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Two hundred and fifty-third chapters are pregnant with ghosts (4)

"It's still useful. You go back and take a shower first and have a good sleep. Don't worry too much about Yang Jihong. Trust the organization. I have asked the training center to provide you with a maid to take care of your daily life -

Of course it’s temporary, and it’s up to you to decide how to arrange it in the future.”

After sending away the confused Yang Yuanlao, Xiao Zishan shook the phone twice and picked up the phone: "Answer the office of Principal Fangcaodi!"

The call was answered quickly. A veteran of this level would not go home and go to bed so early.

"Zhixiang—"

"It's Director Xiao. Do you have anything else to tell me at this late hour? Do you also want to recommend a few life secretaries to high school? No problem!"

"You know everything about Yang Xinwu, right? He came to me again today and actually asked to take the blame himself!"

"Oh! Is there such a thing?!"

"Xin Wu is a person who values ​​love and justice, and is a bit sentimental. After Yang Jihong was caught, it was inevitable that he would be a little careless with irritating remarks. You, the principal, should pay more attention to your comrades!"

"Director Xiao, don't worry. Ziguang and I are about to go see Xinwu. I've prepared the wine. No problem. Leave it on me."

"I think his health is not very good. If school work can accommodate him, I suggest you arrange a vacation-style recuperation for him."

"I will definitely do it!"

Xiao Zishan put down the phone and looked out the window at the dark night. It seemed that Lin Xiaoya's case was in deep water! Mr. Yang's sudden loss of heart and madness today was a bit unreasonable. He had to divert his attention as soon as possible.

He picked up the receiver again:

"Training center? I'm Xiao Zishan. I asked you to choose the candidate last time, have you done it? The level doesn't matter, the important thing is that the cup size should be D. I know that there are very few people who meet the requirements - choose a few. Tomorrow morning

Send their files to my desk, yes, I will see them after I get to work."

He put down the phone, thought for a moment, took out his PHS phone from the locked drawer, and dialed a number:

"Nanhai? Are you still at the tea house? You are so lucky. There is something about an elder named Yang Xinwu - you know? That's good. To make a long story short: I heard that he has been hanging around your place recently. I want to invite you.

Do me a favor. Check who has been to your tea house tonight? It would be better if your people could recall who has seen this Elder Yang. Can you give me the news tomorrow? Great!"

Yang Xinwu was sent home by the staff of the office. He didn't even change his clothes. He just fell on the bed and slept until dawn the next day. He took out his watch and saw that it was already nine o'clock in the morning - this was the first time since D-Day.

No, he usually arrives at his office in Fangcaodi at 6:30.

He quickly got up and called Zhang Zhixiang on PHS. Before he could speak, the other party had already spoken:

"The general office notified us yesterday that you need a recuperative leave. Just rest at home these days. Ziguang and I came to see you after work." Zhang Zhixiang's tone was a bit strange - you know what kind of vacation this is?

Good things are simply a fantasy to the elders.

A night of adequate sleep made his originally groggy mind clear. He had never felt so clear and clear-headed in the past few days. It was as if his whole person had come to life again. In his mind, which was like a river and lake, suddenly,

Everything has a clue.

"What the hell have I done!" Yang Xinwu grabbed his hair, suddenly realizing what a stupid thing he did last night.

Cheng Yong... He originally wanted to curse the woman who talked nonsense to him last night and almost caused him to fall into eternal hatred. Suddenly he realized that he had forgotten her name. No matter how hard he tried to recall at this moment, he couldn't even remember her face.

, I vaguely remember a rough outline and the "amazing glimpse" feeling in my mind.

Looking back now, he was vaguely aware that this woman wanted to take advantage of him. Although he didn't know what the other party's motives were, it seemed that this was the only feasible way when he was desperate. Secondly, at that time, he had already

Tormented by the anger of disappointment, he broke the pot - he found that he could not exert any influence on this matter! He had to wait quietly for the judgment of the will of some people who didn't know where they were sitting! He didn't know that these people were

Who and on what basis will make the decision, or even on which day the decision will be made, is unknown.

He begged his grandfather and grandma everywhere, and went to every place he could think of that might be related to the case. Every place gave him polite and even warm and considerate comfort, but there was no useful answer.

A strong sense of humiliation in front of the organization enveloped him. The behemoth of the Senate is so huge. Although he is called a senator, he is pitifully small!

On the one hand, he took up an education position because he valued education and believed that there are always people who need to do obscure jobs. On the other hand, he wanted to stay away from the struggles of various factions in the Senate. He had had enough of this kind of thing in the bank.

But staying away from the power struggle means staying away from the center of power. Being a soy sauce person has to pay a price. Now he deeply understands what this price is.

