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Chapter 32
Chapter 32
An ordinary small business car slowly drove into this quiet courtyard.
The man in a pure black windbreaker opened the car door, got out of the car with a sealed file bag wrapped in plastic film in his hand, walked to a side door, and knocked lightly.
With a haggard face and a thin face, he opened the door, and after a glance at him, he took the file bag, rummaged through it a few times, and asked in a muttering voice, "Should it be inserted or pressed?"
The other party did not speak. After saluting, he returned to the car and disappeared into the snowy night.
Thin-face closed the door tightly, and even patched the crack of the door, then tore off the plastic film angrily, threw the file bag on the table, and said angrily, "It's probably a slip."
The room is small, with a small sun in the corner for heating, seven or eight desks are put together randomly, all of which are full of messy documents and printing papers, some seals are placed in open boxes crookedly, a few The pen fell on the ground and no one cared.
Sitting in the middle with a fat face, his whole body was full of lethargy. He sighed after taking the file bag, rubbed his bloodshot eyes, and opened them.
The old smoker not far away is wearing a gown, holding a lollipop in his mouth, and is constantly checking and collecting files. Each file bag has an average of [-] to [-] pieces of information, and he has to approve and include them in order. And stamped, and there are hundreds of such portfolios piled up under his feet.
Sitting near the door is a crew cut man wearing a green military overcoat, who is writing a work report with his head bowed. He is the only one who still has energy, but the dark circles under his eyes are also obvious.
Who would have thought that after practicing for more than half a year, it was just to come here and work overtime every day.
"Fuck, what is this?"
After Fat Face opened the file bag, he was taken aback when he saw the things that fell out, and the national essence in his mouth didn't hold back for a moment.
Thin-faced just sat down, and leaned over curiously after hearing this sound.
In this file bag sealed with kraft paper, a light red cloth pouch unexpectedly fell out. This is the first time I have seen it.
There are two words written on it, crooked and ugly.
But it's written on irregular cloth, so it's still understandable.
Thin-faced came over to take a look, then turned the file bag next to it upside down again, and this time a piece of information fell out.
Thin-face picked it up and rubbed it with his hands, and found that it was not a copy, but a piece.
And there are only basic information such as name and ID card on it.
As for his ability, aptitude, psychological evaluation, criminal record, etc., they are all empty.
"White?" Thin-face checked it twice, and under the special lighting in the room, there was still no other information, so he asked confusedly, "How to record this thing?"
The fat face carefully observed the lines used for decoration on the cloth bag, and at the same time used his index finger to draw a light outline on the table. When he was about to draw the edge of the table, he said with a long hoo: "This is from the Shen family." Tokens, but with this chroma, I’m afraid it’s more than that.”
"The token of the Shen family?" Thin-face looked at the photos on the list in his hand, pondering, "The Shen family wants to intervene in our Huainan?"
"Don't talk nonsense." After thinking for a while, the fat face began to clear the table and said, "Help me get the blue folder from the A02 cabinet."
The thin face hummed, and when he carried the thick stack of folders over, the fat face had already cleaned up a relatively clean area on the table.
Thin face put the folder on the table, and asked with some concerns: "These are the ones that haven't been pushed up for approval..."
"The list of public officials subordinate to the Huainan Provincial Special Court," Fat Face opened it, stroked his beard stubble, and said, "The lack of people is the lack of people, but it's really full... we have to find a way to sort it out."
"Cross one, can't you fill in one?" Thin-face asked hesitantly: "There are people on top of these guys."
"If you have to fill it out, this portfolio won't be sent to us." The fat face let out a sigh of relief: "If people can dig their own holes, why bother asking you to make a detour."
"As for someone." Fat Face shook the token in his hand, teasingly said: "There may be no one on this thing."
"Even if it goes directly to Qingyun, Qingyun wants the position himself, and being rejected is not necessarily a bad thing."
Thin face looked at the directory being turned over, and asked anxiously: "Then, where should we draw?"
"This..." Fat Face thought for a while, took a deep breath and said, "I'm afraid I have to give him a second term."
"If you have an opinion, go to the Shen family."
After hearing the conversation here, the crewman sitting at the door put down his pen, frowned, and leaned over with a suspicious expression.
He looked around for a while, and found that there was only a list in Slim Face's hand, and a cloth bag in Fat Face's hand. He picked up the file bag and checked it carefully, and asked in confusion: "Only these?"
