Syllable!

A brown paper file bag was casually thrown on the coffee table.

Gou Xinlian's name was scrawled on the file bag.

"Team leader, this ......" Gou Xinlian looked at the file bag, and then raised his head to look at Tu Ziqiang.

"Look at ......" Tu Ziqiang lowered his head and blew the foam in the teacup without raising his head.

"This violates discipline~~" Gou Xinlian subconsciously wanted to stretch out his hand, but retracted back like lightning.

"Wipe ......," Tu Ziqiang sneered.

That's all I said.

Pronouns.

It's rubbing, not Cao.

Utter contempt.

Gou Xinlian swallowed and spit, took a deep breath, and stretched out his hands tremblingly, but his eyes were good and staring at Tu Ziqiang.

The lanyard on the kraft paper bag weighs like a thousand pounds, and the paper rope is untied in circles, scraping the paper bag rustling......

It's not that Gou Xinlian hasn't done anything indisciplined, and he has done a lot.

At that time, he was a celebrity in front of Wang Shan, and now, his identity is a prisoner of labor reform......

What was taken for granted in the past can now be fatal.

Tu Ziqiang had no intention of urging at all, let alone opening his mouth.

His attitude is obvious, you don't open this portfolio, that......

Where did you come from, go back!

There is only one last loop left of the paper rope, and after one more loop, the file bag can be opened.

But Gou Xinlian's hands trembled, and he didn't get around this last lap for a long time.

"Don't forget it~" Tu Ziqiang sighed lightly, raised his hand and grabbed the corner of the file bag.

"Team Leader!" Gou Xinlian clutched the file bag and refused to let go, his face full of pleading.

"It's actually good to be an ordinary person~" Tu Ziqiang looked at Gou Xinlian deeply and continued, "Your children are not small, right?" ”

"Team leader, I'm ......" Gou Xinlian sniffed.

Tu Ziqiang's words did not move him.

He is still struggling to survive, and he has not reached the level of caring for his children.

Tu Ziqiang looked at Gou Xinlian for a long time, smiled helplessly, and let go of the hand holding the file bag.

Gou Xinlian let out a long breath.

"喏~"

Tu Ziqiang returned to his desk, picked up a page, turned around and paced back, and handed it to Gou Xinlian.

Gou Xinlian grabbed the file bag in one hand and took the page with one free hand.

"I can't solve your historical problems, I can only help you to this extent." Tu Ziqiang patted Gou Xinlian's calloused big hand and sighed, "Aren't you a graduate of Doujuer Vocational and Technical College?" I'll transfer you back to supervise labor at your alma mater......"

"Team leader, I~~" Gou Xinlian looked at the paper and hesitated.

"Two birds in the forest are better than one bird in hand." Tu Ziqiang sat on the sofa, put his hand on his knee and gently tapped, "Go back to your alma mater to work hard and perform well, what if there is a turnaround?" Right? ”

Turn? What bullshit turnaround?

The turnaround has now come!

Don't seize the opportunity and wait for the next turnaround?

The word labor deeply stimulated Gou Xinlian.

"It's better than in a cadre school, isn't it?" Tu Ziqiang said to himself, "There are a lot of familiar teachers and familiar classmates...... How much, can take care of it, right? ”

Gou Xinlian's breathing became more and more rapid, and blood gushed upward.

Tu Ziqiang, this is murderous!

I was the pride of that year!

The teachers are honored, and the students are envious and jealous!

You asked me to go back to my alma mater as a prisoner to work?

Then I might as well find a bathhouse and kill myself!

The water in the bathhouse is not cold!

"In this life, three poor and three rich, you don't have any ideological burden." Tu Ziqiang saw through what Gou Xinlian was thinking, and comforted him very sincerely, "The temporary trough~ I don't understand, I ridicule, it's all the motivation to continue to improve!" ”

Gou Xinlian's hand grasping the file bag became harder and harder......

"You're forty-five?" Tu Ziqiang asked with concern, "People say that forty is not confused, and the things that should be understood are all figured out at the age of forty." Foreign objects~ Let them go! ”

"Team leader, I'm forty-two years old." Gou Xinlian raised his head and corrected seriously, "Yes, you're right!" Forty is not confused! ”

Tu Ziqiang nodded with satisfaction.