Thinking of the advice Lao Wu gave him when he was drinking tea at the farm tea house a few days ago:

"You only need to say one sentence in public in court: 'I respect the law. Jihong is punished by law for what he deserves, but after all, she is the woman I spent time with in the early days of time travel, and she is also my future wife.

She is the mother who gave birth to the child, so she will always have a place in my family.' With this sentence, no matter what the arbitral tribunal or the executive committee, they have to give you a face - you are a veteran after all."

But... this is so fucking cowardly! If you are still suffering from this kind of cowardice in this time and space, you might as well accept the punishment from the bank and live on the subsistence allowance and go out to collect debts!

In contrast, the suggestions put forward by Na Cheng had a bit of an earth-shattering effect. Thinking about it makes people excited - it's a pity that it's such a trap. If you really jump in, you will be buried.

I was imagining and sulking at myself. The doorbell rang. When I opened the door, I saw the principal Zhang Zhixiang, followed by his school best friend Yuan Ziguang. Yuan Ziguang was carrying several bottles of wine, and Zhang Zhixiang was holding a big rattan basket. A scent of fragrance had already hit my nostrils.

Come

Principal Zhang is a master of cooking with a chef certificate. However, due to his busy work schedule, he only cooks in person on large occasions such as teachers’ dinners or the Senate’s annual meeting. Usually he is too lazy to cook himself, so as usual, he cooks in person

School cafeteria solution.

This time I cooked the food myself, and it was really caring.

Zhang Zhixiang smiled and said: "Lao Yang, I know you feel bad, so we brothers will chat with you."

Because there was no one to clean up, Yang Xinwu's dormitory was in a mess. The three of them found an open space in the living room and put down the food and drinks around the table.

Zhang Zhixiang poured half a cup of rum, then filled it with soda water and handed it to Yang Xinwu: "Why should a man have a wife? Come on, drink this cup of rum. The world of the Senate belongs to us. There are so many lolita.

Sister Yu, the mature woman is waiting for us to enjoy it, so don’t leave it to mother-in-law and mother-in-law."

"That's right, there is no obstacle that cannot be overcome. We are currently planning a plaid skirt club - we have something to do again." Yuan Ziguang almost drooled into his wine.

"What!? What kind of club is this? You didn't even tell me. I'm warning you not to do this!" Zhang Zhixiang's voice rose an octave.

"Boss, let me explain. This is a suggestion made by many elders. Nowadays, literary and art groups are seriously short of talents, so we ask the Education Committee to open a special art class in Fangcaodi for targeted education. This is not a shameful hobby." Yuan Ziguang

He explained hurriedly.

"I'm telling you, don't pretend to be a public servant to feed your own interests! Give me some dignity, I can't afford to embarrass that person!"

"Don't worry, this time it must have been done through formal procedures. Haven't the Senate been clamoring that there are too few cultural and artistic activities? We are serving the Senate."



Yang Xinwu stared at them, then drank a glass of wine: "Boss, Lao Yuan, let me ask a question, why did you come to this time and space?"

Several people were stunned for a moment, their minds wandering through the ethnographic museum, capturing the world's young girls and teaching them, uniforms and seductions, and other ideas, but the train of thought did not catch up at once.

"We came to this time and space, don't we just pursue a new life? Do we hope to achieve a career and become the talkers of this world? We originally thought that the new time and space would have enough resources, and with the support of the Senate, we would do a good job

When the organization develops and expands, we will have the opportunity to guide the country in the future, but it seems that our ideas are too naive! Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and the Senate is a big river and lake, which is different from any other place we have been in in the past.

Every place is the same! We are comfortable staying in the ivory tower of Fangcaodi, but we are being marginalized day by day and lose the right to speak. This time about the Jihong incident, I have nothing but to go to Director Xiao every day

I was wasting my time there and couldn't get anything done. I couldn't even hear any news. Yesterday, I almost fell into the trap of a woman!" He asked quietly, "Does the world of the Senate really belong to us?"

"Of course this world belongs to us. As long as it's one person, one vote, even if the meeting is just for fun, they still have to pay our bills." Zhang Zhixiang comforted, "Your situation is special. Even if it's Ma Qianzhu's life secretary.

If something like this happens, he may not be able to get any better."

"The Governor doesn't have a living secretary at all - these people are smart!" Yang Xinwu took a bite of Zhang Zhixiang's secret donkey meat, "He has Tang Tang and the Queen, so what kind of living secretary does he need? We can't compete!"

"Don't you have Mr. Wen..."

"Mr. Wen doesn't care at all. To him, the life secretary is just an inflatable doll that can do housework and talk." Yang Xinwu sighed, a little envious of Mr. Wen's cool and almost cold attitude towards women.


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