In the spring of Bei'an, the branches and leaves begin to bloom with new green. There are more cars and pedestrians on the streets than in previous years. The wind blows the leaves, the green grows, and the endless flow of people looks very vibrant.

It's just that the atmosphere there of the Bei'an Architectural Research Institute is a little contrary to this spring scene. Zhong Zhaohui has been traveling for almost two years, and during this time, his former subordinate Fu Lin temporarily replaced him.

At this time, a staff member wanted to come to Fu Lin's office to report something to Fu Lin, and when he walked to the door, he saw Fu Lin's assistant there, so he asked him in a low voice: "Is Director Fu here?"

The reason why he deliberately asked this was because Fu Lin's temper has become worse and worse over the past year or so, and sometimes their subordinates will be disciplined if they are not careful.

As for the reason, the people in the research institute probably know it. Everyone is spreading it in private, that is, they feel that what they say can't reach Fu Lin's ears.

The assistant let out a light "shh The project of Jinghua Plaza, our hospital's plan was unsuccessful, you know? The clerk had a good relationship with the assistant, so the assistant told him about it. Even if he doesn't say it, he can't hide the fact that the plan was defeated, and he doesn't have to wait for everyone to get off work today, and everyone in the hospital will know.

"Then I'll wait and talk. Anyway, it's not a 100,000 urgent matter. The man didn't want to hit the muzzle of the gun at this time, so he walked away lightly with the document bag.

Fu Lin in the office sat on the boss's chair dejectedly, his whole body sunk in the chair, and he pulled his tie to make his neck easier.

He recalled that when Zhong Zhaohui left the position of director of the research institute and was replaced by him, he was still happy, and it was really ironic to think about it now.

He had exhausted all his efforts to do this job well, and the end result made him completely understand that he was not that material.

He used to feel that he didn't have a chance to show his talent. I always feel that I don't have a talent. even felt that Zhong Zhaohui became the director of the design department of the research institute because of his family relationship. After all, Zhong Zhaohui's father, Zhong Wanli, has a very high position in the Ministry of Commerce.

So when he first became the acting director, he was ready to show his strength, thinking that even if he stayed up late with a head hanging on the head, he had to make a name.

But after he worked hard for a year, he realized that there are some things that you can't do if you want to work hard. From childhood to adulthood, literacy and talent all account for a certain proportion. At this time, he began to gradually look forward to Zhong Zhaohui's coming back soon, and he Fu Lin was still suitable for Zhong Zhaohui to be a subordinate and do his assigned tasks well.

Over the past year, their institute has missed several large-scale projects. Even the bidder of the Jinghua Plaza project said in public that the plan he submitted lacked aura, which looked very good, but it was always almost something. That regretful look made Fu Lin understand the subtext in the other party's words, which was to say that he was not Zhong Zhaohui at all, and what Zhong Zhaohui could design, although he could imitate it, what could be imitated was imitated, and there was always a difference from what Zhong Zhaohui made.

He was sitting in his chair smoking a cigarette when he heard a knock on the door, sounding like an assistant. He extinguished the cigarette butt and let him in.

"Director Fu, just now the vice president called again and asked you to come over, and he said that he called you and you didn't answer. ”

Fu Lin then remembered that when he was depressed just now, it seemed that the phone rang, but he was in a very bad mood at the time and ignored it.

He had only been back from the vice president for more than half an hour, so why did he let him go again? Wouldn't it be bad news?

The news always spreads quickly, and after Fu Lin came back from another trip to the vice president's office, a piece of news spread in the research institute like wings.

In a corner, a few young men and women gathered together and whispered, "Hey, have you heard, there is good news today." ”

"I've heard about it, and I've only heard about it. It is indeed good news for our hospital. But for some people, they don't know. The man meant something when he spoke.

Another asked, "What's the news, why don't I know?" ”

"Is there any news, isn't it that our hour is coming back? Tomorrow, tomorrow, he will come back to work and continue to be the director of the design department. I also heard that although the bidding party of Jinghua Plaza rejected the last plan of our hospital, it did not finally determine which plan was selected. ”

"yes, yes, is it possible to be selected again?"

However, the girl with glasses is a newcomer who has only been in the hospital for half a year, and she is not familiar with the original people and things in the hospital. So she asked with a confused face, "Is Zhong Tou the director you always talk about?"

"Of course, don't look at him not in the courtyard for the past two years, but he hasn't been idle, Director Zhong's Blue Garden designed last year also won an international award?

"Oh oh oh, that Blue Garden is designed by the clock in our yard?" The girl heard this, and began to have gold stars in her eyes, the design of the Blue Garden, her tutor also specially mentioned it to her a while ago, so that she could study and study, but she didn't expect to have the opportunity to work in a unit with the designer.

If she has the chance, she must secretly see if this person has three heads and six arms, how can the designed thing be so spiritual?

The next day, Xiao Cai got up early and came out of the rental house, held a stack of documents, found a breakfast shop on the street, asked for fried dough sticks and soy milk, put the materials on his lap, and ate them quickly.

There was a couple of men and women sitting not far from her, they looked quite right, and they were all very eye-catching, Xiao Cai glanced at it casually, and continued to drink soy milk. She stayed up late the night before, and she was really hungry at this time.

At this time, she heard the girl who was a little older than her say: "I kindly want to invite you to a big meal, anyway, my sister is not bad for you for this meal, you will choose this place for me?"

She didn't speak loudly, after all, it wasn't good for the waiter to hear this, as if she hated the shop here for being too small and inconspicuous.

Xiao Cai was separated from them by a small rectangular table, but they all heard it, she didn't care, and continued to drink.

Seeing that the bowl of soy milk was about to bottom out, she heard the man say: "What's wrong with this place, Qiao An, don't look down on this small place, I have been abroad for so long, and what I think about most is the food we often eat in Bei'an." ”

Xiao Cai had already eliminated the last mouthful of fritters at this time, tore a piece of tissue paper to wipe off the oil stains on his hands, stood up and held the document in his arms and prepared to leave.

But as soon as she turned around, a man ran out from the inside for some reason, as if the bus he was waiting for outside came, and he was going to run out to catch the bus.

The document bag in Xiao Cai's arms was originally quite stable, but it still couldn't withstand the man's bump, and flew out of her hand, and then a stack of papers inside spilled out and fell all over the ground, Xiao Cai opened his hands: "Oh my ......God!