Director of the Neighborhood Committee, Annual Herbal ...... Well, it's a three-year rotation system, and people nowadays, especially young people, probably don't have any concept of it, and even confuse it with the neighborhood office, which is completely different from the same thing: the director of the neighborhood office is a civil servant!

The official explanation of the neighborhood committee is that it is an autonomous organization of the masses whose residents carry out self-education, self-management, self-construction, and self-service. It works under the guidance of the grassroots government or its dispatched organs.

Got it, grab two of the key words: self, the surname of the masses. It's a bit like the study groups we formed when we were kids with the authority of our teachers.

In the past, we used to talk about the aunt of the neighborhood committee in a mocking tone, but that was before, but now it's different -- the neighborhood committee will distribute condoms, and now it also holds ballroom dances. Now our neighborhood committee also pays salaries, and I am 100 a month.

Originally, such a good thing would not have been my turn, since the state implemented the high-quality management of the grass-roots level a few years ago, and if you want to enter the neighborhood committee, you need a college degree, and our most basic layer has soon become a buffer station that many college graduates dream of, and the reason why I can become the director of the neighborhood committee on Wangfu Street is that I have received special favor from the political axe -- because I am an orphan.

After I came out of a third- or fourth-rate university in a daze, I was directly assigned here, the place of work, the neighborhood committee, the official position, and the director.

At first, I thought I was lucky, after all, this lack is something that many graduates of prestigious universities can't seek; But I immediately found out that I was unlucky, because the place I was going to was Wangfu Street.

As we said, the xenophobic surname of Wangfu Street is very strong, and I am a complete stranger here, although it is not like a sheep into a wolf pack, at least I also sent an orangutan to a baboon, and I still have to face one thing: I have made the former director of the neighborhood committee, Aunt Meng, the deputy director, which is undoubtedly a very serious provocation in the eyes of the locals.

So in the first few months of my arrival, you see, I was treated inhumanely, and the local residents, led by Aunt Meng, started a struggle with me that was ostensibly unfazed, but in fact it was a river of blood - all my blood was shed.

I don't understand, I put an ordinary leaflet warning residents to pay attention to hygiene on the east gate of the community, and they have to take it down and paste it on the west gate; Collect a health fee, and someone at home just won't open the door for you, and when you open the door, you say that you have no money and you will go to the bank to get it tomorrow - it's 36 yuan!

After being so left out for a while, I began to gradually understand how desolate the "you let it go" that Sister-in-law Xianglin got at Master Lusi's house (see Sister-in-law Xianglin again).

Then I figured it out, this is *ah! Wangfu Street, the most terrifying place in the city in the 21st century, the residents here are not only difficult and difficult, but also comfortable in the political struggle, you think, they followed the old man surnamed Zhu for hundreds of years, can they not be good at this aspect, otherwise they will not survive before liberation by relying on arrogance and unreasonableness. Aunt Meng is an example of this in dealing with the inbred attack of the vegetable seller and me!

Just when I was about to be forced to donate to the threshold, someone gave me an idea: use Huairou! The specific way is to treat yourself as a miscellaneous person, emulating the little eunuch in the pigtail play, and then the specific way is: every time Aunt Meng calls me Director Xiao He again, she automatically filters it into "Xiao Anzi", and uses her own practical actions to let them understand who is the real boss here - in fact, it is a process that makes them understand that I am not the boss and do not want to be the boss.

In this way, taking every old lady's words as a decree, and every resident as his own master, although I am not a civil servant, I have taken the lead in realizing the identity of a "servant of the people", and my think tank also told me that to deal with this kind of people with an extremely sensitive sense of political smell, the service should not be superficial, and we must work the details, and do a good job in practice, so I will treat them as my mother-in-law, father-in-law, brother-in-law and brother-in-law to curry favor. Later, I summed it up and felt that I was also a little miserable, "every family has a mother-in-law" I did it, but where is my daughter-in-law? What the is Huairou, this is a kiss!

Anyway, after a period of hard work, everyone finally stopped treating me as an outsider - isn't it, a son-in-law and a son-in-law.

Take today's incident as an example, if Aunt Meng hadn't treated me as an outsider, she would never have dispatched me so handy, and the residents of Wangfu Street were a little self-conscious in addition to being arrogant.