"Yes, as the saying goes, the fewer the words, the bigger the matter." Thin Face shook the list in his hand and shrugged.
He seldom communicates with Pingtou, and the people in this room don't seem to like communicating with him very much.
"There is no resume to refer to, no dispatch guidance, and no learning experience?" Pingtou asked again.
"No, and this one seems to be the list that was uniformly printed after the medical examination report..." Thin-face subconsciously hissed, feeling something was wrong.
The flat head turned around, walked to the side of the fat face, poked the table vigorously and said: "Second term, the general director of the municipal special science institute, the chairman of the provincial special science institute, is fully responsible for all the special projects related to a prefecture-level city, Including but not limited to the city's special security protection, relevant talent development guidance, special resource allocation, natural disaster warning and evacuation, etc., and you have to hand them over to a..."
"What you said, this token is enough." Fat Face interrupted irritably.
Now he is annoyed when he hears the voice of this crew cut, if it wasn't for him, he would have left work early.
"Why is it enough?" Pointing to the blue folder, he said incomprehensibly: "In this document, although there are people involved in it, they are indeed capable. It is nothing more than a question of who to let , I can follow the seal and sign."
"But this, why?" Pingtou poked the table again.
"If you have experience, why don't you write a relevant resume?"
"If you have the ability, why don't you write about the study guidance or further study experience you have participated in?"
"With a blank sheet of paper, just with a token, can you take the second job?"
"It's really okay." Fat Face sneered, "If someone comes with Wu's token, I'm afraid you will stand at attention and shout..."
"Cough, cough, cough!" Thin-face hurriedly interrupted with a coughing sound.
Fat Face also noticed his gaffe, if he finished the sentence just now, he deserved the beating.
To put it bluntly, it is normal for an office to have disagreements with each other. After get off work, eating and drinking together are brothers. The only enemy is the leader who makes you work overtime.
But every time you kid comes out to scold people and find trouble, and you make everyone work overtime together, you can't scold and beat, you're really angry.
Fat Face pushed Bu Nang in front of Pingtou, and said as calmly as possible: "You have to understand what the Shen family represents. We have no right to question the people they arranged."
(End of this chapter)
An ordinary small business car slowly drove into this quiet courtyard.
The man in a pure black windbreaker opened the car door, got out of the car with a sealed file bag wrapped in plastic film in his hand, walked to a side door, and knocked lightly.
With a haggard face and a thin face, he opened the door, and after a glance at him, he took the file bag, rummaged through it a few times, and asked in a muttering voice, "Should it be inserted or pressed?"
The other party did not speak. After saluting, he returned to the car and disappeared into the snowy night.
Thin-face closed the door tightly, and even patched the crack of the door, then tore off the plastic film angrily, threw the file bag on the table, and said angrily, "It's probably a slip."
The room is small, with a small sun in the corner for heating, seven or eight desks are put together randomly, all of which are full of messy documents and printing papers, some seals are placed in open boxes crookedly, a few The pen fell on the ground and no one cared.
Sitting in the middle with a fat face, his whole body was full of lethargy. He sighed after taking the file bag, rubbed his bloodshot eyes, and opened them.
The old smoker not far away is wearing a gown, holding a lollipop in his mouth, and is constantly checking and collecting files. Each file bag has an average of [-] to [-] pieces of information, and he has to approve and include them in order. And stamped, and there are hundreds of such portfolios piled up under his feet.
Sitting near the door is a crew cut man wearing a green military overcoat, who is writing a work report with his head bowed. He is the only one who still has energy, but the dark circles under his eyes are also obvious.
Who would have thought that after practicing for more than half a year, it was just to come here and work overtime every day.
"Fuck, what is this?"
After Fat Face opened the file bag, he was taken aback when he saw the things that fell out, and the national essence in his mouth didn't hold back for a moment.
Thin-faced just sat down, and leaned over curiously after hearing this sound.
In this file bag sealed with kraft paper, a light red cloth pouch unexpectedly fell out. This is the first time I have seen it.
There are two words written on it, crooked and ugly.
But it's written on irregular cloth, so it's still understandable.
Thin-faced came over to take a look, then turned the file bag next to it upside down again, and this time a piece of information fell out.
Thin-face picked it up and rubbed it with his hands, and found that it was not a copy, but a piece.
And there are only basic information such as name and ID card on it.
