Now that the security committee member has been in office for nearly half a month, as the saying goes, a new official has made three fuses, but Song Baojun has not been in trouble for a long time, and even the leaders of important departments are not seen, which can easily cause the subordinates to be in a state of fluctuation.

"Well, please tell them, I will hold a meeting in the near future, please be careful not to be impatient."

Feng Jialin said he received it.

Song Baojun arranged other things and issued a series of measures, saying: "By the way, there is an engineering team named Yakun, who will help me get the information."

There are at least hundreds of engineering teams outsourced in Xingang Construction, with a few hundred people, and a few hundred people. Feng Jialin is a little confused about why Member Song suddenly cares about a small engineering team, but she has strong business ability and soon found the registration information of the Yakun engineering team in the vast file cabinet.

Song Baojun first saw the name of the registered legal representative of the Yakun Engineering Team and said, "Let the boss of this engineering team Ding Yongqiang come over immediately, I want to see him."

"OK."

Feng Jialin agreed to go to the phone and secretly looked at Song Baojun's expression.

It doesn't matter when you look at it, the more you look, the more extraordinary you feel. Your ordinary appearance is so attractive in Feng Jialin's eyes.

The shaved hedgehog hair style that looks like a middle-aged man looks particularly energetic, which is a little different from those young people on campus who always have Korean bangs.

The sword eyebrows are coming into the temples, and the eyes are full of heroic spirit.

Not very wide shoulders wearing ordinary coats, they are both simple and low-key.

One or two cold light bursts out from the eyes occasionally, filling the aura of the superior.

The chin was shaved with a faint green, firm and calm.

For a moment, Feng Jialin regretted why he didn’t discover many advantages of Song Baojun when he was in high school?

At this time, Song Baojun's phone rang. It was called by Zuoshan Diao, telling him that all members of the Birch Security Company were waiting for notification in the open space outside the project department building.

Song Baojun hurried out and said, "When Ding Yongqiang comes, let him wait in the reception room."

When he walked to the corridor, he remembered something and said, "There is a worker named Wang Mei in the Yakun Engineering Team. Please invite her to my office."

"Yes, Member Song."

Feng Jialin, who was very thoughtful, had already felt the difference between the two people from the subtle attitude of Member Song: Ding Yongqiang went to the reception room to wait, and this was done in business; Wang Mei used the word "please" and was obviously a little polite.

"Hey, I am Feng Jialin, secretary of the Safety Committee Office of the Project Department." Feng Jialin called Ding Yongqiang, "Are you Ding Yongqiang, the head of the Yakun Engineering Team?"

"Hello, Secretary Feng, you, you." Ding Yongqiang couldn't help but make a tremolo when he received the call.

What the engineering team fears most is the safety issue. Ding Yongqiang is usually far from reaching the level of the safety committee member. He can only inspect the safety officers under the Safety Department and passively receive some training.

The Safety Committee is one of the most important members of the Management Committee. Ding Yongqiang has never eaten pork or seen pigs running. He has long been well aware of the new Safety Committee and is familiar with the phone numbers of several leaders and their secretaries.

"Messenger Song asked you to come to the reception room on the ninth floor of the project department, right away." Feng Jialin's tone was cold and without any emotion. He said without waiting for the other party to react: "Let your engineering team Wang Mei answer the phone."

"Wang Mei?" Ding Yongqiang was puzzled.

"Hmm?" Feng Jialin's nose emitted a cold syllable.

"Wait... Wang Mei is at the construction site, I will call her over immediately."

Then I heard the neighing sound of Ding Yongqiang on the opposite side: "Wang Mei! Wang Mei! Where is it? Come here immediately! It's delayed and delayed, and it's delayed. Don't take your salary this month!"

A hurried footsteps came, and Ding Yongqiang cursed again: "Be careful! Secretary Feng asked you to investigate, don't talk nonsense."

"Feng, Secretary Feng, I, I am Wang Mei, are you okay with me?"

Feng Jialin changed into a softer tone and said, "Ms. Wang Mei, Member Song asked you to come to the office."

"But, but, my work today has not been done yet..." Wang Mei replied timidly.

Suddenly, Ding Yongqiang shouted loudly on the side: "Secretary Feng asked you to do whatever you want! Don't bargain!"

Feng Jialin smiled slightly and said, "Okay, come here as soon as possible and don't let Committee Member Song wait in a hurry."

After putting down the phone, Ding Yongqiang stared at Wang Meiming and said loudly: "What did Secretary Feng tell you?"

"She, she asked me to go to the project department. Boss Ding, nothing is wrong?"

Ding Yongqiang suddenly pondered and said, "Maybe it was a routine random check. I got your name. Remember not to say anything randomly. Have you memorized the safety regulations well? If you say something wrong, don't blame me for being ruthless to you!" By the last sentence, it was a threat of gritting teeth.

