Power and Wealth

Before noon.

In my own office.

In the morning, Dong Xuebin did not go out, did not step out of the house at all. He made his own tea and drank it. By the way, he turned over several files of cadres in the eighth room and the second place, and played a playful piece of music. I'm not prepared to do anything, but I still need to know the name, otherwise it's a joke. Wang Erlang's legs smoked and drank tea to listen to the song, Dong Xuebin did not mention how much moisturizing it has become. For the first time in so many years, Dong Xuebin enjoyed it so easily. Dong Xuebin felt that his son had died in vain before, so why did he spell it? Why are you fighting so hard? Isn't it for a better life? Dong Xuebin now realizes that he is well beyond his peers, and already has rights and status that many people do not have. He can enjoy the moment with this rare leisure time. After so many years of exhaustion, it is time to relax for a few months, it is good.

Five minutes… ten minutes… lunch break is up.

Dong Xuebin beat a lazy waist and finally kowtowed two melons to spit the melon peel. He stood up with a lazy waist and pushed the door out.

Outside.

Everyone is rested and ready to eat.

Together, there are only seventy-eight leaders. There are not many of them, but all of them are cadres without exception. With the exception of two directors, Yoon Cheng 'an, and two deputy directors, Chen Dayou, the highest-ranking inspector is Dong Xuebin, the highest-ranking or even deputy director, and the lowest-ranking cadre is also the deputy director.

In a short time, Dong Xuebin has put people right again.

Suddenly, a generous and kind middle-aged man came in from outside, and Yan Yue said: “It's lunch break, hard work for everyone, eh, Director Dong is here, see that you didn't work in the morning, I also called someone to give you a sick leave.” This is the Director of Branch Two. Their department handled Yin Chengan. When he reported yesterday, Dong Xuebin had already met with him. He just laughed and said: “It's okay. I let someone erase my sick leave for a while. Just come. I thought you were sick. ”

Dong Xuebin was also very honest. “It's late, and you still think about it. I'm sorry, Commissioner Yin. ”

Yoon Cheng An smiled very kindly, “It's okay, by the way, you're officially at work today. You haven't eaten at the office yet, have you? Walk, I'll show you the way. ”

"Dong Xuebin laughed.“ Thank you, Commissioner Yin. ”

A girl who was in her 20s and about the same age as Dong Xuebin suddenly laughed. “Director Yin, I don't recognize the road either, you should take me. ”

Yoon Cheng-An pointed at him and said, “Your little girl has been here for two years. I don't think you're the only one on the road. Don't you just want to rub dinner? I don't know you yet. ”

Dong Xuebin knows that the girl is called Han Fei.

Han Fei giggled, “You found me, I don't have any money for my lunch card. I've been so poor lately. ”

“I'm scared of you.” Yoon Cheng-An is not angry, so he greets others. "Okay, today I will treat you, Xiaohe, Xiao-Sun, Zhang, go with me. Chen is on a business trip. Today he seems unhappy. Ha, let's go, but I can tell you first, I will limit each of you to 20 yuan. I won't ask for more. ”

Hamphyton shouted, "It's only twenty! You're choking! ”

Yoon Sung-an smiled. “We're going to develop a hard and simple spirit. Twenty yuan is already a lot of money. Do you want to eat poor me? ”

Sun Zhaobang and Zhang Dongliang and others smiled.

Sun Zhaobang is a little fat guy around the age of thirty, "I want three chicken legs then. ”

Yoon Sung-an glanced at him. “Look at you. If you're fat, eat less. ”

Likewise, he Zhou laughed when he was 30 years old: “If you want three chicken legs and you can order a bowl of rice, we all eat it stuck with 20 yuan. Don't be polite with Commissioner Yoon. ”

Yoon Sung-an smiled at them and said, "You guys. ”

Seeing this scene, Dong Xuebin was a little surprised. In his impression, in his contacts, he always thought that the disciplinary committee was an old-fashioned department. For example, when he was in the Fenzhou Municipal Disciplinary Committee, everyone was serious and made the whole office atmosphere seem particularly cold. This is the Sino-Discipline Committee, Dong Xuebin thought it would be even more so. Who wants to be confused? The atmosphere inside the two places is actually like this, a handful without the temper and joy, a female cadre who dared to say anything, and several inspectors who dared to make jokes about their leaders. This is an interesting department, Dong Xuebin looked at them a few times.

When we got together, everyone went downstairs.

All the way to joke and laugh, Dong Xuebin didn't say anything, just listened to them talk. This is determined to keep the idea low, and the words are scarce.

In front is the third cafeteria.

There are many of them, nearly a hundred of them have arrived.

Dong Xuebin went in and ordered meals. Nobody said to help Yin Chengan and Dong Xuebin fight for dinner. He didn't even ask a single question. Dong Xuebin didn't feel much. He used to cook for himself when he worked, so he went to the window to ask for a few simple green vegetables and meat matches. He wanted to invite everyone to eat, but he hasn't done the meal card yet. Finally, he brushed Yin Chengan's rice card.

Ten minutes later.

A few people at the second place sat down at a small table.

“I can move chopsticks.” Yin Chengan laughed and ate one first. He also said to Dong Xuebin: “How about trying this dish? Our little stir-fry in the third cafeteria is still good. ”

Dong Xuebin took a bite, slightly. "Yummy. ”

Everyone didn't speak much to Dong Xuebin, so they didn't talk to him, and they didn't know each other well.

Only Han Fei's little eyes measured him so hard, suddenly he was cold and asked, “Director Dong, hip-hop, what is your background? ”

Dong Xuebin almost sprayed out his meal. “Ah? ”

Yoon Cheng An was also amused. “Han, can't you keep your mouth shut? ”

Sun Zhaobang, Zhang Dongliang, He Wednesday people were silent for a while, the girl dared to say anything.

“Aren't I curious?” Han Fei looked at Dong Xuebin with a big eye. "I was the same age as Director Dong, but now I'm in full discipline. This gap is too big. It's too much of a blow to my confidence. ”

Actually, he Zhou Sun Zhaobang, why don't they try it? Also curious, they remember hearing that a full-time inspector, only twenty-six years old, was going to be stunned after taking office. At this age, this level is a bit speechless, but curiosity is curious. That's not what I asked.

Dong Xuebin smiled. “I don't have any background. ”

Sun Zhaobang immediately said: "Fifi, eat your meal. ”

Han Fei muttered, “If you don't tell, don't tell. ”

Dong Xuebin was also not angry. He was a surname-affiliated person. On the contrary, he quite liked Han Fei's small name.

(To be continued)