"Hehe, I'll see what Zhang Mingjie will do next!" Jia Yan sat on his spacious office sofa with a sneer, and touched the leather sofa armrest with nostalgia.

The office building of the Second Light Bureau is the headquarters of the original Northeast Suppression General Xiucheng, and it is located on the most prosperous central avenue in Xiucheng. If you look closely, pedestrians passing by can even see the craters and gun holes on the outer wall of this building.

Even after being baptized by the flames of war, this building did not appear dilapidated at all, but stood out among the Soviet-style tube buildings built after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

The office of Fan Hanjie, the commander-in-chief of the Northeast Suppression of Xiucheng, has now become Jia Yan's territory. Oak floors and American wallpaper have not changed color for more than 30 years, and in a large office of more than 80 square meters, there is a set of leather sofas and pine desks, and even the filing cabinets are quite characteristic styles of the Republic of China, which are contained in luxury.

"Commander!"

"Ahh Looking left and right, there was no one in the huge office, and he pouted helplessly.

To say that the biggest opinion of Jia Yan in the bureau now is his secretary. The reason is very simple, he doesn't have his share in the house, and it would be very good for Director Jia to keep a set for himself, and his secretary really can't take care of it. But on the other hand, this secretary Xiaoice followed him for three years, but Jia Yan's authority was seriously damaged for three years, and the whole was a lame bureau chief.

That is to say, he actually did not receive much benefit as secretary to the director. If you don't get it, forget it, why should you do the work arranged by the organization? Stand on the last shift.

If you're lucky. What if the new director is also taken by the secretary of the bureau? In the end, I can go to the enterprise below the Second Light Bureau to be a small factory director or something, and my life can be more nourishing.

Who doesn't know that now Zhang Mingjie is carrying out Wang Yichun's line, what should he do if Mayor Wang is evil?

Oh, and in a few months, you're retiring. Leave me a little secretary waiting to bear the wrath of the new director?

If you don't pave the way for me, forget it. Everyone in these two light bureaus can take themselves out, but only the secretary is basically labeled as a leader, and when the new director doesn't clean up and he cleans up, who will clean up? If he doesn't look like he is separated from his predecessor, how can Mayor Wang's anger be vented?

Therefore, in the entire Second Light Bureau, the one who most opposed Jia Yan's pressure on the Industrial Bureau was his secretary Xiaoice. Coupled with the fact that Lao Jia has not been messing around for a few days, this Xiaoice's attitude can be imagined.

"Director?"

With a click, Xiaoice unscrewed the doorknob of the small lounge in the office, pushed it open and looked inside——

That's right, this was in Fan Hanjie's office back then. There is also a small lounge of more than 20 square meters. And Jia Yan was lying on the bed in the small lounge at this time, sleeping in a huff.

"Director, Director. Wake up, Director Zhang of the Industrial Bureau is here!"

The old man slept lightly, and Xiaoice pushed it twice, and Jia Yan woke up. Being pushed to wake up halfway through sleep is not a comfortable thing anyway, not to mention that Lao Jia is still dreaming.

I dreamed that I had a new house before retirement, and my grandson married a beautiful granddaughter-in-law with a beautiful new house that was renovated, and then added a great-grandson to him - I dreamed that when my great-grandson soaked urine on his face, he was pushed awake by Xiaoice.

Well, it should be a dream.

"Zhang Mingjie, if you don't see him, if you don't see him, you just tell him that he has no money and nothing to talk about! I'm a person who is about to retire, and I'm not afraid of anything!"

Although he is an old man, Jia Yan's wake-up anger is not bad at all.

"Director, I think you'd better meet him, it's a young man who came with Director Zhang, and he said his name was Hu Wenhai. ”

"Huh, Hu Wenhai, this name sounds familiar. ”

"That little blue pill that your son received recently, it is said that he invented it, and we are the mayor of the Embroidery City King-"

A complicated look flashed on Jia Yan's face, he sat up from the bed and said, "Okay, I remember who it is, let them in." ”

......

"Hey, speaking of which, it's the first time I've come here in the Second Light Bureau, and it looks like the conditions are good!"

Hu Wenhai looked at the interior decoration of the building up and down as if he was looking at the Western scenery. The entrance is a five-meter-high double-storey hall with large tiles on the floor, a tactile solid wood staircase, and dim lighting.

If a full-size oil painting of the chairman of the committee is hung on the front of this hall, it would not be good to cosplay the remnants of the defeated generals of the national army?

He thought about it, but he didn't remember what year "Armageddon" was filmed, and he didn't know if Bayi Factory would accept social investment......

"Director Zhang, classmate Hu, Director Jia, please come in. Secretary Xiaoice came down the stairs, but quite kindly led Zhang Mingjie to the door, sent them to the door of Jia Yan's office, and helped open the door.