Wang Mei naturally didn't dare to talk back. The two changed out of their work clothes and went to the project department together. Ding Yongqiang cursed at her on the way.

"Look at you like this! If I hadn't pity my son for being still in college, would I recruit someone like you?"

When the project department building was not luxurious but extremely majestic, Ding Yongqiang immediately put away his twelve-carefulness and informed the station before he was allowed to enter the ninth floor.

In the reception room, the two of them were so angry that they didn't dare to breathe too much. Ding Yongqiang was no longer the face that was too bullying. He sat honestly on the edge of the sofa, his hands were placed in his knees, like a timid quail.

The cold and charming Feng Jialin walked in and asked, "Who is Wang Mei?"

Wang Mei quickly bowed halfway and said, "I am I."

"Oh, hello, I am Feng Jialin, secretary of Member Song." Feng Jialin gave up most of his thoughts when he saw Wang Mei's native buns and migrant workers dressed up and at a very old age. She had thought that the other party was a young and beautiful woman before.

Ding Yongqiang stood up with a flattering smile on his face, his eyes flashed with a flattering light, and he stuttered and said, "Ah, you, you are Secretary Feng..."

Feng Jialin said lightly: "Boss Ding, right? You sit down first, I'm talking to Ms. Wang Mei."

Ding Yongqiang hit a soft nail and sat back on his original position with awkward smile, not daring to say a word of nonsense.

Feng Jialin said again: "Ms. Wang Mei, please follow me."

Wang Mei was a little puzzled, but she still suppressed her nervousness and followed behind. Ding Yongqiang also stood up and wanted to follow him. Feng Jialin turned around and glared at him, saying, "You stay here and wait."

Ten minutes later, the air conditioner and heating suddenly turned off. The northwest window could not be turned off. There was no cup of hot tea in the huge reception room. Ding Yongqiang wanted to leave but didn't dare to leave. He was trembling in the cold wind. It took him four hours to wait.

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Song Baojun came to the open space outside the building. More than 200 people sat or stood loosely. Some smoked and chatted, while others played games with their mobile phones, and basically had no regular appearance.

Zuoshan Diao, Tian Moshan, Hua Xiong, Liste, Duan Ya'an were basically there. Song Baojun was about to go over, but a slutty figure stopped him.

It was the young man with white turban who had conflicts and conflicts in the bus before and several of his companions.

"Hehe, I've been looking for you for a long time. I've been searching for it without any effort. Hehehe." The young man drooped his shoulders, laughed in a sensation, and said to his companions around him: "It's him who competes for seats with me on the bus. If it weren't for the driver's sake, I could have asked him to look for teeth on the spot."

Someone said, "Oh, that's a good lesson."

Song Baojun didn't take these birders seriously at all. He raised his chin slightly and asked, "Hey, which unit are you? Don't you know this is the port project department?"

"Will you keep in charge of which unit I have? Do you see the hundreds of people behind? They are all my brothers, so I came to take over the project department today! Are you afraid!?"

"Haha." Song Baojun was speechless.

The young man became more and more excited as he spoke, and said loudly: "In the future, the port of Chazhou will be my territory. You kid will work here, right? Hehe, no problem, I will make you unable to make it."

"In this port, you have to be responsible for your every word and deed." Song Baojun said seriously.

"I care about you to die!" the young man said as he pushed Song Baojun.

Song Baojun took a step left and easily avoided it. The young man was in a hurry, but was led by his own steps and almost fell down.

"Oh! You Biaozi dare to hide? I can't beat you to death!"

Several companions around were standing by with a laughing and hilarious attitude, not planning to come forward to help, as if they felt that it was enough to deal with Song Baojun alone.

The young man in white turban turned around quickly and threw his fist at Song Baojun.

Unfortunately, in Song Baojun's eyes, his steps were floating, his body was crooked, his fists were soft and weak, and his eyes were unstable. He was really not a good fighter. As soon as his fists were pulled out, he was slapped in the face loudly.

"Hey!" The young man in white turban covered his face and was at a loss. He finally understood the difference in strength between him and the man in front of him, and hurriedly shouted: "Brothers, why don't you help me!"

The other hand reached out from behind, twisted the young man's white turban, and tightened it with the hair inside. He pulled it back and threw it to the ground.

A majestic voice sounded: "You are so brave, you dare to bother your brother-in-law!"

The gangsters were all surprised.

The young man's back hit the hard cement floor, and he couldn't lean over for a moment. He didn't even know where the white turban fell.

The one who came was Zuoshan Diao. Several bigwigs in Tian Moshan found that Song Baojun was surrounded by a few little sluts. His face seemed to be bad, so he rushed over.

Someone stuttered and said, "This, is this my elder brother-in-law?"

"Shut up! Fuck you all stand me!" Zuoshan Diao's face looked like a cloud of frost, and he said coldly: "Slap yourself, each person a hundred times! If you don't slap your face, go back by yourself. Don't come in the future!"
Chapter completed!