After listening to Ding Changlin's explanation, Zhang Liangyu said with a straight face and no expression at all: "Ding Changlin, you have to think clearly. If you tell me what you have to say now, I may help you. Don't regret it later.
, By the way, I heard that you were kicked to the Cultural Relics Bureau?"
Ding Changlin was stunned. He heard correctly. Zhang Liangyu said he was kicked to the Cultural Relics Bureau, not transferred.
"Yes, thanks to you, you should be satisfied with this result! If nothing happens, please come back, Director Zhang, I am going to make a living." Ding Changlin said with great emotion, if he had not offended this female devil, if
Wasn't he regarded as a suspect, like a rat crossing the street? Moreover, his self-esteem was also hurt by Zhang Liangyu's words of kicking him to the Cultural Relics Bureau.
Seeing that Ding Changlin was so ignorant, Zhang Liangyu didn't bother to explain. He put away his notebook, got up and walked out the door. Ding Changlin also took his bag and was about to go out. He met several neighbors along the way, and they all looked at this curiously.
After they left, the neighbors began to spread the news that Ding Changlin had been taken away by the police.
Ding Changlin searched for a long time on the mobile map before he found the location of the Cultural Relics Bureau. It was not far from his home, so he decided to walk there.
A dilapidated small courtyard, it looks like it was rebuilt from an earth temple, but there are very few old buildings like this, and everything that should be demolished has almost been demolished. The pair of stone lions at the door have long lost their facial features.
It seems to have been worn away by time.
"Who are you looking for?" an old man at the door saw a stranger coming in, opened the window of the reception room and asked.
"Well, I'm here to report, who should I contact?" Ding Changlin asked.
The old man heard that Ding Changlin was here to report, so he closed the window and said nothing further. Ding Changlin thought it was strange here, so he continued walking inside. When he arrived at the office, he saw a middle-aged man wearing sleeves and writing at his desk.
what.
"Hello, comrade, I'm here to report," Ding Changlin introduced himself.
The middle-aged man turned to look at Ding Changlin, glanced at him over his glasses, and said, "Are you Ding Changlin?"
"Yes, my name is Ding Changlin."
"Okay, you wait."
So Ding Changlin kept waiting until it was almost time to eat at noon. He finally finished writing. In the past, Ding Changlin might have become popular, but his mentality calmed down at this time, because he understood that he might be
You will have to adapt to this kind of life for a long time in the future.
Although this feeling of looking at people's faces and accompanying them with smiles tests their self-esteem, there is one thing that he understands very clearly, that is, position determines your status in this circle, and position is fundamental.
No one can understand the huge gap between a secretary to the executive deputy mayor a few days ago and now being rushed to the Cultural Relics Bureau.
In the meantime, this middle-aged man went out several times, but every time he came back, he told Ding Changlin to wait, wait, and wait.
What he didn't know was that while he was waiting, his fate was already in the room at the end of the corridor. Director Cui Jinshan had been on the phone all morning. The purpose of the call was very simple. He wanted to know the details of Ding Changlin.
But after asking 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 preferred the third.
A sort of.
"Old Zhao, what do you mean?" Cui Jinshan raised his eyes and asked.
Old Zhao is the office director, the middle-aged man who wears sleeves and writes materials. He was the one who received Ding Changlin in the office just now.
"I have also heard about Liang Guofu's case. It seems to be very complicated. He is Liang Guofu's secretary. If he comes to us, will it bring trouble to our bureau?" Lao Zhao said tactfully.
Cui Jinshan nodded and asked: "Is there any expatriate work in the bureau? Don't let him stay in the bureau. Just look at him and kick him to come to us. The intention is not obvious enough, just to force him to come here."
I was expecting him to resign, but unexpectedly, he actually came, so how about we add more fire?"
"Director Gao Ming, well, there is a shortage of someone at Feng Dao's tomb. Lao Chai should retire in a month. Let him come back early," said Lao Zhao.
"Well, that's a good idea. Young people need to exercise more." Cui Jinshan nodded and said.
"Well, that's good, but the deputy mayor's secretary is at the rank of a full-time scholar. If he goes to guard the tomb, will this spread..." Lao Zhao didn't expect Cui Jinshan to actually adopt his suggestion, and he was very worried.
Are you worried that if this thing comes out one day, Ding Changlin will hate himself to death?
But Cui Jinshan decided that this was a good idea, and it was impossible for him to go back and make amends.
Lao Zhao took Ding Changlin to Cui Jinshan's office and introduced: "Director Cui, this is Xiao Ding."
"Hello Director Cui, my name is Ding Changlin, I..."
"Well, okay, sit down, please sit down, Lao Zhao, go ahead and go, it's none of your business." Cui Jinshan waved his hand and said.
Ding Changlin looked at his future boss. He was so fat that he almost turned into a ball. His body shape was extremely incompatible with this cold yamen. Moreover, he was breathing heavily after just a few words. Ding Changlin worried about how many times he would breathe.
I couldn't get up and was suffocated to death.
"I'm sorry for what happened to you, but it doesn't matter. Where you fell, you got up. Besides, you are a top student, studying Chinese, right? Our bureau lacks talents like you, but now, there is a carrot in the bureau.
"There are no vacant posts in this pit. There is only one place that is short of people. I'm afraid you won't want to go." Cui Jinshan laid a lot of groundwork, just to put a few pieces of cattail grass on the last pit, and then let Ding Changlin know that it was a pit.
Jump down.
Ding Changlin is not a newcomer to the workplace. He has been working for several years. He has long been familiar with this trick, so he smiled and said: "Director, it doesn't matter, I will obey the organization's arrangements."
Obey the organization's arrangements. This is the second time he has said this in the past few days. Whenever he says this, his mood is that it's up to you. I can't help it.
"Well, our Cultural Relics Bureau has a very important cultural preservation unit called Feng Dao's Tomb. Have you heard of it?" Cui Jinshan asked.
Ding Changlin knows about Feng Dao's tomb, but has never been there, and it is said that there are many places in Feng Dao's tomb that are said to be the real Feng Dao's tomb. However, the Feng Dao's tomb in Jing'an City seems to be real according to research, but Ding Changlin has always
I didn’t have time to go, but now I really want to go and see it.
"No, where is it?" Ding Changlin had no time to think about Feng Dao's tomb, but he had an ominous premonition.
"Because it is an important cultural protection unit, it needs someone to guard it for a long time. Because it has been stolen several times, it must be watched at all times," Cui Jinshan said.
"You mean I go to guard the mausoleum?" Ding Changlin asked expressionlessly.
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