In the face of many unfriendly statements, the professor is unique, emphasizing that the problem can not be one-sided, according to his analysis, the inexplicable hostile attitude of the residents of Wangfu Street is not only because of the distorted self-esteem and inferiority problem, but also because the aborigines on this old street have gone through the torrent of history for a hundred years, and have seen through all the red and earthly things. Their attitude towards the world actually represents a true aristocratic philosophy of existence: noble in disregard of everything, with a sneer on the corner of their lips when they look at the world coldly.

These are the exact words of the scholar. In order to finish writing this article, he also personally went to Wangfu Street to interview, the then director of the neighborhood committee, Aunt Meng, received him, when the scholar took a lot of first-hand information, he came out with great ambition only to find that there were two local children who were deflating their bicycles, the noble scholar with a smile on his face, with an all-inclusive mind, went home and completed the above article in one go, after the article was published, the scholar revisited the old place, and felt that he was the residents of Wangfu Street, how should he be fully accepted, As a result, Aunt Meng still received him lukewarmly, and the scholar felt lonely, and when he went out, he was mentally prepared to be deflated again with his bicycle, but this time he was really not deflated - his bicycle was gone.

I don't know if the scholar saw the "sneer on the corner of his mouth" of the residents of Wangfu Street when he left, I think he is quite pitiful, and in a historical term: this person is a 2b.

I'm smarter than a scholar and understand a truth: if a child wants to let you go, you can infect them by kicking him in the foot than by smiling. Whatever you look at the world and the torrent of history is nonsense - the poor mountains and bad waters come out of the people, you have to deal with the girls!

I was still sitting on a leatherette chair made of thumbtacks, drinking two pieces of flower tea, and spreading out the "Reference News" in front of me, closing my eyes and recuperating.

The office of the neighborhood committee is not small, there are 40 square meters, this is what I have been a few sons-in-law everyone rewarded me, anyway, Wangfu Street is far away from the third ring road is sparsely populated, the highest building in the street is the sixth floor, the street is full of residents built their own bottom shop, we are very close to a large car repair factory and long-distance bus station.

After all, Wangfu Street is still an ordinary street in New China in the 21st century, it is not Shuibo Liangshan nor the Golden Triangle drug trafficking zone, although it has a small notoriety, and the people in the vicinity have a little experience, people with a fast pace of life will not go out of their way to see what the name of this street is, so there are still people who come to open some trade.

Of course, there is still a difference between coming to consume and coming to sell, and the vegetable vendor is a typical example - he is the only person who dares to ride a human tricycle to sell vegetables on Wangfu Street without being deflated. Aunt Meng mentioned him the next day and said, "I still owe him 5 cents", but she didn't say it on the third day, and I haven't seen him since......

The reason why I say that I am much more idle than others is not because I work in the neighborhood committee, but because I can squander the extra time at will, as long as I want, I can live an hour in one second.

Of course, it's just an hour in my eyes, the world is still the world, second after second.

The world has never changed, and the so-called slowing down is just in my eyes, if I want to act normally in this slowed down world, then I may be like a psychopath in your eyes who looks forward and dances backward - just like watching a video and fast-forward 8 times, fast and slow are relative.

The same thing is inherently different to different people, and if you put a gun in front of a sharpshooter, it means ten rings one by one; Placing a ball of thread and a stretch in front of the skillful girl probably seemed to her to be a finished pair of embroidery. You have to give the sharpshooter the needle and thread, and he can't embroider a target circle even if he pierces his finger into a lotus canopy. It's all about personal ability.

Damn, it's deep again! I really doubt that because of this ability, I will be able to live a 40-year-old mentality at the age of 25, anyway, I will be 37 years old on the online quiz that day, in fact, I am not yet 25 years old. Of course, it may also be that the test is not accurate, the little girl downstairs in our house is 16 this year, and she is 56 years old, just because she lost two loves.

This ability is not something that can be used as you like, he is the same as human strength, if a person wants to run faster, he has to spend more effort, the same reason, the slower I put the time, the more strength I have to pay, this power is inexplicable, but it is by no means inexhaustible, sometimes I slow down the time it will have signs of decline, but fortunately to deal with it: such as running an errand and carrying a letter to chase a vegetable seller or something is enough.

The advantage of it is that I usually have a lot of time to think about it, I want to wait until I am old, regardless of my mental age, but I must have lived longer than my peers.

