Me! A high-ranking official!

Before he could even catch his breath, less than five minutes after lying down, his phone, which was lying on the pillow, started ringing frantically again.

I glanced at the screen, and there was Zhang Baocheng.

The big boss finally couldn't resist getting involved himself.

Zhao Jianguo sneered and slowly answered the phone.

Sure enough, as soon as the call connected, Zhang Baocheng's furious roar exploded: "Zhao Jianguo! How dare you speak to Director Li like that?! Even though you've been sent to the countryside, your personnel file is still with our Culture and Tourism Bureau, you're still a member of the Culture and Tourism Bureau! This is absolutely not an excuse for you to shirk responsibility or disobey orders! You must unconditionally carry out the work assigned to you by the bureau!"

Faced with the leader's thunderous wrath, Zhao Jianguo was not afraid at all; instead, he chuckled.

"Director Zhang, you've wronged me. I absolutely didn't mean to shirk responsibility." He said calmly, "It's just that the policy doesn't allow it. You may be too busy and haven't noticed the documents issued by the Organization Department. The official document from the County Party Committee Organization Department clearly states that the first secretaries dispatched to the villages must be fully detached from their original work units and focus solely on their village postings."

He paused, then continued in the gentlest of tones, stabbing Zhang Baocheng in the heart: "Besides, I wasn't in the bureau for very long, and I've been away for several days now. I really don't fully understand the spirit of this project. If I rashly start writing, and if I write something wrong, it might displease Secretary Zhou tomorrow, and you'll get criticized as a result. Then I'll be the bureau's eternal sinner!"

"As for the draft, don't worry. Director Li is widely recognized as the most capable director in our bureau. With you, his senior leader, personally overseeing it, a mere report draft will be a piece of cake for Director Li! Director Zhang, I won't disturb you and Director Li's overtime work any longer. I wish you a successful presentation tomorrow!"

He delivered a barbed, reasoned, and extremely sarcastic speech with remarkable fluency.

On the other end of the phone, Zhang Baocheng, who was originally furious, was rendered speechless by these words.

For a good ten seconds, all that could be heard on the receiver was Zhang Baocheng's heavy, angry breathing; he couldn't utter a single word. Finally, "beep...beep...beep..."

The head of the Culture and Tourism Bureau was so angry that he hung up the phone!

Seeing Zhang Baocheng hang up the phone, he chuckled. That's the good thing about a secure job. If he wanted to do something, it might not be easy, but if he didn't want to, as long as he didn't strive for improvement, no one could do anything about it. Besides, he had been stationed in the village for two years and had achieved some political success during that time. When he returned, Zhang Baocheng would be retiring soon, and then he wouldn't be able to keep himself out of trouble.

Lying comfortably in bed, with his eyes closed, his consciousness effortlessly sank into the "Treasure Trove" system in his mind.

Looking at the data on the main interface, the wealth value hasn't changed much; it's still a little over 360,000.

He casually opened the loan interface. A dazzling array of special items and skills unfolded before his eyes. After scanning them, his gaze suddenly settled on a pill in the elixir category.

Qingjingdan: Clears neurotoxins from the brain, repairs damaged neurons, and has remarkable effects on various acquired and hereditary mental illnesses, enabling patients to regain normal mental function.

Upon seeing this description, his heart skipped a beat. Images of Wang Xiujuan, chained up in Luo Haitao's house, and her mentally unstable sister lying in the inner room immediately flashed through his mind. If he gave them this medicine…

But when his gaze moved down and he saw the amount required for the exchange, he gasped.

Ten million! One pill costs ten million!

He shook his head with a wry smile. He did have nearly ten million in his personal account, and if he gritted his teeth, he could borrow money to buy one, but he quickly dismissed the idea.

Although he sympathized with the Luo family's plight and wanted to help them, there were too many practical things that ten million could accomplish. If he spent it all on a single pill, many of his subsequent plans would be hampered. Moreover, the Luo family had two mentally ill members, and he simply couldn't come up with twenty million right now. As things stood, it was truly a case of being willing but unable, and not worth it.

He scrolled down and found that the category not only contained elixirs, but also many medical skills, such as acupuncture expertise, pharmacology expertise, massage expertise, and so on.

I was thinking that if the skills were cheap, I could learn a medical skill to treat patients. But when I looked at the prices, the cheapest massage specialty required a loan of 100 million!

"This system is practically robbing us..." He clicked his tongue in amazement. While the items inside were indeed incredible, they were far too valuable. The ten million he had was practically nothing in the system's shop.

He took a deep breath and left the treasure bowl. One must take things one step at a time, and earn money little by little. Haste makes waste.

Back to reality, he picked up his phone and began to plan tomorrow's work. The top priority for the first secretary stationed in the village is to strengthen Party building, which is his duty.

He opened WeChat and sent a message to the village party secretary Luo Shuishan and the village director Luo Mingqun: "Secretary Luo, Director Luo, please come to the village committee for a meeting at nine o'clock tomorrow morning to carry out the study of 'three meetings and one lesson' and to report on the recent village affairs arrangements."

A few minutes later, Luo Ming replied: "Received, Secretary Zhao, will attend on time tomorrow."

But Luo Shuishan's side remained silent for a long time, as if the clay had disappeared into the sea.

He waited a while, then simply dialed Luo Shuishan's number. A long, drawn-out "beep beep" sound came from the receiver, and the call was automatically disconnected without anyone answering.

He tossed his phone aside, sneered, and knew perfectly well that Luo Shuishan, that old fox, had definitely seen it and was deliberately ignoring it. He probably didn't want to cooperate with his work and wanted to give this new young secretary a hard time. But he didn't care; the notification had already been delivered. He would be polite first and then forceful.

With his hands behind his head, he began to ponder the situation from today's field visit.

What Luo Shuishan said in town before was true; the bumpy roads in Luojia Village really needed repair. However, the 500,000 yuan special fund allocated by the county was intercepted. Moreover, after measuring the area today, he realized that to properly pave all the main roads and alleys in the village and solve the problem of raising the roadbed and drainage for each household, 500,000 yuan was not enough. It would require at least 800,000 or 900,000 yuan, or even more than a million yuan.

He has the money in his personal account, but he would never pay for the repairs out of his own pocket.

Work is work, and personal life is personal life. Public and private matters should never be confused. If a village secretary spends millions of yuan of his own money to repair roads in the village, the higher authorities will not think he is noble and virtuous. They will immediately send the discipline inspection commission to investigate the source of his funds!

But if he asked the bureau for money... he shook his head. Zhang Baocheng was so angry he wanted to tear him apart. He was just grateful if Zhang didn't make things difficult for him. How could he possibly approve the road repair funds?

After thinking it over and over, I still couldn't come up with a solution. I glanced at the time and it was almost ten o'clock, so I decided to stop thinking about it, turn off the lights, and go to sleep.