Xicheng Street, which was just over seven o'clock in the morning, was already noisy. Under the big banyan tree on the edge of Xicheng Restaurant, the old men who got up early to eat gathered together, waving freshly baked newspapers in their hands, and arguing with red faces.

When Yan Xiaohai pedaled his bicycle past the front of the restaurant, he vaguely heard an old man shouting Lao Lin's name. He couldn't help frowning slightly, although the public opinion turmoil this time had little to do with him, it did disturb him.

The construction period of the traditional culture pioneer park project on Hubin Road is nearing completion.

In less than a month, on October 1, the National Day, those owners who spent a lot of money to buy a façade and signed a contract with the street will officially move in. At that time, as a key cultural industry project of Dongou City this year, not only the city leaders will come to cut the ribbon, but also the bigwigs of the Provincial Department of Culture will also attend. Yan Xiaohai has been in the streets of Xicheng for twelve years, and it is the first time he has encountered such a big battle.

At that time, as the fourth leader of the "Dongou Lakeside Traditional Culture Industrial Park Management Committee", he may be able to have a close interaction with the big leaders. But now, the situation seems to be getting a little more delicate again.

Yan Xiaohai didn't want to imagine that if Lao Lin was affected by this wave of public opinion, was transferred out of the management committee of the industrial park, or even deprived of his leadership position, then he, who was definitely the director of security of the industrial park who was transferred from the street to the middle level of the industrial park by hugging Lao Lin's thighs, would have no way to be transferred back to the street to enjoy Qingfu in the future. It is said that the tree moves the dead and the living, but the premise is that the person who moves you out also has a way to give you a better future - if the backer falls, it is not called "moving", it is called blind tossing.

Blind tossing and turning will definitely not end well.

"Damn, Qujiang Nandu Daily, this group of reporters should damn the whole family......" Yan Xiaohai muttered in his heart, and rode into the entrance alley of the street building. Lao Lin promised him that after two years, as long as he Lin Guorong was promoted, the vacated position of deputy director of the management committee would be Yan Xiaohai's! Deputy director of the management committee, what does that mean? That is Tigan!

Yan Xiaohai thought so, wanted to laugh again, and was angry, and when the cart walked into the street gate, his whole face was distorted.

The security guard in the communication room at the door saw him like this, and he didn't dare to say hello.

A few minutes later, Yan Xiaohai parked the car and entered the building, walking straight towards the canteen on the roof.

Although for the time being, it seems to be separated from the street - the nature of the management committee is currently a bit like the relationship between the police station and the street, which not only accepts the nominal territorial management of the street, but also has a considerable amount of independent management rights - but after all, the management committee building is small, and there is not even a canteen, and the problem of eating has to be solved by going back to the street. But fortunately, Hubin Road and Xicheng Street are next to each other, and it only takes about ten minutes to walk, so it is faster to ride, so there is no trouble.

I went up to the rooftop on the fifth floor hungry, and the canteen built on the rooftop opened the main entrance. Yan Xiaohai looked inside, early in the morning, there were already a lot of people, adults and children, there could be twenty or thirty in total, and there were several queues in front of the window for cooking.

Yan Xiaohai did not have the privilege of being a street leader, and when he entered the cafeteria, he could only honestly rank first behind others.

"Xiaohai, look at you so half-dead in the sky, you worked too hard last night?" The middle-aged woman with a bucket waist in front of Yan Xiaohai lined up with a bucket waist, and when she met, she was unafraid to talk to Yan Xiaohai.

Yan Xiaohai has been in battle for a long time, and he opened his mouth to speak, and replied: "Yes, I don't use force, don't you know best?"

The middle-aged woman immediately rolled her eyes: "Don't fart, my husband heard that he crippled you, and you don't have to think about being promoted next year." ”

Yan Xiaohai was said to be bitter, and sighed: "Mom next door, what is promoted or not, it's not bad if you don't die outside." ”

The middle-aged woman was obedient and listened to the voice, and lowered her voice and said, "Is it Lao Lin's thing?"

Yan Xiaohai shook his head helplessly.

The middle-aged woman frowned again, and discussed with Yan Xiaohai: "I think Lao Lin and his son are also very smart, do you think this thing is true or false?"

"Someone wants to you, and if it's true, it's fake, and if someone wants to lift you, it's true. Yan Xiaohai said, patting the middle-aged woman, "Eh, the one in front of you is gone, it's your turn." ”

"Oh, oh. The middle-aged woman came back to her senses, turned her head and shouted into the window, "Amei, finish making me pork rib noodles, more ribs, more eggs, and more noodles!"

"You said you wanted two bowls of noodles, wouldn't it be good?" shouted the master in the window.

There was a burst of laughter in the cafeteria.

Yan Xiaohai was amused by this group of living treasures, and his mood improved a lot. He casually asked for a bowl of egg noodles and found an empty seat to sit down.

As soon as he lowered his head and ate two bites of noodles, the security guard, who didn't dare to greet him downstairs just now, walked up with a stack of newspapers.

The security guard casually put the newspaper on the empty table in front of Yan Xiaohai, and then lined up in the queue to eat.

Yan Xiaohai has a lot of time in the morning, so he doesn't need to be in a hurry to eat.

He took the stack of newspapers casually, and didn't want to open them, because he didn't want to see the "Qujiang Nandu Daily" the most.

"Damn. Yan Xiaohai scolded and threw "Qujiang Nandu Daily" far away.

A few children who were queuing up and looking left and right were a little puzzled when they saw Yan Xiaohai, who was staring at Yan Xiaohai with hatred on his face.

Yan Xiaohai threw away the "Qujiang Nandu Daily" and turned out another copy of "Dongou Daily". He holds chopsticks in one hand and puts noodles in his mouth, and with the other hand, he flattens the folded newspaper a little. Glancing at the headlines on the front page of the title, it is not surprising that the leaders of our city were very busy yesterday, and went to the scene to check the progress of a certain project and give work instructions.

Yan Xiaohai didn't bother to read this kind of news, no matter how wise the instructions of the city leaders were, he wouldn't raise his salary anyway.

Jumping over the headlines at random, and glancing to the side, there is a row of quite eye-catching red letters.

Yan Xiaohai looked at it, and in the next second, the noodles in his mouth slid out with saliva......

"Huh~" A few children who had been staring at him suddenly made a disgusting sound, and their immature little faces were wrinkled as if they had swallowed a whole bag of sour plum powder in one go.

Yan Xiaohai didn't realize it, and his eyes seemed to be nailed to the newspaper.

"Open letter to "Qujiang Nandu Daily" ......" Yan Xiaohai read it silently in his heart, spent a full two minutes, and read the open letter of just over 100 words several times, and suddenly, his eyes suddenly brightened and his spirit soared.

"Is Uncle Hai crazy?"

"I've heard that madness is contagious......

The children in the cafeteria fell into panic every minute.

At this time, Dong Xibo walked into the door of the canteen, and was just about to say hello to the employees, when he saw Yan Xiaohai as if he had a T-virus attack, threw down the chopsticks in his hand, grabbed the newspaper and rushed towards him.

"Old Dong, look at this!" Yan Xiaohai excitedly handed the newspaper to Dong Xibo.

Dong Xibo took a look, but showed a weird smile.

Seeing this, the children on the side muttered again.

"It's over, it's over, Director Dong is infected......"

"Director Dong is so pitiful, he can't be a secretary when he works like crazy......"