"Xiao Mu, come with me to the county for a meeting in the afternoon."

A few days later, Mu Jun received a call from Liu Guang himself, and he could clearly hear Liu Guang's good mood from the microphone.

"Is there any problem with sorting out the content of your last report into hard indicator data? Secretary Ma of the county party committee will check it tomorrow morning. Can he get it out?"

Mu Jun deliberately paused, as if he was thinking and thinking about it. After about five seconds, he spoke: "No problem, Secretary Liu."

"good!"

These days, Mu Jun has not seen Hu Jiumei. He heard that she has gone to Ningfeng City to purchase. During the Chinese New Year, the county will send out some New Year goods, but most of them need to be solved by the village. How could such a fat and shortage run away from Hu Jiumei's palm? Whenever someone mentions this, he is envious and jealous. Some people even secretly muttered: "Who said that we are not a big-breasted, big-butt vixen, and there is no such fox charm?"

As for Xiaohou, he still looked submissive. When he saw Mu Jun, he lowered his head, and he would do whatever others arranged in his spare time. He would read a romance novel again. He was satisfied with the status quo but fantasized about things that should not be fantasized. A typical girl who was poisoned by romance novels thought that no beauty or talent could meet the prince charming that fell from the sky.

Liu Lazy, old Xiang likes to bet, big Li is delicious, after a round, Mu Jun found that Sister Zhou, who is strong in this office, and Aunt Qiao, who is so sophisticated, are real people who do things. The saying that people should not behave like a person is true and even the famous saying is true.

The impression of the first few days and the impression of the moment came in a big way. In a month, Mu Jun gradually adapted to his current work and was a little excited to have the opportunity to follow Liu Guang to the county to see the experience.

This was Mu Jun's second trip to Dianyu County. The first time he had just reported to the county party committee organization department. He didn't need to enter the county town when he arrived in Dakou Township twice. Dakou Township was on the necessary road from Dianyu County to Ningfeng City.

It’s hard to say what it feels like, it’s neither good nor bad, and it’s not very impressive. It’s not just the bleakness of poor and poor counties, but also the lively scene of wealthy counties with good development. In short, everything is there, nothing is enough. After you have seen it once, it’s hard to leave a memory impression. Maybe looking at a few more counties, you will completely forget what Dianyu County looks like.

I talked a lot with Liu Guang along the way, almost all around the report, and there was nothing private. After arriving at the guesthouse, Liu Guang told Mu Jun to prepare the materials well and the descendants disappeared. He had to go to a small restaurant outside to solve the dinner himself.

The guesthouse is very quiet, with almost no people except the waiters. There are many meetings at the age of year, and there are many people in the guesthouse during the day, but they will close their doors at night. How to get closer to their relationship with the leader is definitely not just by doing a good job. No such opportunity will be missed. Even if the leader cannot invite it, they will benefit a lot from gathering with people around the leader or the main figures of various county bureaus at night.

The windows of the room were sealed. It was supposed that the cold wind in winter affected the temperature in the house. After busy for an afternoon, Mu Jun was in the information and smoked a lot and drank a lot of tea. The ventilation in the house was not good, and the smoke was choking. Mu Jun opened the door to ventilate. Anyway, the corridor was very quiet, and the sporadic footsteps would not affect him.

Maintaining a highly focused working state, time passes quickly. If footsteps were not about to break Mu Jun's thoughts, he would still be immersed in the state of perfecting the report.

Looking at the middle-aged man wearing a black Zhongshan suit beside him, memory fragments emerged in Mu Jun's mind, and he immediately found photos and accompanying information corresponding to the middle-aged man. The brain domain development accompanied by the real dream gave him a memory far beyond others.

Yang Ping, male, forty-six years old, was the secretary of the Dianyu County Party Committee. He was airborne by Dianyu County as the director of the Ningfeng Municipal Cultural Bureau. It can be regarded as a "cold bench" that he had been sitting on for several years before he regained the opportunity.

Bald, black and red face, strong figure, and a slightly beer belly.

Mu Jun chose to return to his father's hometown Duanyun Province, which was not aimless. Guo Kaifu, director of the Cadre Department 3 of the Provincial Party Committee Organization Department, was his father's old friend, otherwise Mu Jingkai and Xi Jingwei would not have let his baby son work in his hometown. Before coming, Mu Jun visited Uncle Shi specifically and walked a little back door to learn about the leadership information of all the municipal and county party and government organs and related enterprises and institutions in the province filed by the Cadre Department 3. Guo Kaifu did not expect Mu Jun's memory to be so good, and he remembered all the relatively key cadres in the province in his mind, including their information.

