141: Chapter 141 I might be transferred to Jiangzhou

Sun Zhendong waved at Wang Jingmin, signaling him to sit down.

He then opened the file and found that the first piece was a general overview, written by Zhao Yang.

The article still followed his usual concise style, spanning only two and a half pages.

Yet, the proposed measures were extremely specific:

Cultivate local leading enterprises + undertake industrial transfer from the East → build a complete industrial chain.

Plan ahead for the automotive, electronic information, and internet industries.

The reasoning was also well-founded; after joining the WTO, tariffs would decrease year by year, and cars would enter ordinary households.

It was a huge market cake; if you didn't prepare in advance, it would be snatched away by others when the time came.

☆Special Note: For lagging provinces, if you want to overtake on a bend, you must plan for future industries in advance.

Every suggestion not only contained Zhao Yang's forward-looking judgment.

But was also supported by the analytical materials from his colleagues.

Sun Zhendong took a quick glance; the source Zhao Yang cited most in his general overview was the "Analysis of the Current Status of Industrial Chains in Jianghan Province."

He read the analysis carefully, then suddenly looked up and slapped the table with his palm.

Wang Jingmin had been waiting until he was drowsy, but upon hearing the commotion, he suddenly became alert.

He stood up and asked, "Governor, what's wrong?"

Sun Zhendong smiled and gave him an annoyed look:

"Jingmin, the Policy Research Office is a think tank; this is what the Policy Research Office should look like!"

Wang Jingmin let out a long sigh of relief. That was good; Zhao Yang, that kid, was reliable.

Sun Zhendong pointed his finger at Gao Wenbo's name and asked, somewhat puzzled:

"With someone like this here, why were the past materials written so poorly?"

Wang Jingmin felt somewhat embarrassed.

He knew Sun Zhendong's temper, so he didn't make excuses but directly admitted his mistake:

"It is because I didn't pay enough attention to my subordinates and failed to discover such talent."

Sun Zhendong was in a good mood, so he only touched upon these minor matters briefly.

He immediately picked up a pen and wrote an instruction on the report:

This report is very valuable. Please have the Planning Commission and the Economic and Trade Commission review and research it, and incorporate it into the province's industrial plan.

Holding the instruction, Wang Jingmin was filled with emotion.

The Policy Research Office had been established for nearly a year, and this was the first time it had received praise from a main government leader.

If it weren't for Zhao Yang, he didn't know how long he would have had to wait for this praise.

When the news reached the Economic Division, the reactions varied.

Liu Jianguo sat in his office, looking at that instruction with an ashen face.

He had been a deputy division chief for eleven years, having endured for so many years, yet he couldn't even compare to a young man who had only been here for half a month.

Jealousy, unwillingness, anger—all sorts of emotions welled up.

But he also knew that from now on, he could only go along with Zhao Yang.

He now fully understood Wang Jingmin's words about "focusing on training him."

When Zhou Fei saw the instruction, he was completely convinced.

It wasn't because of Zhao Yang's background, but because of Zhao Yang's ability.

Leading a bunch of underdogs to produce a report with the Governor's instruction in one week—he felt inferior to such ability.

He took the initiative to find Zhao Yang to build a good relationship:

"Section Chief Zhao, from now on, I am your soldier. If there's anything, just give the order."

Sun Peng and Lv Bin also followed suit, each more enthusiastic than the last.

Zhao Yang looked at them and smiled faintly.

"What soldier? We're all about the same rank, we're all colleagues; we'll work together."

He held no grudges, nor did he put on airs. He shared credit where it was due.

Making the best use of everyone's talents is the mark of an excellent organizer.

With two reports released, Zhao Yang's position in the Economic Division was firmly established.

The minor articles were directly completed by Sun Peng, Lv Bin, and Chen Mo.

They didn't dare to trouble him at all.

Reading newspapers and drinking tea until off-duty time, Zhao Yang leisurely took out his phone and made a call.

