After lunch, people tend to get sleepy.

Lin Guorong sat in his empty office and yawned long.

The work on the street is good, especially after the main stock level is raised, the salary has risen a little, and the independent office has finally been arranged, but I always feel that it is still worse than the experience of the original district sanitation cleaning management office.

It is said that in the original unit, although Lin Guorong was only a deputy director, he was in charge of daily work. Since the director of the institute has been working on a temporary basis all the year round, dozens of people in the institute are all in charge of him, and even the finances of the institute are also in charge of him. In the nineties, he was able to handle the annual financial amount of seven or eight million, and Lin Guorong could be regarded as having faced the world earlier.

Sometimes Lin Guorong inevitably thinks why he took the initiative to apply for a job transfer.

If he has been mixing in the institute, sooner or later the position of the director will be his, and if he is lucky, in a few years, it is not impossible to become a deputy director. In that case, wouldn't it be a stable deputy department?

But on second thought, it's not necessarily bad to come out.

As the saying goes, if you don't transfer often, where will you get the chance of promotion?

It's not that he has only been in Xicheng Street for a few months, and he immediately changed from the deputy stock level to the main stock level, and it seems that he should have made money.

Lin Guorong stood up and touched his belly, he ate a little bit at noon.

There are a total of 6 people on duty on the street today, in addition to him, there is also 1 leader Hu Jianhui, as well as 1 section member of the urban construction office, 1 temporary worker who does not know which department, and 2 security guards who guard the door. Lunch was eaten by four people except the security guard, and he drank a lot of wine with the section member of the street urban construction office, and the table was full of dishes, and there was nothing left over. Lin Guorong talked a lot after drinking, but today's interest was more average, because there were no beautiful lesbians to tease at the wine table.

Although Hu Jianhui is Lin Guorong's nobleman, he single-handedly promoted Lin Guorong to the position of chief of the urban management section, but Lin Guorong's brain circuit has always been clear, but he does not have too strong gratitude to Hu Jianhui. In Lin Guorong's mind, sooner or later, he will have to be on an equal footing with Hu Jianhui, and whenever he wants in the future, he will have the opportunity to repay such a small favor.

Let's say, when the neighborhood office meeting votes.

Lin Guorong thought so, and his mind cleared up a lot.

In other words, when will I be able to get a deputy subject?

Lin Guorong looked out the window very melancholy, there was a big tree outside, and I didn't know what kind of tree it was, and it had begun to shed its leaves.

This year, in the blink of an eye, will pass again, and by the next year, he will be 35 years old.

35 years old is actually quite young in the system, but Lin Guorong can't wait to go further.

A few days ago, the precious son of the family just gave him a new concept of popular science.

Cadres at the unit level should not be called "officials" but should be called "officials"; when they are promoted to deputy departments and have a cadre establishment, they are the real "officials."

Lin Guorong has read little, but his vision is not nothing.

As soon as the baby son said this, he immediately felt that Zhen Nima made sense.

However, for Lin Miao's other suggestion - let him join the party as soon as possible, Lin Guorong was a little unimpressed.

Middle-level cadres in organs who want to join the party are actually very convenient, and it is nothing more than a matter of handing over an application for joining the party. Many years ago, his leaders came to mobilize him, but Lin Guorong never bothered to agree.

Lin Guorong's inner thoughts are actually quite naïve.

He always felt that party membership was dispensable, and whether he could be promoted or not depended on the relationship.

If you don't say what is far away, you can say what is near.

Hu Jianhui, who is on duty with him today, as a female intellectual of an ethnic minority, has never joined the party, and now he is not so easy to promote, and he is only 30 years old this year - if it weren't for Hu Jianhui's true beauty, with the dark world view established by Lin Guorong when he was young, he might have to think about something else.

It is precisely because of this immediate example that Lin Guorong is now more and more ignoring the clear rules of the organization, and recently his mind is full of how to shoot the sycophants of district leaders and even city leaders.

