An ordinary small business sedan slowly drove into this quiet courtyard.

The man in a plain black trench coat opened the car door, got out of the car with a sealed file bag wrapped in plastic film in his hand, walked to a side door, and knocked softly.

The thin face opened the door with a haggard face, and after glancing at him, he took the file bag, rummaged through it twice, and muttered in his mouth, "Is it a plug-in or a push-shift?" ”

The other party did not speak, and after saluting, he returned to the car and disappeared into the snowy night.

Thin Face closed the door tightly, and also made up for the crack of the door, and then irritably tore off the plastic film, threw the file bag on the table, and said angrily: "It is estimated that it is a plug-in." ”

The room was small, with a small sun in the corner for heating, seven or eight tables put together haphazardly, full of clutter of papers and printer paper, a few stamps lying crookedly in uncovered boxes, and a few pens that fell on the floor and left no one to care.

The fat face sat in the middle, covered in languishing breath, and after taking the file bag, he sighed, rubbed his bloodshot eyes, and opened them.

Not far away, the old cigarette gun was wearing a gown, holding a lollipop, and constantly checking and closing the files in his hand, each file bag had to be stuffed with an average of seventy or eighty pieces of information, and he had to approve and seal them in order, and there were hundreds of such file bags piled up at his feet.

Leaning towards the door, there was a flat-headed, wearing a green military coat, who was bowing his head to write a work report, he was the only one who still had spirit, but the dark circles under his eyes were also obvious.

Who would have thought that after cultivating for more than half a year, just to come here and work overtime every day.

"Rub it, what's this?"

After the fat face opened the file bag, he was stunned when he looked at the things that slipped out, and the quintessence in his mouth didn't hold back for a while.

Thin Face had just sat down, and after hearing this, he leaned over curiously.

This is the first time I have seen a pale red cloth bag fall out of this file bag sealed with kraft paper.

There are also two words written on it, which are crooked and ugly.

But it's written on an irregular cloth, and it's understandable.

After the thin face leaned over to take a look, he turned the file bag next to him and turned it over again, and this time a document fell out.

Skinny Face picked it up with his hand and rubbed it, and found that it was not one, but one.

And there is only basic information such as name, ID card, etc. on it.

As for his abilities, suitability, psychological evaluation, criminal record, etc., all are empty.

"White?" The thin face turned over and checked twice, and under the illumination of the special lights in the room, there was still no other information, and he asked in a confused way: "How do you record this thing?" ”

The fat face carefully observed the lines used to decorate the cloth bag, and at the same time gently sketched it on the table with his index finger, and when he was about to draw the edge of the table, he let out a long sigh and said: "This is a token of the Shen family, but with this color, I'm afraid it's more than that." ”

"A token of the Shen family?" Slim Face looked at the photos on the list in his hand, and pondered: "The Shen family wants to meddle in our Huainan?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense." After thinking for a moment, Fat Face began to clean up the table and said, "You help me bring the blue folder in the A02 cabinet." ”

Skinny snorted, and by the time he brought over the thick stack of folders, Fatface had already cleaned up a relatively clean area on the table.

Thin Face asked with some concern as he put the folder on the table, "These are the ...... that haven't been pushed up for approval yet."

"The list of subordinate public officials of the Huainan Provincial Special Institute," the fat face opened it, touched his beard and said: "The lack of people is the lack of people, but this is really full...... Gotta find a way to draw one. ”

"Draw one, can't you fill in one?" Thin Face asked with some hesitation: "On top of these guys, there are people." ”

"If you have to fill it out, this file bag won't be sent to us." The fat face let out a sigh and said, "People can dig their own pits, so why bother looking for you to turn a corner." ”

"As for the people." The fat face shook the token in his hand and teased: "There may be no one on this thing." ”

"Even if it goes straight to Qingyun, Qingyun personally asks for the position, and being topped is not necessarily a bad thing."

Thin Face looked at the list that was being flipped, and asked worriedly, "Then, where shall we draw a position?" ”

"This ......" Fat Face thought for a while, took a deep breath and said, "I'm afraid I have to give a second term." ”

"If you have an opinion, go to the Shen family."

Pingtou, who was sitting at the door, heard the conversation here, put down his pen, frowned, and leaned over with a puzzled expression.

He looked around for a moment, and found that there was only a list in the thin face's hand and a cloth bag in the fat face's hand, and then picked up the file bag and checked it carefully, and asked puzzledly: "Only these?" ”

"Yes, as the saying goes, the fewer words, the bigger the matter." Thin Face shook the list in his hand and shrugged.

He rarely interacts with Pingtou, and the people in this room don't seem to like to communicate with him very much.

"I don't have any resume to refer to, I don't have any assignment guidance, and I don't even have any learning experience?" Flathead asked again.

"No, and this, it seems that after the physical examination report comes down, the list of unified printing ......" The thin face subconsciously hissed, and also felt that something was wrong.

Pingtou turned around, walked to the side of the fat face, poked the table hard, and said: "The second term, the general director of the municipal special institute, and the senator of the provincial special institute, is fully responsible for all the relevant special projects of a prefecture-level city, including but not limited to the city's special item safety protection, relevant talent development guidance, special resource allocation, natural disaster early warning and evacuation, etc., and you have to hand them over to a ......."

"What you said, this token is enough." Fat Face interrupted irritably.

He is annoyed when he hears this flat-headed voice now, it is not his words, he has left work early.

"Why is it enough?" Pingtou pointed to the blue folder, and said incomprehensibly: "In this document, although there are people who have a relationship to come in, they are indeed capable, and it is nothing more than a question of who to let go, and I can follow the seal and sign." ”

"But this, why?" Flathead poked at the table again.

"If you have experience, why don't you put a resume on it?"

"If you have the ability, why don't you write about the study guidance or continuing education experience you have attended?"

"A blank piece of paper, just with a token, you can go to the second term?"

"Really." The fat face sneered: "If someone comes with the token of noon, you are afraid that you will stand up and shout directly......"

"Ahem, ahem!" Thin Face hurriedly interrupted with a coughing sound.

The fat face also noticed his gaffe, if he had finished saying that sentence just now, he would have deserved to be beaten.

To put it bluntly, it's normal for an office to have opinions about each other, and it's all brothers to eat and drink together after work, and the only enemy is the leader who lets you work overtime.

But every time you kid comes out to scare people and find trouble, and everyone works overtime together, you can't scold and scold, you can't beat and beat, it's really angry.

The fat face pushed the cloth bag in front of the flat head, and said as calmly as possible: "You have to understand what the Shen family represents, the people they arranged, we are not qualified to question it." ”