Qu Xiangru’s suggestion on the surface was actually a threat.
The aning she wanted to convey was, if you don’t agree with my proposal, so unfavorable things might happen next.
Needless to say, the obstacles encountered during this relocation must have Qu Xiangru’s shadow.
What exactly does this woman want to do?
The position of Executive Deputy Governor is already high enough, and her future is also very bright.
Why must she get involved with Lingjiang?
Is she paving the way for the Qu family?
However, her family background shouldn’t be making such a big noise just to pave the way for the younger generation, right?
Moreover, even if paving the way, it doesn’t necessarily have to be done by such ans.
Song Guanchao’s response did not anger her.
Or perhaps, her feelings were hidden too well for Song Guanchao to notice.
"Then, I wish Secretary Song good luck."
Qu Xiangru turned and headed elsewhere.
After she left, Fu Ying ca over, seeing his unpleasant expression, and asked, "What did Governor Qu say?"
"Nothing." Song Guanchao forced a smile: "Ca over last night?"
"Yes."
Many people ca today, and many from other cities rushed to attend the conference.
Those who can attend today’s conference are basically all going to be on stage to receive awards.
This ans these people are the fastest-rising stars in their respective cities.
Everyone realized this point, so they walked around before the conference started, exchanging contact information and leaving a good impression on each other.
You never know when it might co in handy in the future.
"Hello, Secretary Song."
A very young girl ca over and shook hands with Song Guanchao.
She looked about twenty-three or twenty-four, with long black hair, cut straight bangs, and a delicate oval face like a porcelain doll. Her eyes were big, nose slightly upturned, and her lips were slightly thick but small.
The most notable thing was her height.
She wore flat shoes, yet she reached up to Song Guanchao’s chin.
She must be at least 175 cm tall barefoot.
In this large venue, she was very tall.
The girl said, "My na is Jiang Yiren, and I’m a secretary in the Qingyuan County office."
"Hello." Song Guanchao smiled and shook her hand.
This girl left a strong impression on him.
There’s no help for it—beautiful won and handso n always tend to leave an impression.
Jiang Yiren chatted with him for a few monts to express her long-standing admiration, then left.
Fu Ying comnted, "That young lady is very pretty."
Song Guanchao’s smile was speechless, realizing that won always focus on different things than n.
He was more concerned about how an office secretary would attend such a conference.
An office secretary... he really couldn’t think of what outstanding achievent could co from this role.
Of course, it’s possible she was here accompanying a leader.
Ten o’clock.
The conference started.
Unquestionably, the people from Lingjiang City beca the main focus of this conference.
Liang Jiajia received a first-class personal rit award, and a nomination from the province for next year’s March 8th Red Banner Bearer, along with a provincial honorary title...
The variety of awards was dazzling, provoking a wave of envy from the cadres of other cities and counties below.
Following this were Liang Jianfeng, Fu Ying, Zhang ilin, and others...
After they went on stage to receive comndations, there was still no ntion of Song Guanchao.
Liang Jiajia, holding the plaque, whispered, "Why hasn’t it co to you yet?"
Song Guanchao replied, "The strongest always goes on last as the finale."
Liang Jiajia wanted to call it narcissism, but Song Guanchao was stating the truth.
"Huh? She can go up too?" Song Guanchao noticed the young lady nad Jiang Yiren went up on stage.
But the reason for her comndation seed sowhat contrived.
ticulous work, having written several deeply aningful and insightful research reports...
Would that suffice?
While Song Guanchao was speechless, he also realized this young lady must have connections.
And such connections aren’t ordinary.
To receive a comndation at a provincial conference, her connections likely extended up to the provincial level.
One after another, the comnded cadres went on stage.
Finally, it was Song Guanchao’s turn.
The director of the propaganda departnt, serving as host, suddenly announced: "Hou Wen, the forr acting City Secretary and Mayor of Dujiang City, was caught embezzling and fleeing abroad with funds."
"At a ti when the country’s assets were suffering losses and the corrupt officials were about to escape abroad, Comrade Song Guanchao from Lingjiang City Committee stepped forward."
"He singlehandedly turned the tide, recovering the state’s assets, preventing financial disruption to the city, and skillfully capturing Hou Wen to bring him to justice!"
Hearing the host’s words, everyone involuntarily sat up straight.
This issue had been well-known to them.
It was this event that made Song Guanchao’s na resonate throughout Nanjiang Province.
Perhaps so people had never t Song Guanchao, but they certainly knew his na.
Just as everyone thought Song Guanchao was about to go on stage, the host continued:
"Deputy Secretary of Dujiang City, Chen Guanyun, and Director of Dujiang City Public Security Bureau, Yao Jinsheng, hijacked a plane, shooting and wounding the captain and co-pilot."
"With the plane out of control and hundreds of passengers facing a life-and-death crisis, once again, Comrade Song Guanchao stepped up!"
"He decisively subdued Chen Guanyun and Yao Jinsheng, and piloted the aircraft safely to the ground, saving hundreds of passengers!"
This matter was far less known.
After all, it hadn’t been reported yet.
The audience was bewildered.
Those two from Dujiang City actually hijacked a plane?
Damn it...
And Song Guanchao subdued them despite them having guns?
How did he manage it?
The most baffling thing was that Song Guanchao knew how to pilot an airplane?
Their minds were overwheld—they felt like they were listening to a sci-fi story rather than attending a conference.
No, it was magical!
Yet, this was not the end.
When the host continued detailing how Song Guanchao shot Lu Xiaotian in the head to rescue dozens of children, they completely lost the ability to think.
Everyone had the sa thought: Are we attending the sa conference?
All had co with achievents accumulated over the year to qualify for attendance.
Either it’s public praise, or a few percentage points drop in cri rates...
But you retrieved 7 billion yuan, piloted a plane, and killed a hijacker...
They felt like beings from two different dinsions compared to Song Guanchao.
Looking at their certificates or plaques in hand, they suddenly felt sowhat embarrassed.
"Next, let’s welco Comrade Song Guanchao on stage."
Under normal circumstances, applause should happen around this ti.
But everyone was so overwheld they forgot to clap until Song Guanchao appeared on stage.
When the applause subsided, the host began to comnd Song Guanchao.
First-class personal rit, city-level honorary title, provincial honorary title...
These are accolades that ordinary cadres may never achieve in their lifeti, and they were showered upon Song Guanchao as if they were free.
"Based on the Provincial Committee’s research decision, we will apply to the state for a [National Honor Title] and nominate for [National Moral Model]."
"..." Everyone was utterly stunned, their mouths agape, overwheld with shock and envy.
National Honor Title!
This accolade is considered the highest level of comndation!
Above this, only a few awards like the Republic dal exist.
And the nomination for National Moral Model was even more astonishing.
This accolade is almost exclusively granted to the industrial, agricultural, and military sectors.
A secretary like Song Guanchao being nominated for [National Moral Model] was unbelievable.
It was akin to a hurdle runner suddenly receiving a Nobel Prize.
The sole piece of consolation for everyone was that the Provincial Committee was still applying to the state; there was no certainty he would receive these two honors.
Seated in the first row, Qu Xiangru applauded with a smile, looking at the tall figure of Song Guanchao on stage, secretly regretting.
What a waste of such an excellent talent.
Why must he confront ?
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