"Why don't you go to the District Political and Legal Committee tomorrow, I don't know if Lao Zhang is ......" Lin Guorong muttered silently, and walked back to his desk boredly.

The body that was getting heavier and heavier sat down on the newly purchased leather chair of the unit, making a squeaky sound.

He reached over and picked up the teacup resting on the messy pile of newspapers and took a slight sip.

The tea brewed in the morning is already cold. But Lin Guorong didn't pay attention to this, he put down the teacup, took out a few manuscripts with a special calligraphy style from the drawer, and savored them.

This is the manuscript of Lin Miao's "Miscellaneous Conversations in the Small Courtyard".

In order to avoid boredom on duty, Lin Guorong specially stole it out of his home.

Regarding the articles in "Miscellaneous Conversations in the Small Courtyard" itself, Lin Guorong honestly can't see anything good, but he does know that he will definitely not be able to write such an article - because even if he is allowed to read it, he can't even be sure whether he really understands the meaning of the long sentences in many places in the article, and as for some dark metaphors, he can't see it at all.

So the only thing Lin Guorong can appreciate is his son's elegant calligraphy.

"This character is written with a taste...... Lin Guorong looked at it for a while, looked a little upset, took out a pen again, and copied it directly on the newspaper. It's just that Lin Miao's self-created Yeluzi font is a bit incompatible with Lin Guorong's perennial use of the "organ body", Rao is Lin Guorong's calligraphy attainments are already in the house, but no matter how he imitates, he still can't grasp the essence of Lin Miao's font, and after writing for 20 minutes, he had to give up.

"I don't know which old man taught it in his dream, this bend ...... No one would be so crutchet! But the crutches are really delicious......" Lin Guorong put down his pen, holding Lin Miao's manuscript in his hand, and kept talking to himself.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door, and a woman asked outside the door, "Lao Lin, are you resting?"

"Awake!" Lin Guorong replied immediately.

The street duty usually has nothing to do, but since I'm here, I still have to spare a little brain.

He immediately stood up, walked over and opened the door.

Hu Jianhui walked in from outside with a smile, and saw a pile of newspapers on Lin Guorong's desk, with a lot of words scattered on it, and asked with a smile: "What about practicing calligraphy?"

"Write whatever you want. Lin Guorong said politely.

Hu Jianhui walked to the table, picked up Lin Miao's manuscript with great discernment, and asked, "Is this the article you wrote?"

"Not mine, my son wrote it. Lin Guorong hurriedly said, with a hundred and twenty points of pride on his face.

Hu Jianhui couldn't help but be stunned and asked, "You have two sons?"

Lin Guorong was also stunned, and asked rhetorically: "Why do you ask that? I am only a son......

"A son?" Hu Jianhui's expression was even more surprised, "The 6-year-old one?"

"Lao Hu, you haven't drunk at noon, how can you speak incoherently?" Lin Guorong smiled, "I just have one son, not this son, which son can it be?"

Hu Jianhui looked at the piece of paper in his hand, and couldn't help but shake his head and smiled: "Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible." Who can write such words without more than ten years of effort?"

"Can my son be compared with ordinary people?" Lin Guorong said arrogantly, saying that my son had received "higher education". How can you ordinary people imagine such a thing as apprenticing in a dream?

"Really?" Hu Jianhui couldn't help but shake when she heard Lin Guorong's determined tone, and couldn't help but sigh, "Then your son is too good, what a genius." Mathematics won the first prize in the district, and calligraphy is so good, when will it be brought to the unit, let's all see!"

Lin Guorong was said by Hu Jianhui, and his vanity couldn't help but be greatly satisfied.

He smiled and nodded: "Let's see when I'm free, my son is also very busy now, he has to go to class every day, and sometimes he has to make up classes on weekends, and then the city's math competition is about to start, he still has to train." ”

Hu Jianhui nodded, but her attention was already unconscious, attracted by the meaning contained in Lin Miao's words.

She silently walked to the sofa in the office and sat down, staring at the article, and was fascinated by it.

