The faint sunlight passed through the door and sprinkled on the cactus on the table. The originally blurred rhizomes and raised ball thorns immediately became clear. The faint sunlight attached to the soft green. Xue Xiang, who had been tired for a long time, felt his heart suddenly relaxed.

Today is November 3rd, and more than two months have passed since that day of harvesting millet in Meiyuan. Xue Xiang was unforgettable to remember that unlucky day. Comrade Zhenhua was going to communicate with the old leader about Xu Zi's position, but by then, the two had already communicated. Xue Xiang broke into this in one fell swoop, and not only was the old leader criticized, but also gave Zhenhua a free labor force.

You say that you should work, but Xue Xiang is so young, strong, and hard. But Comrade Zhenhua was afraid that the old leader would be pulled to the grain next time, so he handed over the large piece of field to Xue Xiang, and let him flatten it in one fell swoop, saying that he would come to check it out later. Even though Xue Xiang was strong and strong, and had unparalleled martial arts and bravery, he learned hard that when he finished cutting that piece of field, it was already the moon on the willows.

At that time, when he finished cutting the last bush of millet, Xue Xiang felt that his thick waist was no longer his own. He immediately fell into the field and never thought about it again. He lay in the field and looked at the bright moon and the starry sky for a while. Before Comrade Zhenhua came to check it, he just got up and saw a guard coming over with a small bamboo basket. Xue Xiang took it and saw that it was half a basket of steamed buns and a bottle of water. He urgently asked Chief Zhenhua where he had gone.

The guard replied that the old leader and Zhenhua had gone out after they came back from the field. He was instructed by the old leader to give steamed buns and water when Xue Xiang finished his work in the field. In addition, the old leader asked him to reiterate, saying that he would welcome Xue Xiang to come again when he harvested next year!

After hearing this, Xue Xiang's face turned green immediately. He held the bamboo basket and moved his long legs, which were sore and swollen, quickly. He made up his mind and would not come here alone no matter what he said in the future.

Of course, Xue Xiang did not work in vain this time. At least Xu Zidian learned from him that his big task had been accomplished!

On September 5th, Xue Xiang was at Guangren Gate and did it!

On September 8th, Xue Xiang bid farewell to An Zaihai on Chang'an Street!

After that, Xue Xiang read books and studied honestly, and was familiar with the work of the Youth League Committee. Of course, he had to make a sumptuous dinner for his family every day. But good days always seemed too fast. As soon as he got familiar with the work flow of the Youth League Committee, he went to the Propaganda Department in charge and said a few words. The other person waved his slap.

Look, Xue Xiang piled up two piles of documents on his desk, one pile of more than one foot, one pile of half a foot high and one pile of half a foot high and one. The one that had been more than three and a half days and a half was about to read. It was already three in the afternoon, and in the past few days, he spent all his time on this pile of documents.

Because these documents are the slap of Zhang Jinsong!

It turned out that when Xue Xiang was speaking in the Propaganda Department that day, Zhang Jinsong shouted at the clerks of the Propaganda Department to welcome him. After Xue Xiang spoke, he had just returned to the office and did not sit firmly, so the four clerks sent a bunch of documents one after another, saying that he was asking Secretary Xue to review it, and the department was waiting for use.

It would be fine if a few small clerks sent documents, but they dared to add the sentence "The department is waiting to use it." Where can subordinates urge superiors to urge their superiors? The meaning is self-evident. What's more, even if Mr. Xue is stupid, he always knows what this stack of more than ten kilograms of documents means.

This is the nude force, which means telling him clearly: Don’t you want to care about anything, let you care! Take care of everything! You won’t be exhausted!

However, Xue Xiang received more than ten kilograms of documents. He did not act like a slut, nor did he take revenge according to his former stubborn lord who had been living in the market. He rushed over to find trouble for Zhang Jinsong. Instead, he left all the documents with a smile and sent out the several clerks politely. Because he planned to use his real skills to smooth out these thorns. After all, this is the officialdom, and it is not a fist that fights, nor is it just a power struggle. What is important is that you have real skills.

Therefore, although Xue Xiang had some means to make Zhang Jinsong bow his head, he chose the most difficult one.

During these few days, he has been working on these documents, and his words are no less than hundreds of thousands. Fortunately, Xue Xiang has been sitting on the bench for more than ten years in his previous life. His writing skills and bench skills have been superb. Although he can only see ten lines at a glance, it is a passing typo. His inconvenient literature and science can hardly escape his eyes.

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Xue Xiang stared at the golden cactus, relaxed his sour eyes slightly, calmed his mind, and then buried his head at the documents on the desk. The sun rose and sunset, the moon rose and the moon disappeared, and it was another day and night. When the east wind was faintly white, Xue Xiang rose to the door of the office, walked to the railing, and looked at the west sky, but saw a red glow in the sky, which vaguely expanded. Soon, the red glow teared a hole, slowly revealing a thick red glow, and then the hole became bigger and bigger. Finally, a brand new sun jumped out.

The red sun was born, and the way was bright and the golden light was under the golden light. Xue Xiang let out a long roar and then played Tai Chi in the corridor.

