After Zhang Liangyu listened to Ding Changlin's explanation, he didn't have any expression on his face, but said: "Ding Changlin, you have to think clearly, what do you have to tell me now, I may help you, don't regret it then, by the way, I heard that you were kicked to the Cultural Relics Bureau?"

Ding Changlin was stunned, he heard it right, Zhang Liangyu said that he was kicked to the Cultural Relics Bureau, not transferred.

"Yes, thanks to you, you should be satisfied with this result! If there is nothing wrong, Director Zhang, please go back, I am going to make a living." Ding Changlin said with great emotion, if he hadn't offended this female devil, if he hadn't been treated as a suspect, would he be like a rat crossing the street? And his self-esteem was also hurt by Zhang Liangyu's sentence kicked to the Cultural Relics Bureau.

Zhang Liangyu saw that Ding Changlin was so ignorant, and he didn't bother to explain, put away the notebook, and then got up and walked out of the door, Ding Changlin also took his bag and prepared to go out, and met several neighbors along the way, all of whom looked at this scene curiously, so after they left, the neighbors began to spread that Ding Changlin was taken away by the police.

Ding Changlin searched for a long time on the map on his mobile phone to find the location of the Cultural Relics Bureau, but it was not very far from his home, so he decided to walk.

A dilapidated courtyard, it looks like a land temple rebuilt, but there are very few such old buildings, and the ones that should not be demolished have been demolished almost, and a pair of stone lions at the door have long lost their facial features, and it seems that they have been worn away by the years.

"Who are you looking for?" asked an old man at the door, seeing a living man coming in, and pushed open the window of the communication room.

"Well, I'm here to report, who should I look for?" Ding Changlin asked.

The old man heard that Ding Changlin was here to report, so he closed the window, and there was no follow-up, Ding Changlin felt that it was strange here, and continued to walk inside, and when he arrived at the office, he saw a middle-aged man wearing sleeves and writing something on the desk.

"Hello comrade, I'm here to report". Ding Changlin introduced himself.

The middle-aged man turned his head to look at Ding Changlin, glanced at him from the top of his glasses, and said, "Are you Ding Changlin?"

"Yes, my name is Ding Changlin."

"Okay, you wait".

So Ding Changlin waited until noon was about to eat, he finally finished writing, if it had been placed before, Ding Changlin might have been on fire a long time ago, but his mentality at this time calmed down, because he understood that he might have to adapt to such a life for a long time in the future.

Looking at people's faces and smiling faces, although this feeling is a test of self-esteem, there is one thing that he understands very thoroughly, that is, the position determines your status in this circle, and the position is fundamental.

From a few days ago, the secretary of an executive deputy mayor was now rushed to the Cultural Relics Bureau, and no one can imagine how big the gap is.

In the meantime, this middle-aged man went out a few times, but every time he came back, he told Ding Changlin to wait, wait.

What he didn't know was that in the middle of this waiting, his fate was already in the hands of the room at the end of the corridor, Director Cui Jinshan had been on the phone all morning, and the purpose of the call was very simple, that is, to know the details of Ding Changlin, but after inquiring around, no one knew his details, no one knew his details, there were two situations, one was that Ding Changlin had no details at all, and the other was that his background was very mysterious, but Cui Jinshan tended to the first one.

"Old Zhao, what do you mean?" Cui Jinshan raised his eyes and asked.

Lao Zhao is the director of the office, the middle-aged man who wears sleeves to write materials, and Ding Changlin, who he received just now in the office.

"I have also heard about Liang Guofu's case, it seems to be very complicated, he is Liang Guofu's secretary, come to us, will it bring trouble to our bureau?" Lao Zhao said very tactfully.

Cui Jinshan nodded and asked: "Is there any expatriate work in the bureau, don't let him stay in the bureau, look at the diaphragm, kick him to us from above, the intention is not obvious enough, it is to force him to resign, I didn't think about it, he really came, then we will add more fire, how about it?"

"Director Gao Ming, well, there is a shortage of people in Feng Dao's tomb, Lao Chai should retire in a month, let him come back early." Lao Zhao said.

"Well, that's a good idea, young man, you need to exercise more." Cui Jinshan nodded and said.

"Well, it's good, but the deputy mayor's secretary, who is at the official level, goes to guard the tomb, will this be ......" Lao Zhao didn't expect Cui Jinshan to really take his suggestion, and he was very worried that if this thing came out one day, Ding Changlin would not have to hate himself to death?

But Cui Jinshan decided that this idea was good, and it was impossible for him to go back and make up for it.

Lao Zhao took Ding Changlin to Cui Jinshan's office and introduced: "Director Cui, this is Xiao Ding."

"Hello Director Cui, I'm Ding Changlin, I'm ......"

"Well, okay, sit down, please sit down, Lao Zhao, you can get busy, it's nothing for you." Cui Jinshan waved his hand and said.

Ding Changlin looked at his future boss, fat and fat, almost fat into a ball, his body type and this cold yamen are extremely incompatible, and he gasped for breath when he said a few words, how many times Ding Changlin was worried that he would not be able to suffocate in one breath.

"I regret your affairs, but it doesn't matter, where you fall and where you get up, besides, you are a high-caliber student, learning Chinese, right, our bureau lacks talents like you, but now, there is a turnip and a pit in the bureau, there are no vacant posts, only one place is short of people, I am afraid that you are not willing to go." Cui Jinshan paved a lot, just to put a few patches of grass on top of the last pit, and then let Ding Changlin know that it was a pit and had to jump down.

Ding Changlin is not a newcomer to the workplace, and he has been working for several years, so he has long been familiar with this trick, so he said with a smile: "Director, it's okay, I obey the organizational arrangement"

Obey the organizational arrangement, this is the second time he has said this sentence in the past few days, whenever he says this, his mood is that you look at it, I have no problem.

"Well, there is a very important cultural preservation unit in our Cultural Relics Bureau, called Feng Dao Tomb, have you heard of it?" asked Cui Jinshan.

Feng Dao Tomb Ding Changlin knows, but he has never been there, and Feng Dao Tomb is said to have many places, all of which are said to be the real Feng Dao Tomb, but this Feng Dao Tomb in Jing'an City seems to be true according to research, but Ding Changlin has never had time to go, and now he really wants to go and see it.

"No, where is it?" Ding Changlin didn't have time to think about the matter of Feng Dao's tomb, but he had an ominous premonition.

"Because it is an important cultural preservation unit, it needs to be guarded for a long time, and because it has been stolen several times, it must be watched all the time." Cui Jinshan said.

"You mean I'm going to guard the mausoleum?" Ding Changlin asked expressionlessly.