Coming down from the cafeteria upstairs, Hu Jianhui took Lin Miao into her office, and then locked Lin Miao in the house like a peerless treasure, before running out to buy snacks for Lin Miao. Lin Miao accepted this scene very calmly, took out a not thick copy of "Southern Tour Speech" from Hu Jianhui's bookcase, flipped through two pages casually, and found that he had just eaten enough and didn't have the heart to read, so he simply put down the book neatly, got up and visited Hu Jianhui's office.

I have to say that there is only a one-level difference between the deputy department and the main stock, and the treatment is indeed very different.

At present, although Lao Lin plans to be promoted to the deputy department, the post has not yet been officially implemented, so he is still the messenger of the director of the party and government office of the street, and the office is still in the small cubicle of the party and government office.

Lao Lin's small cubicle area is no more than 10 square meters at most, and there is almost no place to stay if you put a set of tables and chairs, a bookcase, and a sofa. Usually when someone comes to visit, they can only go to the conference room to talk. Otherwise, if you light a few cigarettes in the cubicle, it will take less than 3 minutes for the entire party and government office to be filled with smoke, and a group of female comrades in the room are all family members of workers.

Not to mention Jiang Ping's existence of "never giving face to her husband in front of outsiders", which makes Lao Lin a long-term bogey, and he definitely can't greet guests on his own territory with peace of mind.

In contrast, if you change to an independent office like Hu Jianhui, there won't be so many bad things.

First of all, Hu Jianhui's office area is large enough, at least three or four times the area of Lao Lin's cubicle, even if he smokes, he will not feel like a fire drill. Moreover, as soon as the door is closed, the idle people will not be allowed to enter, and the anti-smoking party headed by Jiang Ping will have no reason to attack. Taking a step back from the three, even if Lao Lin received young and beautiful, convex and unrestrained female comrades in the house, Jiang Ping had to follow up with a dead face, Lin Miao believed that as long as external influences were isolated, in such a small space, Jiang Ping would definitely not be Lao Lin's opponent. Even in front of outsiders, Lao Lin could suppress the arrogance of Jiang Ping, who was jumping to rebel.

In short, only with an independent office can Lao Lin have his own real territory.

Unlike in the past few years, when I was in the middle level, I was said to be the section chief, and I also had my own small space, but in essence, I still shared the office space with a group of offices and section members.

The head of the chicken and the tail of the phoenix are very different.

Lin Miao looked at Hu Jianhui's office, went around, and opened a very delicately made secret door in the room.

Inside the secret door was a small bedroom, with only a bed and a bedside table.

"The leadership welfare is really good, if the single foreign cadres don't have any pursuit of the quality of life, they won't even save the rent......" Lin Miao muttered, walked into the small bedroom, and opened the closed curtains.

The bright sunlight outside the room shines into the room, and the bedroom immediately lights up.

Lin Miao stood in front of the window, looked at the "Dongou Daily" building in the distance, and muttered to herself: "The lighting and vision are so good, but the room is a little smaller, otherwise with a separate bathroom, the dead house can be ashes here......"

"Miao Miao~" Hu Jianhui's voice sounded outside.

Lin Miao walked out of the small bedroom indifferently and saw Hu Jianhui carrying a large bag of snacks in his hand.

Hu Jianhui carried the bag, walked to Lin Miao's side, glanced into the small bedroom, saw that the curtains were opened, and asked with a smile, "What are you looking at?"

Lin Miao said casually: "Look at the progress of the renovation of the old city." ”

Hu Jianhui laughed, walked into the bedroom and closed the curtains casually, then took the door of the small bedroom around, pulled Lin Miao back to sit on the sofa, and put a large bag of puffed food that was not cheap in this year in front of Lin Miao, as if feeding a pet: "It's all bought for you, and you can't finish eating it and take it back." ”

Lin Miao snorted, and while rationally despising high-salt and high-fat junk food in her heart, she acted uncontrollably to open a bag of Shanghao fresh shrimp chips, obviously there was still half a bowl of undigested noodles in her stomach, but she immediately ate it with a clattering sound.

- As a man, you don't smoke, don't drink, don't play games, don't do big health care, if you don't even eat snacks, who else can you be worthy of?

Lin Miao stuffed a lot of fried starch and flavor into his mouth, Hu Jianhui was afraid that he would choke, so he quickly opened the coconut water that had not been packaged for 20 years and handed it to Lin Miao's mouth.

"Miao Miao, what should be the first step in the cultural industry circle you just said?"

"The first step, of course, is to hype! However, we must not spread rumors, we must speculate on the basis of evidence, we must always pay attention to maintaining the credibility and authority of the streets, we can deliberately guide the broad masses to participate, but we absolutely must not deliberately induce ignorant people to jump into the pit......

"What do you mean?"

"It's that we can let out the wind and make people feel that those ghosts and monsters are indeed very related to Hubin Road, but we can't openly promote feudal superstition and say that there are ghosts on Hubin Road, but we don't deny it, we don't clarify ......"

Hu Jianhui's eyes gradually brightened.

……

Lin Miao spent a morning in Hu Jianhui's office, talking about the overall significance of the cultural industry to economic development, talking about the inevitable needs of Dongou City's industrial transformation, from the optimization and upgrading of the funeral industry, to the sustainable construction of funeral services, and drank half a pot of boiled water alone.

Hu Jianhui didn't dare to let go of every word, and took a full 12 pages of notes before and after, while listening to it, the more frightened Lin Miao's level became, and the more he felt that Lin Miao, a child, was too abnormal - geniuses can understand, prodigies can also understand, but experience, wisdom, vision, how to explain these things?

But no matter what, it is impossible to report to the organization and apply for vivisection of Lin Miao.

Some bizarre ideas are only hidden in the stomach of smart people.

Hu Jianhui pulled Lin Miao out of the office, and there were only a few minutes left before lunch.

It just so happened that Lao Lin came back from his tour of Hubin Road with the city leaders, and the director of the street was pulling Lao Lin to visit his new office like a housing agent. Hu Jianhui saw that Lao Lin and Director Dong were there, and hurriedly stepped forward with his morning notes.

In a few words, Director Dong immediately took the case.

Lao Lin couldn't hear the awesomeness in it, Hu Jianhui smiled slyly and said, "Go back in the evening and let your son teach you a lesson." ”

Lao Lin's mind was all on his new office, and he didn't hear Hu Jianhui's voice, so he smiled perfunctorily.

Lin Miao watched Lao Lin standing on the corridor and chatting and laughing with the two leaders on the street, and nodded slightly with satisfaction.

Hiding his merit and fame, he turned around and left.

It's time for dinner, it's time to go to school to pick Xiaoxiao back for dinner.