A thirty-year-old woman, who should be emotional, is still very emotional.

Lin Miao's half-chicken soup writing method almost began with a sentence, which deeply attracted Hu Jianhui's heart.

Lin Guorong didn't bother Hu Jianhui, but just looked at her strangely, unable to understand why Hu Jianhui was so interested in what Lin Miao wrote, and it could even be said that she seemed to be obsessed with it.

"Is it so well written? Why can't I see it at all?" Lin Guorong observed Hu Jianhui's expression with a cow chewing peony mentality.

I saw Hu Jianhui smiling sometimes and frowning, she looked very slowly, word by word, and it took two or three minutes to turn a page, and as she read further back, her eyes gradually became a little mist.

Ten minutes later, when Hu Jianhui finished reading the last sentence, she raised her head slightly, slowly inhaled, and slowly exhaled, and after a while, she sighed: "Well written, there is a level ......."

Lin Guorong laughed.

Immediately afterward, I immediately listened to Hu Jianhui and said: "Lao Lin, I was almost deceived by you." If your son can write an article like this, I'll give you this piece of paper!"

"Hey, what are you talking about, I watched my son write word by word, can I still lie to you?" Lin Guorong was anxious.

Hu Jianhui saw Lin Guorong's serious appearance, and he was also confused.

There were 100,000 disbeliefs written on her face, and she said frantically: "It's impossible, such a sophisticated writing, this kind of skill, I'm serious, you let me write it, and I ...... I may not be able to write so well!Lao Lin, I really can't believe it, your son is only 6 years old, right?"

"This kind of thing, depending on the talent......" Lin Guorong believed his son's nonsense, but he was not stupid after all, knowing that such a thing as "apprenticeship in a dream" could not be taken out and said, so he could only reluctantly perfunctory Hu Jianhui.

"Lao Lin, it's not that I can't believe you, if your son really has such skills, there are too many articles that can be done here. Hu Jianhui is currently in charge of the "education, culture, sports and health" of Xicheng Street, and her thoughts flew to her own work, and she said very seriously, "Do you want me to find someone to help promote your son, which school is your son going to school in now?"

Lin Guorong replied: "Bailifang Primary School. ”

"Oh...... Bailifang Primary School, the principal is Jin Jing, right? Miao Xiaoqiu is the vice principal, right?" Hu Jianhui was familiar with the business, and in a few seconds, he remembered who the person in charge of the school was, and then shouted urgently, "In this way, I will find someone to come over now, the editor of the most professional publishing house in Dongou City, and let the insider take a look at what your son wrote." If people say yes, we will find a way to publish another newspaper for him, didn't we just publish an article last month......?

Hu Jianhui said quickly.

If this thing is done, it will not only be the results of Bailifang Primary School, but also her Hu Jianhui's political achievements!

A small street, if you can make a stylistic movement, then the leader in charge is not allowed to accompany the heavens?

"Okay...... You can give it a try......" Lin Guorong's brain was already a little pumped at this time, he just mechanically agreed first, but after a few minutes, just when Hu Jianhui was holding the phone in his office and communicating with the editor on the other side, he suddenly shouted again, "Eh! Wait a minute! Wait, wait, wait, wait! My son is going to write a book for publication, and he can't publish it in the newspaper right away!"

Hu Jianhui just finished speaking and hung up the phone.

She turned her head, looked at Lin Guorong in a daze, and asked with a shocked face, "What book is your son going to publish?"

Lin Guorong explained the situation in two sentences.

Hu Jianhui couldn't help but exclaim: "Is there still anything at home?"

"There are several more!" said Lin Guorong.

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry home, call a Fiat back. Hu Jianhui hurriedly pushed Lin Guorong out, and said with indescribable excitement, "Take it all over and let people take a good look at it." ”

"Who? Who did you call?" asked Lin Guorong with a confused smile as he walked out.

Hu Jianhui replied succinctly: "Lu Jianbo, deputy editor-in-chief of the literary edition of Dongou Daily. ”