"Zhongyuan is going to temporarily transfer your third uncle to the Second Secretary's Office of the State General Office as deputy director." After hanging up Lu Zhongyuan's phone, Lu Wenyuan walked to the middle of the yard under a camphor tree with a crown trimmed into a ball and said to

Qin Zhengfan, who was reading under the shade of a tree, said.

"I don't understand this aspect. It's okay if you and Zhong Yuan think it's appropriate." Qin Zhengfan put down the book, looked up at Lu Wenyuan, and said with a smile.

"The Second Secretary's Office is a division-level department that specifically cooperates with the work of the executive deputy governor. Your third uncle was originally just a section-level employee. With his current situation, it is impossible for him to be promoted too much all at once. When it comes to the position of Deputy Director, no.

It's too much of an exception, and it's a department directly under Lu Zhongyuan himself, so others can't gossip. Moreover, your third uncle was promoted from the Museum of Literature and History to the Second Secretary's Office of the State General Office, and he can also clearly reveal to the outside world what the state leaders are like.

I think more highly of him."

"Also, your third uncle is already in his early forties. If he still wants to be promoted and express his ambitions in his official career, the State Office Secretariat is a good springboard, and it is also convenient for Lu Zhongyuan to take care of him personally.

, give him some pointers." Lu Wenyuan explained specifically.

"Haha, there are so many twists and turns in the official career. Brother, if you don't explain it, I don't know that there are so many tricks in this seemingly random job transfer. It seems that Zhong Yuan is the one to find.

By the way, otherwise I really can't handle this matter well. I can see that my third uncle still wants to make some achievements in his official career." Qin Zhengfan said after hearing this.

"If your third uncle has this idea, that's the best!" Lu Wenyuan nodded, then changed the subject and said, "Shall we start visiting today?"

"Brother, if there is nothing else important, let's just start today. Let's start with the ancient sects. They have a long history, and among established sects and famous mountains, there is a greater chance that there are elixirs passed down." Qin Zhengfan said.

"Listen to you. It's obviously not suitable to visit the Scarlet Moon Sect at the moment. Let's visit the Lingyun Sect first today." Lu Wenyuan said.

"Okay." Qin Zhengfan nodded and put away the book.

"By the way, Zhong Yuan originally wanted to treat you to dinner in the evening, but Lingyun Sect is located in Qingmin Mountain, and the journey is a bit far. It will definitely be too late for dinner. Do you think you should make an appointment at another time? Speaking of the head of the Lu family and the three

The clan elder also wants to treat you to a meal and show your kindness as a landlord." Lu Wenyuan said as he stood up.

"It's the weekend in two days. Why don't we tentatively schedule the weekend first, so it won't affect their work." Qin Zhengfan thought for a while and replied.

"Haha, it's just you. How can other big shots consider others as carefully as you do?" Lu Wenyuan smiled when he heard this and pointed at Qin Zhengfan.

While joking, the two got into an off-road vehicle.

The driver is naturally Qin Zhengfan.

…

In the morning, Municipal Museum of Culture and History.

The work in the Cultural and History Museum is relatively leisurely. Qin Jiayong is browsing some cultural and historical materials in Shengling City as usual. When he gets a little bored, he makes a cup of tea, takes a few sips slowly, or smokes a cigarette in the corridor.

.

After drinking a few cups of tea and smoking a few cigarettes, the morning basically passed.

Such a leisurely life is naturally not what Qin Jiayong, who is only in his early forties and wants to do a great career, wants.

Qin Jiayong once thought of simply going into the sea.

But he has not taken bribes in these years, and has no other additional income except dead wages and bonuses. It seems that his life is worry-free, but after deducting living expenses, part of the housing and commercial loans and mortgages, he has not accumulated much money after working for more than 20 years.

Come down.

Pensions and pensions are quite generous, but they can only be enjoyed after retirement.

He also has a lot of housing provident fund from his job, but when he bought his house, in addition to the commercial loan mortgage and the provident fund loan mortgage, he basically paid the mortgage.

Last night, Tao Qin said that more than half of the money for the house was paid for by her family, which was actually an exaggeration.

Tao Qin's parents valued their two sons, and spent most of their life savings to support them. There was also a son-in-law who knew how to run a business, and Tao Qin's parents later supported them a lot.

Only for Tao Qin, her parents only paid a little more than half of the down payment, which was regarded as a dowry. The remainder, including nearly half of the down payment, was paid with hard work by Qin Jiayong and his wife, and they never supported them again.

Qin Jiayong has a sense of aloofness and slight masculinity in his heart. Tao Qin said so, and he is not willing to scheming with her, because his parents-in-law did help with the money back then, and he decided to clean up his family anyway.

household.

Therefore, Qin Jiayong has no funds to go into business. He has to look for a job in a company. For someone like him, who is in his early forties and has been working in government agencies, there seems to be no job suitable for him. Some of them may only be at the lowest level.

Therefore, Qin Jiayong had this idea several times, but finally gave up and accepted his fate.

People in their forties, as Qin Jiayong himself said, have passed their forties. He will no longer be as full of unrealistic longings for the future as he was when he was young.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Qin Jiayong closed the book and prepared to go to the corridor to smoke a cigarette.

At this moment, the director of the Museum of Literature and History walked in with a smile on his face, waved to Qin Jiayong and said: "Jiayong, come on, come and sit in my office. I have something to tell you."

Qin Jiayong looked at the friendly smile on the face of the Museum of Literature and History and felt that the sun was rising from the west today.