He didn't expect the call to be answered in seconds.

"Wife, when are you coming to Jiangzhou?"

"Huh? How did you know I arrived?"

Jiang Nan was somewhat surprised, "I'm right at the gate of the Provincial Government, and I was just about to call you!"

Zhao Yang chuckled, "Nannan, are you silly? I was asking when you were coming over!"

On the other end of the line, Jiang Nan's voice was sweet and soft:

"Annoying, I originally wanted to give you a surprise."

Zhao Yang hung up the phone and dashed out.

He pulled open the car door and sat directly in the passenger seat.

He leaned over and kissed Jiang Nan on her cheek:

"Nannan, what do you want to eat tonight? My treat."

Jiang Nan smiled, "You're being generous with an empty wallet; you'd better save that money to buy a house."

"My mom has mentioned it several times, worried that I'll suffer with you in the future."

Jiang Nan had never been a materialistic person; why was she suddenly talking about this today?

Zhao Yang raised an eyebrow and asked, "And what about you?"

"Don't you know me? Haven't I been living in that doghouse of yours anyway?" Jiang Nan said, looking at him sideways with some displeasure.

Zhao Yang chuckled foolishly, "Since you say that, then I'm relieved."

Jiang Nan started the car, "Let's go, to my place."

Zhao Yang was somewhat reluctant, "Why?"

Staying in the bachelor dormitory with just the two of them was so happy.

Seeing his mother-in-law meant having to please her everywhere and coax her to be happy.

Jiang Nan suppressed a laugh and said deliberately, "To save you money."

Zhao Yang patted his pocket, "I'm a dignified Provincial Government employee; am I short of this little bit of change?"

Jiang Nan couldn't help but laugh, and said:

"My mom knows I came to the provincial capital for a meeting, so I have to go home tonight. Besides, she has something to ask you."

Zhao Yang felt that Jiang Nan was hiding something from him, and his mind suddenly became a bit chaotic:

"What does Mom want with me? Oh no, what meeting are you coming to Jiangzhou for? Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

Jiang Nan drove the car very slowly, cherishing the time they spent alone.

She looked ahead and spoke slowly:

"After my paper was published, the Ministry attached great importance to it and asked the Provincial Department to take the lead in building a sample database as a pilot."

Speaking of this, Jiang Nan stopped and glanced at Zhao Yang's profile:

"I might be transferring to Jiangzhou to serve as the deputy director of the Technical Center of the Provincial Criminal Investigation Detachment, specifically responsible for this project..."

"Pull over, pull over!" Before Jiang Nan could finish, she was interrupted by Zhao Yang.

She parked the car on the side of the road, somewhat confused.

As soon as she pulled the handbrake, Zhao Yang pounced over.

Jiang Nan only felt a dark shadow flash, and her lips were blocked by warmth.

After a long while, the two separated.

Jiang Nan was blushing and panting; after all, this was on the street.

Zhao Yang ran his left hand through her short hair and tapped her nose with his right hand:

"Something this big, and you dared to hide it from me? This is your punishment!"

Jiang Nan felt a bit aggrieved, "Director Meng from the Provincial Department only told me this afternoon!"

"Still talking back? Do you think the punishment just now wasn't enough?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he discovered that Jiang Nan had closed her eyes and tilted her chin up.

...

A moment later, Zhao Yang got out of the car and opened the left door:

"Wife, let me drive; I'm afraid your legs are soft."

Jiang Nan got out of the car and stepped on his foot:

"How about that, who is the soft-legged crab?"

The two laughed and joked all the way, and the car slowly drove into the Jiangbin Garden Villa area.

Seeing Zhao Yang and Jiang Nan entering hand in hand, Lin Xuecen hurriedly stood up from the living room sofa.

She smiled at Zhao Yang, "Xiao Zhao, you're finally here. Auntie happens to have something to ask you."