Squatting, bowing his head, turning his waist, and holding his tail, Xue Xiang's Tai Chi movements were extremely light, soft, but extremely agile. But he suddenly showed his white crane wings, brushed it, and jumped to the railing. It was already the third floor, more than ten meters away from the bottom of the building. There was no lawn downstairs, but a concrete floor that fell downstairs. No matter how powerful Xue was, it was a situation that was not dead.

But Xue Xiang was not afraid at all, and the faster he beat. In one style, the wild horse split the mane, he swung out several meters in the air, and then stepped on the railing with one foot, then played a style of the penis tail, then waved the pipa, single whip, cloud hand, like the wind, and closed... Xue Xiang beat faster and faster, and the twenty-four styles of Tai Chi were repeatedly beaten by him, without following the routine, and the moves were at will, but there was no stagnation at all, but it was extremely round and harmonious.

Suddenly, Xue Xiang made another move of white crane flap and his body flipped down from the railing on the third floor. Seeing that the falling speed was getting faster and there were no big trees below, and the bright clothesline and other blocks were blocked. Xue Xiang's face was not changed, and he hugged the tail of the bird and hooked the railing on the second floor. One leveraged the force, and his body suddenly condensed. Then he pressed his left palm on the wall, and then fell steadily to the ground.

It turned out that just now, it was not a mistake at all, but a method for Mr. Xue to go downstairs quickly.

After a day and night, he was playing with fists, his spirit was shining, but his abdomen was empty. In order to find it troublesome to go downstairs, there was no one around at this moment, so Mr. Xue made a coincidence. If he dared not do this on weekdays, he was not afraid of being shocked, but to pay attention to the influence. After all, he is in the official career and has a good moral character, so he still has to pay attention to it.

Xue Xiangda came downstairs and headed straight to the cafeteria. When he arrived at the cafeteria, he picked up eight buns and half a pound of porridge, and then took them to eat them while walking. He said that college students at this time had excellent welfare benefits. He did not mention graduation package distribution, and did not pay for school. The school also provided subsidy money and food coupons every month. At this time, the university cafeteria never wanted to scrape oil on students, and the welfare nature was extremely heavy.

The eight buns that Xue Xiang beat were all half a pound, and they were filled with pork and cabbage. The fatty meat filling and chili oil were fragrant and spicy, and the taste was naturally great. The eight buns and half a pound of porridge were all eliminated before leaving the cafeteria.

After breakfast, Xue Xiang guessed that the few kids had already gotten up, so he went back to the office and hung up the phone. Because he worked overtime all night last night, he forgot to call home, and this morning he happened to report safety. The phone was answered by the little guy, as if he guessed it was Xue Xiang's phone call. Before Xue Xiang could speak, he called out "big guy".

The little guy's mouth was sticky, as if he was brushing his teeth, and his glutinous voice sounded very nice. Now the little guy is seven years old and is in the first grade. Although he is still cute, he is not as clingy as before. Xue Xiang has not returned overnight, and the little guy didn't make much noise. He just told Xue Xiang to remember to have breakfast, buy some red fruits tonight, and hung up the phone.

After Xue Xiang finished the phone, he lay on the bed. With his energy, he was not tired even if he didn't sleep all night. However, at the moment, all the documents he had been dealt with had been processed, and his heart seemed to have suddenly disappeared. He even relaxed, lay on the bed, flipped his body a few times, and fell asleep like this.

Bang bang bang bang!

There was a sudden knock on the door outside the door. Xue Xiang opened his eyes and was filled with smiles. He seemed to hear something happy from the rapid sound of slapping the door.

The door opened, but Zhang Jinsong was standing outside the door, and four clerks sent over that day.

"Secretary Xue, you close the door and sleep in broad daylight. This is probably not the work style and mental outlook that young leaders should have?" Zhang Jinsong looked at Xue Xiang with a smile on his eyes.

Speaking of which, at the meeting that day, Zhang Jinsong was dismissed by Xue Xiang, and was scolded by Zhou Zhenglong. He also conducted an inspection in public at the Youth League Committee meeting at the end of the month. Then, Zhang Jinsong was indeed honest and cautious for a while.

But during this period, Xue Xiang was actually reading books and reading the information of the Youth League Committee. He did not rush to collect power in the Propaganda Department, but instead let Zhang Jinsong relieve himself. So, he immediately launched a charge towards Xue Xiang.

Before Xue Xiang answered, Zhang Jinsong said again: "Secretary Xue, let's not talk about your work style first, but the work of the Propaganda Department cannot be delayed." You are a young comrade and you really don't know the importance of propaganda work. I want to ask, why are you not posting the documents you have submitted to you for a long time? This issue of our Propaganda Department magazine is still waiting to be published. The selected articles have been submitted to you. You will never tell us that you have not finished reading yet, right?"

After saying that, Zhang Jinsong deliberately made a step stagger, as if he was sending a secret code. The four clerks behind him all spoke out loud. This one couldn't wait to type, the other one said they were eager to wait for Secretary Xue's instructions to make a publicity board, and there were also those who asked Xue Xiang to go to the Youth League Committee office to ask for office funds...

The four guys are excellent supporting actors. They tie Zhang Jinsong's words together, which makes Xue Xiang have no chance to interrupt.

However, Xue Xiang didn't want to interrupt at all. He has never been the kind of temperament that is bullied and not fight back. Since he has made up his mind to fight back, he naturally doesn't want to practice talking with these guys.

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