It was the afternoon of the last day of the month. The government building had never been so deserted. It was not until three o'clock in the afternoon that a few people came in who did not look like they were coming to handle official business or contact people for work matters. Xiao Zixin hurriedly greeted him.
, but when he was told that these people were cadres from the Civil Affairs Bureau of other places, Xiao Zixin had to return to the Petition Office and continue drinking tea.
Someone laughed softly.
He had encountered this situation several times.
It seems that having a sharp eye is not something that can be learned in a day. People can spot people accurately and almost never make a mistake. But he is not good at it. He looks like a suspicious person who wants to complain to everyone. Although he is diligent in speaking and legwork, he is clear-headed and flexible.
It won unanimous praise from everyone, but every small error in judgment still resulted in mild and good-natured ridicule from colleagues.
Xiao Zixin didn't care. Next time he discovered a problem, he would still be the first to run out of the Petition Office to ask. He would rather misidentify a thousand than let one go.
After returning from hurriedly taking leave yesterday, Xiao Zixin was more diligent than usual in order to make up for the nearly one hour of leave. From going to work to now, he has always reminded himself to make up for his shortcomings with his hard work.
Act cautiously and lay a solid foundation for your future long-term development plan in the government.
He believed that he would not be here forever guarding the gate, fearfully intercepting these poor people.
One day will pass soon.
That night, Xiao Zixin did not take the initiative to see Ms. Su. He persuaded himself several times to calm down. The more he likes to do something, the more serious and in-depth he should think about it from all aspects. Think about all aspects. Okay.
, bad, possible setbacks or unexpected joys, so that you can do a good job in the upcoming work, be confident, and welcome your first tutoring job outside of work.
Although he did not go to Ms. Su's home, he called her and lied that the company was working overtime at night for planning and he couldn't leave. "Please forgive me, Sister Su." He would definitely call her again and make an appointment when he was free.
Time to meet.
Fearing that people would give up on him in a hurry to find someone, Xiao Zixin finally said: "I'm so sorry, Sister Su, it's only for a day or two, don't you mind?"
"Oh, I don't mind. But it's really urgent. If you really have limited time, forget it."
"Oh no," Xiao Zixin was disappointed for a moment, and even doubted whether he was too smart. He quickly added: "Well, Sister Su, tomorrow night, okay? I will definitely go to your house to meet the child tomorrow night.
And I can start formal tutoring. In fact, the work unit is not so tight at ordinary times, and I can control my own time after work. Just today, I am a bit busy..."
"Okay! Let's make an agreement tomorrow night."
At night, Chen Lei didn't go back to the dormitory to sleep. Xiao Zixin tossed and turned in bed alone, unable to fall asleep. He kept thinking about some past things in his mind, and the one that appeared the most was his ex-girlfriend - the Miao who he could never forget.
Xiao Lin, and those days and nights with her, the passion, passion, willfulness, and all her smiles and childish every move.
The other one is my parents in my hometown of Xuanpu Niangniang Village.
The past events are vivid, as if they are in front of you.
In any case, those days are long gone. Now, he is facing new goals and choices in life. He must surpass himself, plan every step in the future with more challenging thinking, and move forward firmly and steadily.
Go ahead and shorten the road to success by reducing detours and failures.
What is your so-called success?
Xiao Zixin didn't understand it for a while.
However, it is clear that the so-called Petitions Office under your feet should be used as a reliable springboard to become an official or a high official!
Unknowingly, Xiao Zixin fell asleep.
The next day, Friday. He was the first employee of the Petitions Office to go to work. The first thing he did when he walked into the government building was to go to the small blackboard where the department’s name tags were hung, put his name tag on it, and then filled a pot of boiling water.
, made tea and drank it slowly, looking at the movement outside the glass window.
Except for an old farmer who sued the "village bully" who was too busy and was transferred to him to receive reception, Xiao Zixin hadn't received a protester for three or four days. During this time, other members of the Petition Office had made achievements and were busy.
He couldn't even urinate, and his crotch was always wet, which seemed to exclude him from the Petitions Office.
Gradually there were more and more people in the building.
At eight o'clock, the people from the Petitions Office took their places one after another before the bell rang. Director Liu showed up in the office to see that everyone was here, stood and smoked half a cigarette without saying anything, and left without saying anything.
I sat in the office and read the materials.
This day seemed particularly difficult for Xiao Zixin, who looked calm on the surface.
The exquisite electronic clock on the wall that was "awarded to the province's outstanding county-level petition offices" seemed to not beat for a long time, and the crisp sound of the bell every time it beat kept hitting Xiao Zixin's nerves. He looked out of the window.
He looked away, took off his glasses, and gently rubbed his slightly closed eyes.
Xiao Zixin could never imagine what it would be like to meet Ms. Su that night.
There is more expectation in my heart, and there is also some uncertainty and tension.
At 7 o'clock that night, Xiao Zixin, who had always been trustworthy and punctual, rode his father's broken bicycle to the wealthy area.
What is a "rich area"? Of course, the standards vary from region to region.
In this small Xuanpu county where Xiao Zixin lives, the "Ziguangyuan" community is certainly considered a "rich area" not only in the eyes of income earners like Xiao Zixin, but also in the eyes of ordinary cadres or business owners.
", which is beyond the reach of ordinary wealthy people. This was discovered by Xiao Zixin after he personally inspected the security of the community.
When Ms. Su at the agency politely handed him her business card, she immediately felt it, but that feeling only came from the exquisiteness and feel of the business card itself.
What exactly is printed on it? Firstly, time is in a hurry and both parties have to leave. Secondly, Xiao Zixin subconsciously tells Xiao Zixin that all the answers are on the business card anyway, and the business card already belongs to him. It is not too late to look back at it. But wait until this night
When I really get close to it and take a closer look, I can't help but be surprised!
Rich woman?
So and so, and so on, and so on.
Xiao Zixin arrived in front of Ms. Su's mansion like this. He was a little worried and a little nervous.
There are reasons for this kind of psychological pressure. Factors unique to the poor are already at work. Although they are just tutoring and not dating or asking for money, it is difficult for people to be ambitious when they are poor, let alone
Just entering the gate of Ziguangyuan was full of twists and turns. After a lot of effort, a thorough cross-examination and a phone call to Ms. Su, the broken bicycle that could not get on the countertop was finally detained by the security guard outside the gate.
With social security being like this, the rich are far more worried than the poor.
When I arrived at Ms. Su's house, the doorman had already informed me and Ms. Su came out to greet her. Otherwise, it would have taken a while and a half.