His eyes were not to ask, and he knew that his old friend would definitely choose to work with illness until he couldn't get up. Several people from the central government met with each other, meaning that they would wait for the hospital to have a more detailed report and treatment plan, and then hold a meeting to study Song Dingyi's affairs. If there was no way, he could only let Song Ding come.

In terms of personal relationships, Yu Zhendong hopes that Song Dingyi will retreat and recuperate. He knows that once the cancer cell attacks, it will make people sick in one or two months. Song Dingyi still looks red and can jump around, but if he comes back a month, it is hard to say whether he can still have half of his mental state now, let alone insist on working. But if it involves his political layout at the election conference next year, Mi Zhendong undoubtedly hopes that Song Dingyi can always be in this position. If he can recover, it will be the best result, but this is just the slimest hope.

Song Dingyi is also one of the most qualified candidates to become the Standing Committee member. He has served as the secretary of the municipal party committee in Tianjin for five years and has certain supporters at the top. In addition to his support, Song Dingyi's behavior and personal charm have also made him win a large number of plans to support Song Dingyi as the Standing Committee member next year, and also increase his power of responsibilities among the Standing Committee members. This is a very important factor for whether he can truly exert his influence after he comes to power. However, he did not expect that Song Ding... a cancer that fell from the sky completely disrupted his layout next year. Now, not only is Song Dingyi likely to retreat from the position of secretary of the Tianjin Municipal Party Committee, but he does not know what kind of competition the candidate for secretary of the municipal party committee will go through. This completely disrupted his deployment and caught him off guard.

"Chairman, I know it's difficult for you." Song Ding glanced at Qi Zhendong, and his brows frowned slightly. This was caused by frequent frowning. How could he not know that his affairs also caused great trouble to Mi Zhendong because of his own affairs.

"It's no hard or not. Your body is the most important thing. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, we cannot give up. Domestic experts cannot do it. We invite foreigners to invite all the most famous experts in the world, and do not give up any hope." Mi Zhendong patted Song Dingyi's hand, "You must cheer up yourself. A good mentality can have an extremely important impact on the condition. You must maintain an optimistic attitude."

"I know how difficult this disease is. I just hope to stand in the last shift." Song Ding only showed a little unwilling expression until now, and he was a little regretful, "It's a pity that I haven't given up the opportunity to fight with the Chairman in the future."

"I won't talk about this anymore. Look at you, you're talking nonsense now." Yu Zhendong waved his hand. He didn't want to bring political matters to the ward. At this moment, he only hoped that Song Dingyi could recuperate with peace of mind.

Outside the ward, Huang Anguo and Qin Shan were sitting face to face, and the wall clock on the wall was ticking. Huang Anguo vaguely remembered that when he entered the east of Qizhen, the hour hand was exactly pointing at the point. It happened to be the same. Now the hour hand and the minute are far apart from each other and pointing to the point at the same time. It has been an hour since the east of Qizhen.

The alarm clock ticked and sounded crisply, it happened to be the mouth. Huang Anguo and Qin Shan looked at each other and were a little surprised. After entering the east of Yuzhen for so long, it can also be seen that Song Dingyi has a special status in his heart. If Song Dingyi did not have this patient, his future prominence would be a question for Mo Yong.

When it was almost half past, Mi Zhendong finally came out of the ward. Huang Anguo and Qin Shan both thought about the time. For an hour and a half, Ji Zhendong stayed there for another hour and a half.

"I've been waiting for a long time." Mi Zhendong glanced at Qin Shan and Huang Anguo and nodded. He insisted not to let Song Dingyi send it out. Only then did he keep trying to keep a smile inside and finally showed a tired expression on his face after he came out.

Mrs. Song Dingyi, sitting on the other side, stood up when she saw Qi Zhendong coming out. Qi Zhendong took the lead in greeting him, "Dingyi needs to recuperate well now. The mental state is very important. Do you have to put too much pressure on him? Try to give him a smile as much as possible.

Milk Zhendong gave me careful instructions.
Chapter completed!