Bus No. 10, 64 Yan Ning, the culprit who left many leaders confused as to why, was walking relaxedly on Hongqi Street in Bingcheng.
At around nine o'clock in the morning, the train slowly drove into Beijiang Bingcheng Station. Since Shuangjiang City is a remote city in the country and is not directly connected to the capital, you have to transfer at Bingcheng from the capital to Shuangjiang.
Yan Ning fully carried forward Lei Feng's spirit and helped the beauty... No, it was a fellow villager, um, he helped fellow villager Qian Xiaoyu sign and transfer tickets, carry luggage, and then send it to the station.
Xiaoyu was sent to Shuangjiang.
It was already close to ten o'clock when he walked out of the station. Yan Ning calculated the time. If he took a taxi, it would take about thirty minutes to get to the Organization Department of the Provincial Party Committee on Huayuan Street. In this way, it would be around ten-thirty to get there.
Normally, most government agencies get off work around 11:30 p.m., but that’s only under normal circumstances. Bac Giang Province’s government work style is notoriously bad. Basically, at ten o’clock, all employees in the entire unit except a few or two left behind.
Individuals are on duty, and others will leave their posts early with various excuses. As for what time to go to work in the afternoon, it depends on your mood. If you can come in two or three minutes, it is considered good.
He had to go early in the morning and late in the evening. Wanting to give it a try, Yan Ning took a taxi to the gate of the Provincial Party Committee. Although Beijiang Province is poor and backward, backwardness refers to economic development and social progress, and poverty refers to ordinary people.
, Therefore, poverty and backwardness have absolutely nothing to do with the Provincial Party Committee. You can feel it when you look at the comprehensive office building of the Beijiang Provincial Party Committee.
A total of five office buildings on the southeast, northwest and four sides circle a courtyard the size of a stadium. This is the courtyard of the Beijiang Provincial Party Committee. Three horizontal and three vertical straight corridors divide the entire courtyard into several areas. Green corridors on both sides
The trees are shady, and through the shade of the trees, you can clearly see the rockeries and gardens located in the depths. The joints of each two office buildings are planned as large and small parking lots, with dozens of cars of various models scattered here and there.
Parked scattered.
By asking the armed police on duty, Yan Ning learned that the Organization Department of the Beijiang Provincial Committee is located on the fourth floor of Building No. 1 in the south. He found the youth cadre office responsible for managing the selected students, and everything went smoothly beyond Yan Ning's expectations.
Imagine. After all, this is an organizational department, a place that manages cadres. The work style is rigorous and the service attitude is enthusiastic. It’s almost eleven o’clock. In the office of the Youth Cadre Department that I entered, there are four office workers.
Young Master, as soon as he introduced himself, he was very enthusiastic. He served tea and poured water, and the director named Yu personally helped him to open and forward the letter of introduction and gave instructions over and over again.
The things I need to do when I go to Shuangjiang, this attitude, and this style are really not something I can't cover up.
Yan Ning didn't know that Yu Shijie from the Youth Cadre Department was a careful person. After Minister Qin explained that Yan Ning was coming to report, he immediately organized a meeting for the staff responsible for receiving the selected students and strictly required them to receive the selected students.
Staff members are not allowed to leave their posts during working hours. Yan Ning must be notified immediately after reporting, and he will receive him in person.
There are no fools who can work in the provincial party committee organization. The director of the department pays so much attention to this transferred student named Yan Ning, which means that Yan Ning either has a deep background or has deeper problems that are not known to ordinary staff like them. Since he offended
If you can't afford it, then try your best to be friends with him so as not to cause trouble for yourself. So, when Yan Ning checked in, there was a moving scene of the staff who dare not say it is unprecedented, but who was definitely unprecedentedly enthusiastic.
Yan Ning could not be said to be familiar with Bingcheng, nor could he be said to be unfamiliar. He had visited Bingcheng several times, and some famous buildings could be found in their general locations. The train back to Shuangjiang was around three o'clock in the afternoon, and he took a taxi.
At that time, Yan Ning specifically inquired about the bus situation with the driver master. He learned that after turning left from Huayuan Street to Hongqi Street, there would be a bus to the train station not far away. The road was not far and there was plenty of time. Of course, he had to take the bus.
Yes, this money has a lot of uses, so we must save it where it needs to be.
"Minibus No. 12, bus No. 105, heading towards the train station, that's it." Looking up at the sign, Yan Ning found the bus stop.
"Well, the minibus is 2 yuan and the bus is 1 yuan. There's not much difference. Whichever bus comes first, I'll take that route." Yan Ning calculated silently, looking up into the distance.
