Director of the Centre

Chapter 3 Mistaking bean buns for dry food

Han Lu smiled wryly and looked towards the window, a mature and stable face was reflected in the glass.

In order to give people a reliable impression today, he dressed up in an old-fashioned way.Moreover, he has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a Chinese face, and because of his good grades, he was a study committee member for three years in high school, and a member of the student council in college. superior.

Han Lu felt strange again. There are quite a lot of higher-level units in the city's cultural and art center, such as the Culture and Sports Committee, the Propaganda Department, the mayor, the secretary, and a lot of mothers-in-law. Any one of them is a master. How can they be regarded as enemies by everyone? ?
No matter how you look at it, it looks evil.

He pushed the door of the office, but couldn't open it.

As for the glass windows, as the concierge said just now, because of the rampant thieves recently, they have been welded to death with protective bars.

Even if he was not welded to death, Han Lu was too embarrassed to break through the window and escape.

He came to report today, if an old man really came over the window, wouldn't that be a joke? How can he meet people at work in the future?
If you come, you will be safe. Anyway, Yang Guang, the director of the center, will come back later. Even if the office is not locked, you have to wait here.

So, our Comrade Xiao Han made a cup of tea by himself, raised his legs, and sipped the tea leisurely.

Not long after, employees from the Culture and Art Center came over in twos and threes, gathered outside the office to point and chatter non-stop.

"I said that the one inside is the leader from the superior, so young?"

"Nonsense, cadres are now young and educated. It is not surprising that this young man is in his early thirties, when he is most energetic and capable of doing things. It is not surprising that he is promoted to a leadership position."

"That's right. I practiced kung fu since I was a child. Anyway, we practiced as the master told us. I didn't understand opera or anything. After I was 27, I could taste it."

"Nonsense, you were only 12 years old when you learned "The Great Western Chamber". Men and women, you know nothing about dog talking about sesame candy, how can you sing it with charm? Isn't that the cock crowing early?"

"Hahaha..." Everyone laughed lightly.

Another person asked: "By the way, what unit does that leader belong to? Can he handle our affairs?"

The so-called juezhi means whether you can make numbers and make the final decision. It is a dialect of Southwest Province.

"Then I don't know. Maybe it's from the Propaganda Department, maybe it's from the Personnel Bureau, and it's even more likely to be from the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission. If it's from the Personnel Bureau, it's fine, so you've found the right owner?"

"It's the leader of that unit. You can go in and ask."

"I'll ask... don't hurt me..." The person who spoke suddenly looked fearful.

"Seeing how timid you are like a mouse, according to me, stop singing the matchmaker who dares to act, and go directly to play Zhang Sheng."

Everyone laughed again.

In the office, Han Lu was even more confused when he heard it. It seemed that something serious happened to the cultural center, so that the employees caught a staff member from a higher authority, whether it was a leader or not, and stopped the sedan chair to sue him. Besides.

He is a newcomer who hasn't joined the job yet, and the affairs of the unit have nothing to do with him.It's just a bit depressing to be regarded as someone in his early thirties by future colleagues.

As time passed, more and more people gathered outside the office, and there were hundreds of them in a blink of an eye, crowding a small open space to the brim.

Han Lu has also seen workers get together to argue with their superiors. Isn't his father a fitter? At the end of the last century, when the factory was restructured, everyone had a quarrel.

As a child of a factory, Han Lu had a lot of interests, so he naturally wanted to charge forward with a steel bar, but was kicked home by his father.Cursing, what does the adult's business have to do with your little kid, get out!

The big brother of the worker is not so particular about making troubles. He smashes things and hits people when he sees them, which is extremely destructive.

In contrast, all kinds of people outside today seemed shy. When Han Lu looked over, they subconsciously lowered their eyelids and hid behind their companions.

Han Lu looked intently again, and saw that most of the people who came were in their 30s and 40s, and they looked good.The man is handsome, the woman is beautiful, there is nothing to say about the appearance, otherwise it would be impossible to be a literary and artistic worker.

It's just that artists are sentimental, so naturally they are timid and have little power to act.The so-called: if a scholar rebels, he will fail in three years.

People outside are still muttering.

"Fourth, this fact is important, why don't you go first?"

The man called the fourth child was a slender and weak man. He shrank his neck in fright, and his face turned pale: "I, I, I...why let me take the lead? ...Grey gray..."

"Fourth, look at how cowardly you are, and you still sing Kong Ming in "Lost Empty Slash"? The man Zhuge Liang sat on the tower to watch the mountain scenery, and frightened Cao Wei's [-] soldiers with a piano. What a hero, you are simply embarrassing the prime minister. "

"A play is a play, and life is a life. They can't be confused." The fourth child shook his head, and then retorted: "You still play Zhang Yide and drink the Dangyang bridge, why don't you go in and have a drink?"

"Yes, yes, let Lao Xin go in and drink." Everyone booed.

Lao Xin, who played Zhang Fei, also changed his face, and turned around to scold: "Don't try to use me as a gunman, drink and drink, I'm still hahaha? What the hell, I won't sing Changbanpo anymore. I'm going to play Jiang Gan who steals books."

Everyone persuaded, scolded and laughed, and pushed each other, like a son-in-law with hairy feet who is about to meet his mother-in-law, trembling and afraid to sweat.

Anyway, in a word, we can wave the flag and shout at the back, but we can't rush to the front.

Just as the commotion was changing, a clear and clear female voice suddenly sang: "14 people have been disarmed, and none of them is a man. Forget it, you dare not go in, I will go, and I will see if you are not ashamed when the time comes."

Hearing someone voluntarily volunteered, the literary and art workers who had been in a mess just now quieted down at the same time, and opened a passage to both sides.

I saw a woman in tight bodybuilding pants walking towards the office in a charming figure from behind, and Jiao Didi said angrily: "Which leader is there, where is the senior, and what is the name?"

Han Lu looked up, his eyes were so shocked that he forgot to speak.

The woman was in her early thirties, 1.7 meters tall, a tall and slender girl rarely seen in Southwest Province.

Generally speaking, if a person is tall, he must have a large body weight and appear fat.This woman's waist is as thin as a wine bottle, and she walks like a willow branch blown by the wind, so soft that it seems to be floating.

The woman has apricot eyes, willow-leaf eyebrows, a small cherry mouth, a high nose bridge, and snow-white skin. She is also a gorgeous existence among the handsome men and beauties.

Tuanhua was talking about her.

After shouting a few times, Han Lu didn't speak.

The girl cast a contemptuous glance at her cowardly colleague, unlocked the lock, walked straight into the office, and gave Han Lu a little blessing: "My lord, I wish you the best of luck, my family greets you."

Well, she took this place as a stage, which inevitably meant molesting her superiors.

(End of this chapter)