At eight o'clock in the morning, the sky in Oucheng District was gloomy. There were a few thunderstorms, but there was no intention of raining.

He Shengming walked on the road with a frown, in a rather unhappy mood. He woke up this morning feeling quite unwell, with a splitting headache, bitter mouth, and obvious fear of cold, as if he had a summer cold. The problem is not big, but the problem is that I can't use this as a reason to ask for leave, so I can only beat my spirit and obediently go to work - and then as soon as I arrived at the unit, I received a small task to go out on the field. This makes He Shengming only want to scold the mother of this society in his heart now.

In order to transfer out of the "Dongou Daily" newspaper, he spent several months working up and down, and spent at least two or three months of his salary just for gifts. As a result, he was finally transferred from the newspaper to the office of the Oucheng District Sports Committee, but he didn't want to even sit on his butt before he was hot, so he was named by the newspaper leader to go back.

If you want to say that people are really going for his talent, He Shengming will admit this transfer, after all, he has enough face, and there is likely to be a promotion in the future. However, this society obviously does not treat an ordinary person with no background so kindly.

The reason why the leaders of the "Dongou Daily" wanted to transfer He Shengming back was because some time ago, Dongou City launched more than a dozen key projects in a row, and some of the projects had also attracted the attention of the provincial leaders, so the propaganda had to keep up. So He Shengming actually just came back to work as a coolie, and there was no room for refusal.

A week ago, the publicity work of Dongou City's key projects this year finally came to an end. As soon as he put down the work at hand, He Shengming, who supported the original unit and became a dead dog, hurriedly ran back to the district sports committee, knelt down and begged the office director of his boss to transfer him to the sports committee......

The director told He Shengming helplessly at that time that in the two months that he had been going to support Dongou City's journalism, the bureau had recruited a new female college student. Because the number one comrade was very satisfied with this female college student, he directly arranged her in the office of the Sports Committee to meet He Shengming's shortcomings. As a result, although He Shengming is still in the District Sports Committee, he has lost his specific position. He Shengming was in a hurry at that time, and went directly to the leader of the unit to theorize.

Then, Comrade He Shengming was officially transferred back to the "Dongou Daily" newspaper because the leaders of the unit said that "the professional quality is excellent, and it is necessary to continue to stay on the front of the journalistic work to give full play to his talents and shine......

Things have developed to this point all of a sudden, even in the eyes of unrelated people, He Shengming is miserable enough.

But luck is such a thing, once you memorize the word, you really can't hide it.

He Shengming, who was transferred back to the newspaper, was unable to arrange a post at all because the newspaper was overcrowded, so the leaders of the newspaper discussed it and simply transferred He Shengming to the publishing house under the newspaper. The salary and treatment have not changed, but the problem is the composition of the establishment, but from the full amount of the business, suddenly became an employee of a state-owned enterprise.

At the moment when he got the transfer notice, He Shengming's heart was complicated.

At most, the thought of murder and arson swirled in his mind for three days.

But in the end, fortunately, he still coaxed.

It took He Shengming a full week to finally accept this reality.

And Lu Jianbo, who became He Shengming's leader for some reason, saw that He Shengming was in a mood for work, so he didn't arrange any specific work for him, and it wasn't until Lao Lin's new book was on the shelves this morning that He Shengming went to the bookstore to see the situation - just to take a look, and he didn't even need to write a press release, so he should be given a half-day off.

But in He Shengming's heart, he obviously didn't appreciate this boring arrangement.

He Shengming walked all the way to the Xinhua bookstore closest to the unit.

The storeyard of the bookstore, which had just opened for a short time, was deserted, but there were already wooden boards for propaganda in front of the door. On the wooden board is a huge photograph of Lao Lin holding a new book, and next to the photo is written the title of the book in large and bold - "Asking: Lin Guorong's View of Literature and Literary Education".

He Shengming pursed his lips, his face was disdainful, and his heart was jealous.

When he walked into the store, Lao Lin's books were placed on the bookcase facing the door, stacked in three stacks, and there were at least three or five hundred copies by sight.

"So many ......," He Shengming muttered.

The clerk who was cleaning on the side heard it and said with a smile: "There are more in the warehouse, and we have only bought 2,000 copies of this book in one store, and we don't know if there will be enough to sell." ”

He Shengming picked up a book, flipped through the front and back covers, and said suspiciously: "Is it so hot?"

The clerk smiled: "The last time Mr. Lin was doing a signing in another store, thousands of people ran to see it, and there was a woman, who was squeezed so hard that the came out, do you say it's hot?"

He Shengming was speechless.

He knows that "Growing in Micro" has sold to a phenomenal number.

It's just- I can write that kind of thing......

He Shengming thought unconvinced, opened "Ask" casually, glanced at the catalog, and showed a slightly surprised expression.

What's going on with this full academic atmosphere of social sciences?

Didn't Lin Guorong write prose? Who can read this kind of persuasion to quit the world?

He Shengming was amazed, and quickly flipped the pages.

After a few glances at the big headline, I was a little convinced of Lao Lin's personal level.

"But if I don't even bother to look at something, no one will buy it......"

He Shengming thought secretly in his heart, turning over the last editor's postscript.

I was about to put the book down, but suddenly stopped.

The list of credits that appeared on the penultimate page immediately caught his eye.

The first name on the list is Guo Heling, followed by parentheses, which reads: "The current president of Hucheng University of Finance and Economics, the former vice president of Jinghua Society, and the deputy ministerial level." "Further down, there are all kinds of bigwigs in the publishing industry who have never heard of monopolizing one side, and then the local bigwigs in Dongou City, the head snake in Oucheng District, and even the leaders of the "Dongou Daily" Publishing House, according to the administrative level, from top to bottom, until the last, is Jiang Zhengdong, director of the Oucheng District Publishing Bureau, parentheses, and the department level.

"Grass and mud horse!" He Shengming came back to his senses, and shouted numbly in an instant.

Where is this list of acknowledgements? It is clearly Lin Guorong's network map!

", ......," He Shengming couldn't help but whisper again and again. He knew many of the people on this list, including newspaper leaders such as Ding Shaoyi, who even sat in his upstairs office.

But it was precisely because of this that he felt shocked.

And thinking about it the other way, in addition to the top few people on this list, starting from the fourteenth bigwig who has been demoted to the department level, the name can be printed on this list, and the parties themselves should feel that they have face, right?

He Shengming looked at the list and calmed down for a long time.

"When will my name be printed on this?" He Shengming flashed such a thought in his mind, then shook his head and laughed at himself, then took the book, turned around and walked towards the cash register.

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Half an hour later, He Shengming returned to the office, which was empty. He Shengming guessed that everyone should have gone to the meeting, but since he was not called, he didn't bother to go to the conference room to confirm. Anyway, these will be the same, and even if there is any important news, he will know sooner or later. And if he was really in a meeting, he would be embarrassed to enter the meeting in the middle of the meeting.

He Shengming calmly made himself a cup of hot tea and took out a pack of cold medicine that had been prescribed.

Two antibiotics went into my stomach immediately.

He Shengming felt a lot more relieved, then sat down and took a newspaper in his hand.

Just after looking at the beginning, outside the office door, Lu Jianbo's slightly excited voice suddenly came: "Ah Ming, you hurry up and come with me, Lin Guorong is here, Director Ding is looking for you!"

"Looking for me?" He Shengming glanced at Lao Lin's new book in his hand, a little blind.