After waiting for a while, whether it was a bus or a minibus, looking from a distance, not even a shadow could be seen. More and more people were waiting for the bus under the sign, with anxious moods etched on their faces.
They were probably cursing the bus driver.
In the distance, a bus turned a corner on Huayuan Street and drove quickly along Hongqi Street. Although it was a curve, the driver had no intention of braking. The front of the car turned around first, and the rear of the car swung outwards with the front of the car.
, the rear wheels were suspended more than ten centimeters high. When the car body was straightened, after the wheels landed on the ground, sparks flew up.
"It's Route 64! Hurry up, hurry up, this bus doesn't wait for you." A sharp-eyed person saw the number plate on the front of the bus from a distance and shouted loudly, causing a burst of noise among the crowd.
As early as a few years ago, Yan Ning knew that Bingcheng Bus Company's management was unscientific. The base salary was based on the number of laps run on a route and the shift handover time. If the completion was not completed, money would be deducted. In addition, the driver and passengers
The quality of the service is low, and the service attitude is notoriously bad. Drivers often insult passengers because they are slow to get on and off the bus, which delays time. Sometimes, they don’t care whether the passengers have finished getting on or off the bus, and they just leave the bus and leave at a speed that is too fast.
It’s not an exaggeration to describe it.
The No. 64 bus was coming quickly. It was not the bus that she was waiting for. Yan Ning was not in a hurry and automatically took a few steps to the side to make it easier for others to get on the bus. Suddenly, Yan Ning saw a pink rice
The mouse's light balloon flew past and fluttered down the sidewalk. A three or four-year-old girl stretched out her hands and walked clumsily to chase the pink balloon. Her route happened to be the No. 64 bus.
The destination of the car.
"Baby, come back quickly, it's dangerous." A woman's hurried exclamation came from behind Yan Ning.
The little girl caught the light balloon and smiled. She turned a blind eye to the No. 64 bus that was speeding toward her. She seemed to hear the shouts of her relatives and turned to look for the source of the sound.
The bus was still running very fast without any signs of braking. It seemed that it didn't even consider whether there was someone in front of it blocking the road, or the driver didn't even realize that he needed to apply the brakes.
"Baby, come back quickly!" A heartbreaking cry sounded again, and a young woman stumbled and ran towards the middle of the road.
The No. 64 bus was closer, 15 meters, 10 meters... Yan Ning seemed to have thought of something in an instant. He rushed out with one lunge, alternating two steps, and rushed to the side of the little girl, leaning forward with his body.
Xing, stretched out his right hand horizontally, took the child into his arms, lowered his body, twisted his feet hard, threw out a large Tai Chi arc, and fell out sideways again, while the No. 64 bus whizzed past.
, the hot steam from the car hit Yan Ning's face, making Yan Ning feel suffocated.
"It's the first time I'm so close to death. It's okay, it's okay..." The heart rate suddenly accelerated, making Yan Ning gasp for breath. She was secretly thankful in her heart and looked down at the little girl crawling on her body.
The ignorant child seemed to be frightened. He didn't know why he was crawling on someone else's body. His big black eyes were wide open and he looked straight at Yan Ning. After a moment, the child came back to his senses.
She burst into tears and called her mother loudly.
"Baby, are you okay? Mommy was scared to death! Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!" A woman in beige business attire ran over and held the child tightly in her arms, stroking her gently with her hands.
The child's head and mouth kept chattering.
"Little brother, thank you, thank you, are you okay?" A man in his early thirties, wearing glasses and looking like a gentle man helped Yan Ning up, saying thank you and helping Yan Ning.
Buffing the dust off his body.
"It's okay, it's okay, you're welcome. Take a look at the child quickly. Don't break it." Yan Ning could tell that this was a family of three. Looking at the couple, they seemed to be educated people.
, they don’t have the unique roughness and boldness of northerners, and they are obviously more cultivated and quality people.
Seeing the little girl's crying turned into sobbing softly, Yan Ning didn't know why she suddenly thought of the little witch. Sometimes the little witch is like this little girl, shedding tears heartlessly when she is unhappy. It's really
It’s impossible to calculate how many unequal treaties the little witch earned from Yan Ning with these cheap tears.
The couple gently warned the child, and Yan Ning patted the dust on his body gently, turned around and left.
"Brother, brother, don't go! You stupid head, hold your brother back quickly." Yan Ning's head just turned around following the greeting, and a pair of hands firmly grasped his wrist, as if he was afraid that he would be there at any time.