"Director Lin, it's been a long time since you've been eating?"

Early in the morning of Wednesday morning, Lao Lin took Lin Miao and sat in the special private room for canteen leaders on the top floor of the street building.

Lao Lin nodded tiredly, he didn't want to speak at all, he obviously didn't have a good rest last night.

The aunt put the two bowls of pork rib noodles in front of the grandfather and son, glanced at Lin Miao more, and stopped talking for another two seconds, but she still couldn't help but ask: "Director Lin, did you read the newspaper yesterday?"

Lao Lin Meng raised his head and asked angrily: "What, does it have anything to do with you?"

"No, no, just ask, you eat slowly......" The aunt walked out of the private room with a smile on her face, closed the door with her hand, and then the next second, the smile on her face was taken back, and she muttered, "What's the big deal, it's not for money, the newspapers are published and no one will say, can you block my mouth, can I stop the mouth of the world......"

The aunt felt that she was very righteous in her heart, and at the same time, she thought that since Lin Miao's prodigy aura was fake, then Lao Lin's official child was very likely to be bought with money.

She rolled her eyes, turned around and walked towards the back kitchen, but met Xu Jiachang head-on, and immediately changed her face and grinned.

"Director Xu, what are you eating?"

"Whatever, do whatever you want, hurry up, I'll have to go to the district for a meeting later." Xu Jiachang also looked lacking in energy, and after squatting outside for half a year to maintain stability, his hair was half white after his thirty-eighth birthday.

The aunt left in a hurry.

Xu Jiachang pushed open the door of the private room, and when he saw Lin Miao and Lao Lin, he was slightly stunned at first, and then sat down calmly.

If there is no big problem, he should be promoted to the main department within a year, and he will definitely be transferred away at that time. So now that it's all here, there's really no need for him to make the relationship with Lao Lin more and more stiff.

"Lao Lin, it seems that someone wants to harm you. After Xu Jiachang was quiet for a while, he said straight to the point, "I heard that someone in the city asked you for a meeting last night?"

In the big fart place in Oucheng District, there are really no secrets in the system. Only one night later, Lao Lin's every move on the cusp of the storm was monitored in real time by the city's people who love to watch the excitement.

Lao Lin didn't feel strange, and said weakly with weak physical strength: "Small things, the problem has been solved." ”

"Solved?" Xu Jiachang smiled, "Qujiang Nandu Daily apologized?"

"No need, this kind of thing, just leave him alone. Lao Lin was not in the mood to say more, on the one hand, he didn't like to talk to Xu Jiachang, on the other hand, according to Luo Wanzhou's instructions, before the public opinion completely cooled down, they, the "people involved in the case", should keep quiet, and talk as little as possible, so as not to talk too much and make unnecessary variables.

When Xu Jiachang saw Lao Lin like this, he no longer had a hot face and a cold butt.

He closed his mouth and turned to look at Lin Miao.

Lin Miao grinned at Xu Jiachang.

Xu Jiachang smiled in return and nodded slightly.

Whether Lin Miao is a prodigy or not, Xu Jiachang didn't dare to pack a ticket. But at least, he had seen Lin Miao's performance different from ordinary children, and he knew very well in his heart that whether it was knowledge or knowledge, this little bean Ding was far superior to the uncompetitive kid in his own family.

And Xu Fengfan is no longer angry, it is also a good student in the primary school stage, one in the city!

"Alas......" Xu Jiachang felt that the two men and sons of the Lin family might be coming to an end.

It's just a pity that Lin Miao, a good seedling, doesn't know how many white eyes and ridicule he will have to live with in the future, if he doesn't do it well, a promising star of tomorrow will fall into the saliva of the people.

How terrible the mouths of ordinary people are, ordinary people may not know.

But he, Xu Jiachang, couldn't be clearer about this......

The room fell silent, except for the sound of noodles eating.

The aunt cooked a bowl of wontons for Xu Jiachang, and Xu Jiachang arrived later, but finished eating it first.

After breakfast, he went straight out.

Walking out of the cafeteria and going downstairs, walking around the corner of the fourth floor, Xu Jiachang glanced at the party and government office with the door open.

Half a year ago, when Dai Jianwu had not yet regressed from cerebral hemorrhage, Lao Lin also shouted that his son was going to publish a book, but after arguing for a long time, the child's book did not come out, and he himself published three books in one go, and it became popular all over the country in the blink of an eye.