"The office of the director of the two light bureaus is really a capitalist style-"

Zhang Mingjie also came to the Second Light Bureau for the first time, and most of the exchanges between him and Jia Yan were in the meetings of the city government, and in private, he was basically in a state where the king did not see the king.

"More than that, I think it can be regarded as imperialist extravagance, right?"

Speaking of which, Hu Wenhai vaguely remembered that this building was later supposed to be the location of the Xiucheng branch of the Construction Bank, and it was suitable to use such a building as a vault.

It can be used as an office space for government departments, which is indeed a bit excessive. After 20 years, whoever is exposed to working in this kind of place will be sprayed to death.

"Director Zhang, it's rare for a distinguished guest to come to the door. Jia Yan yawned and walked out of the small lounge, and greeted with a smile: "This - you are Hu Wenhai, right? ”

Jia Yan sat on the main seat behind his desk, as if he regarded Zhang Mingjie and Hu Wendao as his subordinates.

"Director Jia, I won't say polite words, the Industrial Bureau urgently needs a sum of money to replace the equipment in order to win the project introduced by Mr. Hu. You're making a joke about the economy of Embroidery City when you're doing this now!"

"Who is joking with you?" Jia Yan also glared and snorted: "Your Industrial Bureau has no money to recover the funds of my Second Light Bureau, and my Second Light Bureau has no money, why can't you stop the labor insurance of the Industrial Bureau?"

"This is only temporary, after we win the project, we will immediately make up the money to the Second Light Bureau!"

"I'm sorry, the Second Light Bureau doesn't have the capital to advance this money. "Jia Yan is not in the whole oil and salt.

Hu Wenhai stretched out his hand to stop Zhang Mingjie, looked at Jia Yan with a smile and said, "Director Jia, the matter of the Industrial Bureau's bidding for updating technology is a major event personally decided by Mayor Wang. Are you working against Mayor Wang, and are you turning a deaf ear to the instructions of the city government on the Bureau of Ensuring Industry?"

"Xiao Hu, how old are you this year? What is a big deal and what is not a big deal, even if you say it as a little kid? Don't think that a little money is great, China is still a socialist country! If you want to put it aside a few years ago, don't say that you stand here and talk to me, you would have been thrown into prison to eat peanuts!"

"You know, there's an old saying in our embroidery city—"

Hu Wenhai stood in front of Jia Yan's desk and looked at him condescendingly: "Don't look at your age, but no matter what time it is, I will definitely be better than you." As the old saying goes, like you, you will live to be a dog!"

We Mr. Hu have never seen anything? At a glance, we can see what kind of person Jia Yan is, this is a typical example of the so-called "it's not the old man who has become bad, but the bad guy who has become old".

It's right to respect the old and love the young, but it also depends on whether the other party is old or a bear child.

"You! The little boy nowadays is really uneducated, and I see that you are also a capitalist when you grow up!"

Hu Wenhai laughed, shook his fingers and said, "I'm sorry, you don't have to wait for anything to grow up, Lao Tzu is a capitalist now." I repeat, you are in the way of the capitalists making money, and those who know each other should quickly stop it. ”

"If I don't stop, what can you do to me? You hit me? Hit me! If you have the ability, you can hit here!"

Smack-

A bottle of ink used to write calligraphy smashed on Jia Yan's head. The old man, who was originally silver-haired and quite energetic, was drenched with ink all over his face in an instant.

Jia Yan was stunned.

Zhang Mingjie was also stunned.

Hu Wenhai tore a piece of paper on Jia Yan's desk, barely wiped the ink on his hands, and then crumpled it into a ball and smashed it on his face.

"Hehe, I've grown so big, it's the first time I've heard someone make such a request in my life-"

Well, fortunately, now Xingye's comedy has not yet spread to the Northeast, and our Mr. Hu is lucky to get a handful of forced qualifications.

Jia Yan saw Hu Wenhai's face from Zhang Mingjie's face left and right, and then his eyes turned around the faces of the two of them twice, knowing that he couldn't get back today's field.

After all, Hu Wenhai just hit his head with ink in a plastic box, and it was not a glass pen and water bottle, that thing would kill if he was not careful.

But if you change it to a soft plastic box ink bottle, it's hard to say whether it's a beating or not. is an old man who is looking at retirement, let alone winning two young men in fists and feet.

Even if Jia Yan is called now, which of the workers below the Second Light Bureau dares to make a move with Zhang Mingjie and Hu Wenhai? The gunshot in the department store during the Chinese New Year is not a secret to people of his level who will be severely cracked down on by the whole city before the New Year.

But if you are beaten in vain, how can that be?

"Uh-"

Jia Yan simply rolled his eyes, kicked his legs and fell neatly on the spot!

Hehe, the old man can be touched so casually? Hu Wenhai, aren't you rich? If Lao Tzu doesn't die, you won't be surnamed Jia! (To be continued......