November 21, 1995, the twenty-ninth day of the ninth month of the lunar calendar, the month of Yihai, the day of Bingchen.

Huh? Bingchen day, what a coincidence......

It is advisable to do this and that, and avoid that and this......

Before going out on Tuesday morning, Lin Miao specially flipped through the yellow calendar out of fear of the recent messy troubles. The yellow calendar was brought by Lao Lin from Hubin Road yesterday before getting off work in the afternoon. After all, the number of props for various metaphysical activities on Hubin Road is extremely rich, and the yellow calendar in all the stores adds up, almost able to arm a whole four middle schools, which can be said to be out of the house, which is extremely convenient, and due to the influence of market supply and demand factors, the price is about 10% cheaper than other places, and the end is good quality and low price.

After reading the yellow calendar, Lin Miao felt that today was a good day - anyway, it was a level without half a bucket of water, as long as he didn't see the words "everything is not suitable and everything else", Lin Miao could basically default that the day was a good day.

In addition, the other two thoughts are: I rub, this month is so long, it turns out that it is not more than a month since my birthday? And my country's lunar calendar is so complicated, obviously it is the ninth month of the lunar calendar, the day I was born is Bingchen Day, and the Bingchen Day after a few years has been moved to September twenty-nine, this year's day, but not last year's yesterday Today, the changes of the sexagenary branch are so flexible, it can be seen that if you want to be a Taoist priest to carry out paid metaphysical activities, the business threshold should be quite high. In the area of Hubin Road, there may really be a worldly master who sells strong pills part-time......

According to yesterday's route, Lao Lin first sent Lin Miao to the swimming bridge, then sent Xiaoxiao to Bailifang Primary School, and then sent Jiang Ping to the Xicheng Street Office Building, and the car was parked on the street.

In the end, depending on the situation, he either smoked, drank tea, read newspapers, bragged, played chess, and practiced calligraphy in the office on Hubin Road and handed over the work by the way, or went to the office on Hubin Road to smoke, drink tea, read the newspaper, brag, play chess, practice calligraphy, go shopping, and show the temperament and prestige of court officials and celebrities to the merchants on Hubin Road, and handover the work by the way.

All in all, as the deputy director of the street who is nominally in charge of presiding over the specific matters of the Hubin Road Management Committee, but in fact everything has long been thrown to He Qing and Yan Xiaohai. Before Lao Lin went to the Municipal Propaganda Department, he was basically in a state of complete idleness, and he didn't have to travel this week, and the leisurely index could make Shayang bow down.

But then again, Lin Miao's darker thoughts behind her back were actually that Lao Lin might have been brainwashed by him one day, and he impulsively decided to change his mind and return to the family, and then broke off the improper relationship with some women from good families outside, so he suddenly didn't go on a business trip. And with Lin Miao's understanding of Lao Lin, after a few days, when Lao Lin gradually adapted to the new working environment of the Municipal Propaganda Department, it was difficult to guarantee that he would not slap himself in the face, and his heart was ready to move, so he wanted to go to Shanghai or Beijing under the pretext of cultural exchanges, and complain to a confidante who might not lose Qin Late Autumn in appearance, and when the frequency of his business trips suddenly increased, Lin Miao would probably be able to know. So the work of brainwashing Daddy still can't be stopped easily.

wants to be a son and a gentleman again, in order to stabilize Lao Lin, Lin Miao really feels tired......

Coming down from the side of the swimming bridge road, Lin Miao walked to school along yesterday's day, and there were many children from the fourth middle school and foreign Chinese junior high school wearing school uniforms and carrying school bags on the way. By the way, I bought a supreme luxury increased version of egg pancakes, and added a bottle of milk that was so hot that it could only be poured into a plastic bag and drunk in my hands, Lin Miao ate and drank, and after passing the shop that was rented by the lathe brother yesterday, he found that the inside of the store was empty, and there were still seals from the street and the district public security bureau in it.

Lin Miao sighed, and could only say that the boss was unlucky.

In the world, people like this sit in a pot at home and fly from the sky, which is really impossible to prevent.

The time bomb at home is easy to remove, but the cold guns and hidden arrows outside are difficult to dodge.

So how can it be so easy to be a tenant, you think that the tenant does not pay the rent, refuses to check out, and modifies without permission is called a business risk? This is a fart risk. Because you don't know if those who rent your house will use your house as a stronghold, make and sell all kinds of prohibited items, hold and develop all kinds of illegal activities, the better result is to make your house a murderous house, and it is even more outrageous because you rented the house to the shit, but he demolished the whole building. How much does it cost you, as a landlord, to heal the physical and psychological wounds of your innocent neighbors?

"So why be a charterer?"

Lin Miao sent a soul-piercing torture to herself, and then casually threw the plastic bag of dried milk into the green belt next to her.

If you don't listen to a few more trash cans in your park, you have to use practical actions to urge you to speed up municipal construction!

I, a national outstanding young pioneer, am really tired!