As for his ability, aptitude, psychological evaluation, criminal record, etc., they are all empty.
"White?" Thin-face checked it twice, and under the special lighting in the room, there was still no other information, so he asked confusedly, "How to record this thing?"
The fat face carefully observed the lines used for decoration on the cloth bag, and at the same time used his index finger to draw a light outline on the table. When he was about to draw the edge of the table, he said with a long hoo: "This is from the Shen family." Tokens, but with this chroma, I’m afraid it’s more than that.”
"The token of the Shen family?" Thin-face looked at the photos on the list in his hand, pondering, "The Shen family wants to intervene in our Huainan?"
"Don't talk nonsense." After thinking for a while, the fat face began to clear the table and said, "Help me get the blue folder from the A02 cabinet."
The thin face hummed, and when he carried the thick stack of folders over, the fat face had already cleaned up a relatively clean area on the table.
Thin face put the folder on the table, and asked with some concerns: "These are the ones that haven't been pushed up for approval..."
"The list of public officials subordinate to the Huainan Provincial Special Court," Fat Face opened it, stroked his beard stubble, and said, "The lack of people is the lack of people, but it's really full... we have to find a way to sort it out."
"Cross one, can't you fill in one?" Thin-face asked hesitantly: "There are people on top of these guys."
"If you have to fill it out, this portfolio won't be sent to us." The fat face let out a sigh of relief: "If people can dig their own holes, why bother asking you to make a detour."
"As for someone." Fat Face shook the token in his hand, teasingly said: "There may be no one on this thing."
"Even if it goes directly to Qingyun, Qingyun wants the position himself, and being rejected is not necessarily a bad thing."
Thin face looked at the directory being turned over, and asked anxiously: "Then, where should we draw?"
"This..." Fat Face thought for a while, took a deep breath and said, "I'm afraid I have to give him a second term."
"If you have an opinion, go to the Shen family."
After hearing the conversation here, the crewman sitting at the door put down his pen, frowned, and leaned over with a suspicious expression.
He looked around for a while, and found that there was only a list in Slim Face's hand, and a cloth bag in Fat Face's hand. He picked up the file bag and checked it carefully, and asked in confusion: "Only these?"
"Yes, as the saying goes, the fewer the words, the bigger the matter." Thin Face shook the list in his hand and shrugged.
He seldom communicates with Pingtou, and the people in this room don't seem to like communicating with him very much.
"There is no resume to refer to, no dispatch guidance, and no learning experience?" Pingtou asked again.
"No, and this one seems to be the list that was uniformly printed after the medical examination report..." Thin-face subconsciously hissed, feeling something was wrong.
The flat head turned around, walked to the side of the fat face, poked the table vigorously and said: "Second term, the general director of the municipal special science institute, the chairman of the provincial special science institute, is fully responsible for all the special projects related to a prefecture-level city, Including but not limited to the city's special security protection, relevant talent development guidance, special resource allocation, natural disaster warning and evacuation, etc., and you have to hand them over to a..."
"What you said, this token is enough." Fat Face interrupted irritably.
Now he is annoyed when he hears the voice of this crew cut, if it wasn't for him, he would have left work early.
"Why is it enough?" Pointing to the blue folder, he said incomprehensibly: "In this document, although there are people involved in it, they are indeed capable. It is nothing more than a question of who to let , I can follow the seal and sign."
"But this, why?" Pingtou poked the table again.
"If you have experience, why don't you write a relevant resume?"
"If you have the ability, why don't you write about the study guidance or further study experience you have participated in?"
"With a blank sheet of paper, just with a token, can you take the second job?"
"It's really okay." Fat Face sneered, "If someone comes with Wu's token, I'm afraid you will stand at attention and shout..."
"Cough, cough, cough!" Thin-face hurriedly interrupted with a coughing sound.
Fat Face also noticed his gaffe, if he finished the sentence just now, he deserved the beating.
To put it bluntly, it is normal for an office to have disagreements with each other. After get off work, eating and drinking together are brothers. The only enemy is the leader who makes you work overtime.
But every time you kid comes out to scold people and find trouble, and you make everyone work overtime together, you can't scold and beat, you're really angry.
Fat Face pushed Bu Nang in front of Pingtou, and said as calmly as possible: "You have to understand what the Shen family represents. We have no right to question the people they arranged."
(End of this chapter)
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