The rank of the Municipal Museum of Culture and History is actually not low. The director was once said to be quite an influential figure in the municipal circles. However, for some reasons, he was transferred to the Museum of Culture and History before he was old enough to retire.

Therefore, the curator has always been in a depressed mood, and his attitude towards the librarians below has always been relatively cold and indifferent.

But today the curator actually came to the office to call him in person, with a smile on his face. It was really strange for Qin Jiayong, until the colleague next to him secretly kicked Qin Jiayong.

Qin Jiayong suddenly came to his senses, quickly retracted his hand that reached into his trouser pocket for the cigarette, replied with a smile, and then followed the curator into his office.

"Come on, Jiayong, sit down, sit down, and smoke a cigarette." The curator asked Qin Jiayong to sit down, and smoked a cigarette and threw it to him seemingly casually, as if the relationship between the two was very familiar and solid.

"Thank you, curator." Qin Jiayong quickly took the cigarette and held it in his hand, but did not dare to light it.

The curator smiled and took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

Although Qin Jiayong will not deliberately flatter and cater to his leadership, after so many years in the official career, he still has some proper vision and rules.

Upon seeing this, Qin Jiayong quickly took out a lighter and lit it for the curator.

The curator deliberately stepped forward and took a puff, blew out a smoke ring, and then pointed at Qin Jiayong and said: "You can light it yourself, be more casual. From now on, you should come and sit here often when you have time. For our museum's staff,

We also need a lot of support in our work.”

Qin Jiayong, who also lit it for himself according to Yan, heard the last half of the sentence, and his hand holding the lighter trembled, and he asked cautiously with some uncertainty: "Director, what do you mean by this?"

"Jia Yong, aren't you interesting enough? The state government office has called me asking for people. Don't you know?" The curator pointed at Qin Jiayong with a smile and said.

"The state government office called to ask for me?" Qin Jiayong pointed to his nose, his eyes widening.

"You really don't know?" Seeing that Qin Jiayong didn't seem to be joking, the curator couldn't help but look a little surprised and said: "That's strange. I just called from the general office and told me clearly that I would transfer you.

The general office, and also asked you to go to the general office in the morning to find Director Chu."

"Is this, could this be a mistake?" Qin Jiayong asked with a trembling voice, feeling that his heart almost jumped out of his throat when he heard this.

"What kind of department is that in the state government office? How could it possibly make such a mistake! You, you don't even know when you will fall into the eyes of the leaders and attract their attention! However, this also shows that the gold is only covered in dust for a while.

It will shine one day." The curator said with a smile.

Then the curator chatted with Qin Jiayong's family for a long time, and when the heat was almost over, he urged Qin Jiayong to go to the state office first.

After leaving the Museum of Literature and History, Qin Jiayong always felt that the sun was particularly dazzling today, which was very unreal.

He, an unknown librarian of the Museum of Literature and History, suddenly attracted the attention of the state government office. Although Qin Jiayong thought that even if he went to work in the state government office, he would only be an ordinary secretary clerk, but that was Jintang Prefecture politics.

How can a place that is the center of power be the same as a place that is as stable as the Museum of Literature and History?

Even if Qin Jiayong was demoted and given a choice, he would only choose the State Government Office instead of the Museum of Literature and History.

However, at noon, when Qin Jiayong walked out of the state government office, the sun hanging high in the sky made him feel much more dazzling than in the morning, and became more and more unreal.

He never dreamed that he, an unknown librarian of the Museum of Literature and History, would not only attract the attention of the State General Office and be transferred to the State General Office, but he would also not be an ordinary secretary clerk, but would serve as the Secretary of the Second Division.

The deputy director was not only promoted one level in rank, but was also equivalent to the second secretary of the executive deputy governor.

This means that once Secretary Ye who is closest to the Executive Deputy Governor, that is, the Director of the Second Secretary's Office, has something to do, he, the Deputy Director and Second Secretary, will have to assume the position of Secretary to the Executive Deputy Governor, who is the closest person to the Executive Deputy Governor.

The nearest person.

In other words, starting from today, he will be the top spokesperson for the executive deputy governor.

Many times, what he said represented what the deputy governor meant.

How could Qin Jiayong, who had been in the official career for more than 20 years, not understand the weight of this?

"How could this happen? Is it true that some of the papers I published in the past few years have caught the attention of the leaders?" Qin Jiayong looked up at the sky, and then secretly pinched himself while others were not paying attention.

painful.

Qin Jiayong took a deep breath, raised his chest, then took out his mobile phone and turned it on.

He just turned off his phone on purpose and didn't dare to turn it on.

As soon as he turned on his phone, Qin Jiayong found several missed calls and text messages.

The calls came from some colleagues from the Museum of Literature and History, some of whom we had very weak relations with. They usually didn’t bother to say hello when they met in the library, so they just nodded to acknowledge him. However, now they took the initiative to call him, and even left an enthusiastic message asking for an invitation.

A text message about his meal.

Apparently, the news that he was going to be transferred to work in the state government office had already spread in the cultural and history museum.

"Haha!" Qin Jiayong looked through the numbers and text messages on his phone, smiled and shook his head.

…

Noon, Yunlan Villa.

A well-decorated apartment, the home of Tao Qin's parents.

Except for the two sons-in-law and children of the Tao family, everyone from the Tao family was there, including the two daughters-in-law of the Tao family.

The table is filled with sumptuous dishes.
To be continued...