I don't use this power too often, sometimes I don't use it once a day, because you know, people sometimes want time to pass slowly, but sometimes they wish it would slip out quickly, such as going to school when I was a child, going to work when I grew up, and standing in line. It's a pity that I can only slow down time and not let it pass by, but that's fine, I'm afraid that if I have that ability, I'll become an old man in a day—think about it, how much time is it necessary to cherish in a long and boring life? Hey, it's deep again.

As I was sitting, a Poussin pulled up in front of the office, the door slowly opened, one hand slowly closed the door, and one foot slowly stepped out...... I hurriedly restored the order of time, and the man in the car came down in a normal manner, and he walked up to my door and asked very politely, "Can I come in?" ”

My door was open, so I could see the face of the person who came, and it was a middle-aged man who was dressed very ordinarily, and he was a little embarrassed.

I don't know why, but the first thing I felt when I saw him was that he was out of that Santana and that he should have taken a better car.

As long as people with a little social experience can feel that this middle-aged man is by no means simple, he should be the kind of master who is nourished by an extremely superior life and is a little ignorant of the fireworks in the world, although he is usually dressed with a smile, he still makes ordinary people unapproachable. I guess he deliberately sat in a broken car to keep it from attracting attention.

I hurriedly stood up: "Is there something wrong with you?" "Maybe this person is still under my jurisdiction, more than 2,000 people in several communities on Wangfu Street are under the management of our neighborhood committee, and it is normal for half (disabled people) to have never seen it.

He shook my hand first—still with the kind of gentle grip that a superior person keeps his distance, and inadvertently revealed the Omega watch on his wrist, but I could see that he didn't mean to look down on me, and his face even had a bit of humility: "You are Mr. He Anyi, right?" ”

"It's me, you're it?"

"My surname is Lu, Lu Weimin."

"Oh, Boss Lu, can I call you that?"

Seeing that I seemed to have seen through his identity, Lu Weimin smiled absentmindedly and said, "Whatever, you're welcome." ”

"Sit down." I looked at the humble office, and I didn't plan to share my two pieces of five-dollar flower tea with him, I rubbed my hands and said, "You are here for ......"

Lu Weimin hurriedly owed the ass that he had just sat down, and said cautiously: "I came to ask you for help." ”

I was embarrassed: "I shouldn't be able to help you much, if it is something in the film, it is more reliable for you to find Aunt Meng." "I don't think he could have asked me for a subsistence allowance, and his surname is not very likely to be the one who issued a temporary residence permit......

Lu Weimin propped his arms on the table, stroked the sparse hair on his forehead dejectedly, and said a little weakly: "Not long ago, my only relative in the world, my daughter, died. ”

I was a little surprised and said, "Unfortunately, but that ...... If you want to close your account, you are in the wrong place, and this matter is under the control of the police station. ”

Lu Weimin suddenly raised his head, looked at me fixedly, and said, "I'm here to ask you to save her!" ”

I was shocked and couldn't help but subconsciously say, "What are you kidding?" ”

Lu Weimin also seemed a little uncomfortable, but he still said firmly: "You are the only person in this world who can help me." ”

I pressed one hand on the table, my brain teaser and imagined what I would do if the average person were in such a situation, and finally said, "Has your brain been stimulated in any way lately?" ”

Unexpectedly, Lu Weimin stood up openly: "Of course I was stimulated, didn't I tell you?" My only daughter is dead! He glared at me hysterically.

I'm not afraid of him, playing tricks with me on Wangfu Street is equivalent to going to the armed police dormitory to rob!

I took it to my chest and reminded him: "Don't get excited, no one can take care of this even if I don't help you!" ”

Lu Weimin seemed to hear the voice, full of hope and resolute: "So you must help me!" These words are gnashing of teeth.

Only then did I realize that I had slipped my mouth, and said with a weak heart: "If you do this again, I can call the police, our neighborhood committee has business dealings with the police station!" ”

Lu Weimin stared at my eyes and asked word by word, "Are you sure you won't help me?" ”

I was stared at by him, but I could only say: "I have a heart and no ......"

Lu Weimin suddenly turned his head and begged outside the door: "Old Liu, is it time for you to come out?" ”

There was a cough outside the door, and I turned my head in surprise to see a dirty old man strolling in with a birdcage.

I immediately cried and lost my face, and said to Lu Weimin: "In the future, you will call his name all - Liu Laoliu, not Liu Lao!" ”

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The eggplant problem was solved by me in the last chapter, hahahaha

However, if there is a math problem in the future, it must be checked!

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