Standing at the intersection of Jiaolong Lane and Hubin Road, Lin Miao finished the pancakes in two bites and picked up a copy of Dongou Daily on the newsstand. Turning to the eighth edition, the title of "Looking for Immortals" has been changed from He Shengming to Di Weiwei, and the efficiency is so high that Lin Miao can't wait to smash this newspaper on He Qing's face. Fortunately, my father is going to be promoted, otherwise you guys who can't even handle the problem of garbage cans will be a hindrance to my family's Lao Lin's progress.

In particular, I want to criticize Comrade Hu Jianhui, how can you be a director!

Forget it, for the sake of your future promotion to the deputy department level, I won't bother with you......

Lin Miao burped and put down the newspaper, which was marked by five finger prints on the edge.

Lin Miao looked at the old man who sold newspapers.

The old man who sold the newspaper looked at Lin Miao with contempt and did not speak.

Lin Miao asked, "Ah Gong, a newspaper is two yuan, and you have to settle it with me so well?"

The old man nodded.

"Okay, I appreciate your unyielding majesty, and your courage to ask Director Lin's only son for money opposite the management committee building!" Lin Miao said in a tone of bullying men and women, and then immediately took out two yuan to pay the bill like his grandson.

Alas......

I feel like the water reversal has not passed......

Originally, I just wanted to read an overlord newspaper, but I didn't expect that the printing paper of "Dongou Daily" was so pure and flawless and easy to contaminate, and there was a little oil on my hands, so there was an accident......

Two steel hammers were wasted in vain.

Lin Miao was depressed all the way, and after arriving at school, she was caught by Zhang Youwei again, checked yesterday's translation homework, and handed over the newspaper she had just bought in the morning to the public - she could still use it when she translated today's chapter in a few days, and it also saved Zhang Youwei from looking elsewhere.

Zhang Youwei checked Lin Miao's homework, circled the mistakes and asked Lin Miao to correct them by herself, and then took out her own translated version and told Lin Miao to memorize it today. However, considering that Lin Miao had enough things to do, she finally showed mercy and temporarily reduced Lin Miao's translation homework from two chapters a day to one chapter a day, which can be regarded as technically preventing Lin Miao from stoggling her class anymore and wasting time by going to talk to Shayang. After all, in Zhang Youwei's opinion, Lin Miao's English oral expression and communication level is quite sufficient, and there is no need to continue to do this kind of high-intensity training, just like Zhang Youwei agrees in her heart that Lin Miao only does two sets of English high school entrance examination questions a week, it is more than enough to maintain the current state, and it is a waste of time to brush more.

Lin Miao was forced to change her study schedule under the watchful eye of her aunt.

At the end of the whole day, Lin Miao only had time to chat with Sha Yang in the office after lunchtime.

And Lao Di, who was also in the office, was still racing against time and kept writing even when other teachers were napping, but Lin Miao didn't feel moved, only worried that his passion was consumed too quickly, and he was easy to be weak in the future.

A calm and boring day, in the blink of an eye, passed in the brushing of questions and eating, drinking and Lazar.

When the school bell rang in the afternoon, Lin Miao was so tired that she packed her schoolbag like a dead dog, took Zhang Youwei's hand, and left the school.

Jiang Yang waited outside the school, with a smile on his face and a briefcase in his hand that was very inappropriate for him.

Lin Miao asked very strangely, "Uncle, are you going out on a date with Weiwei at night?"

"I'm here for you. Jiang Yang said with a smile, "I have someone to get the share transfer contract, do you want to sign it in the communication room or go to your father's office to sign it?"

Lin Miao was surprised: "Damn, it's okay to be so fast, you are so proactive, you make me have serious doubts about my moral level!"

"Grandma, a bear, was originally named for your mother, can I still rely on your little thing? Now it's better to transfer it back to your name, and I can rest assured, otherwise I feel that I owe your family hundreds of millions. Jiang Yang smiled and pointed to the communication room.

Lin Miao nodded without saying a word.

The nephews and uncles walked into the house and treated the porter and uncle as nothing.

Jiang Yang took out two thick contracts and put them on the table, and told Lin Miao a few key points in a few words, Lin Miao nodded while listening, and signed his name on the contract that Jiang Yang had already stamped in advance and pressed his finger print.

After Jiang Haifang's share transfer book was signed, Jiang Yang took out the transfer letter of the battlefield again.

Lin Miao hurriedly stopped: "You don't need to sign this, the millions of things a year are my mother's wedding gifts for you and Weiwei!"

Lao Dong, who was standing on the side, pounced, and the tea sprayed all over the ground. Zhang Youwei was busy patting him on the back, so that Lao Dong hated to squirt more blood by himself, and he could lie in Weiwei's arms to cool off......

"Miao Miao, this gift is too valuable, we can't accept it!" Zhang Youwei patted it two or three times, and then threw Lao Dong aside.

Lin Miao took out the ink from the schoolbag, pressed her fingerprints on the two contracts, and then stuffed her contract into the schoolbag, and sighed to Zhang Youwei: "Weiwei, take a long-term view." This currency is destined to expand, so don't underestimate the speed and strength of the historical trend......"