"Director Lin. ”

"Hmm. ”

"Lao Lin, it's here. ”

"Huh. ”

"Teacher Lin is early. ”

"Early. ”

It was another sunny day, and Lao Lin walked into the street and was greeted by a group of colleagues who greeted him.

Lao Lin's face was full of red light, partly because he had just finished breakfast outside and was exposed to the sun on the way here, and the other half was due to the continuous good news in the past week.

First of all, the first phase of the traditional culture pioneer park on Hubin Road ended, after the city leaders came to inspect and accept, the evaluation of the project was very high, and on the spot expressed a state, once the project was completed, the next specific work of the pioneer park was responsible for Lao Lin.

In other words, even if the first director of the Pioneer Park does not hang Lao Lin's name, Lao Lin can at least be a second-in-command. After two years, as long as there are no major problems with the project, even if there are no achievements, Lao Lin, the deputy director, can at least be promoted to executive deputy director.

The news that Lao Lin, who had just been promoted, was going to be promoted to another level soon spread quickly, and Lin Miao didn't have dinner at home for a week, and took Xiaoxiao around the city's hotels every day. In order not to miss Luo Li's call, he also asked Lao Lin to equip him with a pager, and then the waiters in various hotels in Dongou City often saw such a strange scene-

A palm-sized little thing, holding a pager in his left hand, and a big brother with a brick in his right hand standing in the lobby of the hotel, endlessly saying love words about the mountain alliance and sea oath that tired of dying, and often chatting for more than ten or twenty minutes......

But later, when they knew that the little doll was Lin Guorong's son, everyone was relieved.

A prodigy of a great writer......

If the behavior is not normal, that is called normal......

In addition to being promoted, the second good thing that Lao Lin welcomed was that the unit's room division index came down. Although with Lao Lin's current net worth, he basically doesn't care much about that house, but it's better to give it for nothing than nothing. The house that Xicheng Street gave to Lao Lin is slightly over the specification, 75 square meters, and it is given according to the treatment of the deputy county level. Originally, the house was only given the right to use, but not the property rights. However, after Lao Lin had a drink with the leaders of the Housing Authority on Wednesday, the agreement soon became that Lao Lin bought it at the internal price of 500 yuan per square meter, so it only cost less than 40,000 yuan, and Lin Miao's house added another rough room.

According to Lao Lin's words, this amount of money is not enough for them to buy a computer and a big brother......

Lao Lin is rich and rich, and after Jiang Ping's horizons have broadened a lot, he has become unambiguous. Jiang Ping, who was afraid that renting a house was not free enough, took the initiative to pick up Lao Lin and simply bought the house he lived in now after Lao Lin got another manuscript fee that he didn't know where he came from. At that time, Lao Lin spent 2 minutes thinking about this problem, and then while he was about to move, he carried forward the spirit of democratic centralism and asked Lin Miao: "Ah Miao, what do you think?

How could Lin Miao let this kind of opportunity slip away, and replied impassionedly without thinking about it: "Buy it! If you don't buy it, it's a bad pen!"

Then he slapped Lao Lin in the mouth.

But in exchange for the possibility of becoming a charter company in the future.

It only took three days for Lao Lin to complete the transfer procedures of the house with the landlord. The moment Lin Miao saw the real estate certificate, he felt that if every slap could be exchanged for a correct investment from Lao Lin, even if he was fanned into a concussion, he would not hesitate.

Counting the suite in the capital, in just such a summer's work, their family suddenly had three rooms.

And in the foreseeable future, this number will only grow......

So Lao Lin, the scum among the party members, has stepped into the camp of the bourgeoisie with the whole family......

"Insects fly, insects fly~"

Lao Lin, who was in a very good mood, hummed a nursery rhyme for some reason and walked into his office. The most important phase of the Lakeside Road project is over, and he can now go to see it every two or three days instead of having to crouch there all the time.

The office has been cleaned up by Li Jingjing, who got up early.

The tables and chairs were wiped with clean water, the floor was mopped, and the thermos were filled with hot water.

Lao Lin nodded with satisfaction, put down the pretending briefcase, sat down and picked up the red-headed document on the table and glanced at it, and found that it was something about sweeping away gangsters and eliminating evil that had nothing to do with him, so he had no interest in looking at it carefully, and decisively threw it aside. Instead, he picked up another newspaper that had arrived this morning, and shook it open, intending to kill the morning's time like this.

After a few glances, there were two knocks outside the office with the door wide open.

Lao Lin put down the newspaper, and saw Hu Jianhui, who was slamming the door, walking in with a smile and saying, "Lao Lin, are you busy?"

"What else do I have to do now, I'll leave everything to Xiaohai to do. Lao Lin told the truth, smiled and asked, "Do you have something?"

"It's nothing, it's just to come to you for a casual chat. Hu Jianhui sat down at Lao Lin's desk.

Lao Lin asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Talk about your son. Hu Jianhui said, very familiarly took an upside-down teacup on the table, opened the tea can, grabbed the tea by himself, poured the tea by himself, and said, "The Municipal Propaganda Department called me again, saying that let me do your ideological work and let your son go to the rehearsal of the Spring Festival Gala. You see that the city is actually not bad for you two grandfathers and sons, you see your son, it's in the newspaper again today!"

Hu Jianhui took the newspaper in Lao Lin's hand and flipped to the eighth edition of the education edition.

On the newspaper, there was a photo printed on it, and Lin Miao was typing on the computer.

- To say that this kind of can also be on the news, it is definitely Ding Shaoyi's idleness. A few days ago, Ding Shaoyi came to Lin Miao's house as a guest, and found that Lin Miao was ghostwriting for Lao Lin, typing the keyboard like a professional player, and was immediately shocked, and quickly called Lu Jianbo over to take a photo of Lin Miao. At that time, Lao Lin and Lin Miao didn't take it seriously, and they didn't think that it was only a few days later, and this photo became evidence that Dongou City's education level was leading the country. On the report with this photo, not only did Lin Miao list the award he won last year, but also focused on the point, the seven-year-old Lin family prodigy this year will go to junior high school to report in two months.

So what Lao Lin doesn't know now is that because Lin Miao's resume is too magical, this report has been reprinted by a big media with a Chinese prefix this morning. In a few days, the name of the prodigy in Dongou City should be on fire in a short period of time across the country.

"I don't want to do the child's thing, I can't force him. Lao Lin put down the newspaper, lit a cigarette, smiled quite shyly, and said incomparably, "Besides, if you don't attend this party, it doesn't mean much, my son will do great things in the future, and this kind of show up means nothing to him." ”

Hu Jianhui couldn't help but roll her eyes when she heard this.

At this time, the phone on the table suddenly rang.

Lao Lin took a cigarette in his mouth, picked up the microphone, answered a few times, then grinned, reached out to hold the cigarette butt, and said, "Come over now, what my son told you?" Okay, okay, I'll go home right away." ”

Lao Lin hung up the phone.

Hu Jianhui asked strangely, "What's wrong?"

Lao Lin pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray as clean as new, twisted it heavily, and said with a faint smile: "Shaoyi said that he was going to my house, and I will go back to entertain him." ”

"That Shaoyi in Dongou Daily?"

"Hmm. ”

Hu Jianhui thought for a while, got up and said, "I'll go with you, I still don't believe it, I don't believe it, I don't believe your son." ”

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