"You have something to do?" Mu Jun's mind changed and pretended to be a normal person's reaction in a normal state, and he pretended not to recognize the top leader of Dianyu County.

"Oh, it's nothing. It just depends on whether you have been working for so long. Do you want to eat something?" Yang Ping was standing with his hands behind his back, full of momentum. Seeing Mu Jun's confused expression, his eyes turned and his hands were hanging beside him, and an unnatural smile appeared on his slightly fat cheeks.

"Are you a guesthouse service staff?" Mu Junshun climbed.

"Haha, I'm in charge of chores, no one knows me." Yang Ping would always turn his attention to the documents written by Mu Jun: "Adapt to the market economy and deepen rural reforms, well, from Dakou Township?"

"How do you know?" Mu Jun showed a vigilant look, and Yang Ping smiled and waved his hand: "Young man, my responsibility is to ensure that the cadres living here have a good rest and good food. I haven't seen a young man like you for a long time. Haven't you seen that there are not many people in the entire guesthouse? They are all going out for social events, and there are not many people like you who are still working at this time."

"Haha... I'm stupid. If it were someone else, it might have done it long ago." Mu Jun shook the manuscript paper in his hand, rubbed his eyes and showed fatigue.

"Haha, you have to do your work and be careful with your health. I'll ask someone to put a bowl of noodles for you. Only when you have enough food can you have the energy to work." This article was written by this young man and has a very high level.

Mu Jun didn't think that such a meeting would bring any changes to his life, and Yang Ping didn't take the initiative to volunteer to sit down and chat a few more. If Mu Jun had not recognized his identity long ago, the conversation lasted less than five minutes, and he would not even have the qualification to stay in his mind and become a memory clip. He couldn't even understand why he pretended not to know each other. Maybe, maybe he hoped to have more contact with something, right? There would be some unrealistic fantasies in his subconscious mind.

Yang Ping left, and the waiter brought a bowl of shredded pork noodles. The meat was so strong that the soup was fragrant. The soup was so strong that it was gluten. The smoking too much cigarette was so tired of work. Mu Jun ate all the noodles in one breath, and there was no soup left.

After being full and the work was finished, sleepy came up, and he fell asleep. He felt as if he had just closed his eyes, and heard the sound of calling him. He opened his tired eyelids, which was blurred first, and then Liu Guang's fat face appeared. He shuddered. Mu Jun sat up, blinked his eyes hard and shook his head. He felt the hazy light outside the white window.

"Secretary Liu, have I been overslept?" He asked while putting on his shirt and putting on his shoes. He expressed a little apology in his words. He had an alarm clock before going to bed. At six o'clock, why didn't it ring? Or did it ring? I was too sleepy and didn't wake up?

"No, it's only 5:30." Liu Guang's slow and orderly words made Mu Jun pause for a moment, and a slight anger suddenly appeared in his mind. When he heard what Liu Guang said, he completely shattered the idea of ​​following the leader to work hard, because the other party had never regarded you as a partner and subordinate relationship, but had completely no respect for you.

"I think you have finished the report. You can talk to me about some information. I also have an impression that I will know what I know when I go to see Secretary Ma later."

I haven't asked once, Xiao Mu, you worked very late last night, you're tired.

All he cares about is the report, only the leader, only himself, and his subordinates have never entered his eyes. Otherwise, Mu Jun would not have come back when he went to bed last night, otherwise he would not have said such a thing. This is to tell Mu Jun clearly that I will bring you here just to enrich the report. As for the report to see Deputy Secretary Ma, I will learn about the basic information and data and then bring the new report.

Mu Jun was very angry, but after washing up, he endured it and looked at Liu Guang again, with no hope in his eyes. A leader who could not treat his subordinates well would never treat the people under his rule, nor would he be the leader who could work together with like-mindedness.

After sorting out the information, he informed Liu Guang of the data and newly filled things. When Liu Guang was satisfied and left with the report, Mu Jun stood calmly in front of the window, looking at the car that was picking up Liu Guang and Hu Jiumei who was walking downstairs. He was neither happy nor sad. He looked at Liu Guang's words of encouragement before leaving.

"Xiao Mu, do it well and have a promising future."

Follow you, how can you have a future? Even if there is one, you will be servile and sacrifice your life and then flow down the "future" from your fingers.

If you have such a leader, it’s better not to follow!
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