Xu Jiachang actually always suspected something in his heart, but because this speculation was so ridiculous, he never mentioned it to anyone.

A six- or seven-year-old child ghostwrote three books for his father, and one of them was so academic that even he, a veteran college student, felt admiration when he read it.

"Lao Lin definitely doesn't have this level. Xu Jiachang muttered in his heart and walked in front of the party and government office.

Back in his office, today's newspaper was already on the desk.

Xu Jiachang didn't have Lao Lin's spare time, so he cleaned up the newspaper and put it on the newspaper shelf.

As soon as the newspaper was removed, the few books that had been placed on the table were revealed. Xu Jiachang sat on a chair and stared at the shiny cover of "Ask: Lin Guorong's View of Literature" for a long time, then shook his head, opened the drawer, and stuffed the book in.

"It's over. Xu Jiachang muttered to himself, and sentenced Lao Lin in his heart.

……

At half past seven in the morning, the lights were lit up in Room 303 of Jingshan Sanatorium in Oucheng District.

A stout middle-aged female nurse shook the handle beside the hospital bed quickly and roughly. The upper part of the hospital bed slowly rose, and Dai Jianwu, who was lying on the bed with a crooked mouth and eyes, also opened his eyes.

"Uh...... ......"As soon as Dai Jianwu woke up, he wanted to read the newspaper.

The nurse was full of impatience, helped him sit upright, put clothes on him, and said irritably: "I know, I know, my eyes have just opened, I want this and that, it's really annoying! Do you want to pee?"

Dai Jianwu shook his head, yelled at by the nurse, and didn't care too much about it.

- After all, I'm used to it......

The nurse quickly completed the task, and Dai Jianwu sat on the bed and reached out to pick up the newspaper.

His situation is different from other paralyzed patients, ordinary paralyzed patients often recover their legs first, while he recovers his hands first. Now he can't walk, his mouth is crooked, and his speech is leaky, but the function of his two hands is basically the same as that of ordinary people.

Not only can you grasp things, but you can also write, but it can be a bit troublesome to do high-precision work such as needlework.

But it doesn't matter, those jobs don't need to be done by him, an old cadre who enjoys section-level treatment after retiring from illness.

Dai Jianwu first flipped through his favorite "Dongou Daily", glanced at the headlines a few times, and felt that a few of the news were quite interesting, so he put down the newspaper first and saved waiting for the afternoon to read again.

After reading "Dongou Daily", he picked up a sanatorium and didn't order it, so he specially asked his son Dai Guobin to help buy "Qujiang Nandu Daily".

However, because Dai Guobin himself has to go to work, he usually doesn't come much, so he saves several days of newspapers at a time and sends them over together. Dai Guobin came late yesterday and came at 8 o'clock in the evening.

Dai Jianwu developed the habit of going to bed early and getting up early in the sanatorium, and he didn't stay up late to fight last night, so he opened the newspaper at this time.

He opened the newspaper in a good mood, thinking with some anticipation in his heart, today is Wednesday, and for breakfast today, he can eat the luxurious version of the egg cake with ingredients that the canteen master of the nursing home is best at, while thinking, he glanced at the newspaper casually.

But at this moment, the blood in his body suddenly seemed to freeze.

The next second, he had another precursor of a stroke.

Dai Jianwu opened the eighth page of the newspaper like crazy, and his whole person trembled because of excessive excitement.

The nurse walked in with a freshly washed and wet urinal, and when he saw that Dai Jianwu was about to finish, he was so frightened that he hurriedly shouted: "Doctor Hu! Doctor Hu! The old man is dying!"

"You can't do it!" Dai Jianwu, who had been talking for half a year, suddenly became articulate.

When the nurse heard this, he was stunned, and saw Dai Jianwu pointing to the cabinet opposite the bed and said, "Bring me the paper and pen, and call my son!"

The nurse stood still and didn't dare to move, showing a face full of joy: "Wear ...... Director Dai, your mouth is not crooked!"

Dai Jianwu moved the corners of his mouth, raised his head and laughed: "Lin Guorong, it seems that this is God's meaning!"

The nurse was confused.

……

Half an hour later, Dai Guobin hurried over and sat in the ward for more than ten minutes.

At 8:20 a.m., an anonymous letter was dropped into the mailbox at the foot of the Jingshan Sanatorium......