"In the early years, you could call yourself an old man when you lived to be forty......" Gou Xinlian showed a sneer on his mean face, put down the file bag, and grabbed the order.

Tu Ziqiang looked at Gou Xinlian with a smile and didn't speak.

Slav ......

Gou Xinlian slowly tore open the order.

Tu Ziqiang's eyes blinked, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"Team leader, I'm 42 years old, what's so scary?" Gou Xinlian smiled distortedly, picked up the file bag, and bypassed the last circle, "Let me go to work again?" I'd rather die! ”

Tu Ziqiang bowed slightly, stretched out a hand, and pressed Gou Xinlian's hand to pull out the file.

Gou Xinlian looked at Tu Ziqiang suspiciously.

"You have both children and daughters...... Tu Ziqiang said meaningfully, "It's good to think about it!" ”

"Don't be afraid of broken bones, you have to leave your innocence in the world!" Gou Xinlian's obscene face was full of justice, and he said categorically.

Cao!

It's fucking hard!

Tu Ziqiang Kaba Kaba mouthed and withdrew his hand.

Gou Xinlian smiled slightly, opened the file bag, and gently pulled out the file inside......

A thick pile of blank white paper, not a word......

This is not Gou Xinlian's file at all!

Gou Xinlian raised his head and cast a puzzled look at Tu Ziqiang.

"The last one~~" Tu Ziqiang crossed his fingers and smiled mysteriously.

Gou Xinlian's lips trembled, took a deep breath, and pulled out the bottom piece of the big white paper.

[After careful investigation and careful research, the conclusion is as follows: Comrade Gou Xinlian has a firm position and a clean net worth that has nothing to do with Wangshan Group, and has always insisted on unremitting struggle with it! ] A certain year, a certain month, a certain day]

Below is Xiao Zhao's autograph, which is also stamped with the official seal of a national association.

Conclusions?!

Gou Xinlian raised his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously, his hands trembled as he held the page of white paper weighing as much as a thousand pounds, took a deep breath and trembled and read it again from beginning to end.

This! This fucking counts......

Gou Xinlian's eyes were full of tears......

That's fucking bullshit!

Today is the day of payment! The ink of the official seal has not dried yet!

And fucking say that my history problem is not easy to solve?

Isn't this fucking solved? Yes?!

Gou Xinlian squirmed his lips and raised his head tremblingly to look at Tu Ziqiang.

"It's too late to put it back now." Tu Ziqiang coughed lightly and said very sincerely, "I can keep this matter secret for you today!" ”

"I~I~~" Gou Xinlian held the page in both hands, hugged tightly in his arms, his brain was blank, and he didn't know what to say at all.

"Have you thought about it, if you take this piece of paper out of this office......" Tu Ziqiang paused and leaned back slightly, "What does it mean?" ”

What the fuck can it mean?

It means that he has completely gotten on Xiao Zhao's ship, it means that he has completely betrayed Gao Nanan, and it means that he has ......

Gou Xinlian thought of Qi Fengming's name, and his brain buzzed......

It means that you have to do it right with Qi Fengming!

Gou Xinlian took a deep breath, held the paper with both hands straight, and looked at it from afar.

The big hand stroked gently, just like the wedding night......

The rough cocoon rubbed against the paper, making a clattering sound......

The white paper was rough, and occasionally there was a slight stinging pain from the wound on his hand.

This tingling reminded him of the days when pigs and dogs were not as good as pigs and dogs in the previous half year......

His gaze grew firm.

Gou Xinlian slowly picked up the file bag thrown on the table, and after reluctantly glancing at the piece of paper, he carefully put it back.

Thorn stab stab stab stab ......

The paper rope of the file bag was wrapped around and around......

Tu Ziqiang watched silently.

The file bag was placed on the table, and a pair of large hands gently pushed it back in front of Tu Ziqiang.

"Team leader, you can keep this for me first." Gou Xinlian took one last look and slowly raised his head, "If I take it away today......

The corners of Tu Ziqiang's mouth slowly curled.

"That would delay our work!"

Gou Xinlian's mung bean eyes flashed with an inexplicable light.