Rebirth as an official

Yangdong County Government Office

Notice on the issuance of the speech delivered by County Magistrate Hu Maoye at the 2007 Investment Promotion Conference

Yang Fu Ban [2007] No. 87

All township people's governments, sub-district offices, all departments of the county government, all agencies directly under the county government, and all state-owned enterprises under the county government:

We hereby print and distribute to you the important speech delivered by County Magistrate Hu Maoye at the Investment Promotion Conference on July 7. Please organize your study carefully and implement it in light of local realities.

2007/25

After writing the notice, Li An checked it again for typos, then printed it out and gave it to Yao Yuan for review.

After taking the document, Yao Yuan couldn't help but glance at Li An again, feeling very puzzled.

"When Li An heard that the speech materials had been written, he didn't react at all. It was like he heard a very ordinary thing. Could it be that he was too worried? It doesn't matter."

With doubts, Yao Yuan began to review the notice. After scanning it, he picked up a red pen and drew a circle on the last date and said: "Xiao Li, this date must use Chinese characters and not Arabic numerals. Please pay attention next time."

Only then did Li An realize that after 2012, the format of official documents from the agency had changed from time to time.

Before 2012, the last date of official documents was in Chinese characters. Later, the "Format of Official Documents of Party and Government Organs" was updated, and the dates were all changed to Arabic numerals.It's 2007 now, and Ang Lee didn't react for a while.

"Thank you, Brother Yuan for your guidance. I'll make the changes right away." Li An turned around and returned to his work station to start making changes.

Yao Yuan looked at Li An's back and felt very unhappy. It was as if he had finally won, but the enemy didn't notice that he had failed and looked indifferent.

Isn't this "Night Walk in Jin Yi"? When Ma Xiaoyue was mocking Li An just now, this kid didn't seem to have any reaction.

No, how can this be done without enjoying the joy of victory, and even making myself feel aggrieved?

I have to find a sense of accomplishment. I want to see that boy Li An feel aggrieved, uncomfortable and aggrieved. It would be best to shed tears or something.

When Yao Yuan's inner thoughts were very active, Li An had already handed the revised manuscript to him.

"Brother Yuan, take another look."

Yao Yuan took the manuscript, turned the page seemingly casually and said, "Xiao Li, how do you think the county magistrate's speech materials are organized?"

This is the beginning to remind Li An, have you forgotten the work assigned to you yesterday?

At this time, the other three people in the office looked at this place in unison, with the expression of a crowd watching a show.

"The writing is pretty good." Li An thought for a moment and gave the answer.

"Ha, the writing is pretty good. Do I want you to answer the question about the quality of writing?" Yao Yuan was depressed when he heard Li An's answer. Looking at Li An's calm expression, he could not see any guilt or shame at all. .

"Does Li An really not understand what he means, or is he pretending not to understand?" Yao Yuan complained crazily in his heart.

"It seems that I still need to speak more thoroughly." Yao Yuan felt very unhappy in his heart, as the expected effect did not come out.

"Xiao Li, you can read more about the materials of this speech. Although Magistrate Hu's speech is a bit long and it is really difficult to organize it, the timeliness of the materials is still important, so I will... ..."

Yao Yuan said proudly as he turned to the attachment under the "Notice", which was the material for Hu Maoye's speech.

Originally he wanted to show Li An the fruits of his labor, but as soon as he saw the first page of Hu Maoye's speech materials, Yao Yuan's eyes froze and he was stuck halfway through his words.

This is not the speech material I compiled. Although the meaning of the speech is the same, the written content is different. This is obviously not my writing style.

Yao Yuan quickly turned through a few more pages, his eyes almost straightened.

"Was this changed by Wang Zhiren? It's impossible. If he changed it, the changes would be too big. It's almost a rewrite. He doesn't have time to change so much."

"Brother Yuan, what did you just say you were doing for me?"

"Ah~ It's nothing." Yao Yuan reacted from the shock after being asked by Li An. He became a little suspicious when he saw Li An's expression of humbly asking for advice.

"Did this guy write it? If not, I have to ask Wang Zhiren."

Thinking of this, Yao Yuan stood up and said to Li An: "Xiao Li, just go about your business. I'll go get this notice to be stamped by the director."

"Okay, Director."

Seeing Yao Yuan leave the office with an unnatural expression, the three people who were waiting to eat melon also started to murmur.

What happened to Yao Yuan?

Are you still waiting to see you slap Li An in the face?

Is this gone?

It's like watching a TV show. The plot is well laid out. Just when it's about to reach its climax, the words "The show ends" suddenly appear. It's better not to act at all.

This is the mood of the melon-eating trio in the office at the moment, with regret in their eyes and dissatisfied looks on their faces.

Yao Yuan quickly came to the director's office, knocked on the door and walked in.

Wang Zhiren knew the purpose of coming when he saw the document in Yao Yuan's hand.

He leaned back, crossed his hands on the table, and said in a cold tone: "What's going on."

Wang Zhiren did not let Yao Yuan sit down, so Yao Yuan had to stand and ask.

"Director, what's going on with this manuscript? Can you arrange it for others..."

Wang Zhiren didn't wait for Yao Yuan to finish speaking, but he answered bluntly: "It was written by Ang Lee."

"That kid can write such material?" Yao Yuan didn't believe it.

On the way back, he read the speech carefully and found that it was indeed better than him, so he felt that the speech was not written by Ang Lee.

How old is he to have such sophisticated writing skills?The skills in this article could not have been written without invading the government for more than ten years.

But Wang Zhiren's words ruthlessly shattered his only hope.

Wang Zhiren scowled and began to lecture Yao Yuan, "I also want to tell you that Li An heard clearly what you said in the office below this morning. In order to avoid embarrassment, he gave the manuscript to me directly. This is for You save face. Looking at you again, you are worse than a young man in his early 20s."

Wang Zhiren looked like he hated the iron, and shook his head in anger.

Yao Yuan lowered his head. He knew Wang Zhiren's temper. Any explanation at this time would be sophistry. He whispered: "Director, I know I was wrong. I will go and apologize to him later."

Seeing Yao Yuan's aggrieved expression as a primary school student after making a mistake, Wang Zhiren's expression also softened. After all, he was his favorite subordinate. He waved his hand and said, "You don't have to apologize deliberately. You are the leader after all. I will handle this matter." I told An Li for you that he doesn’t look like the kind of person who has a small belly, otherwise he would expose you to your face in the morning.”

"Thank you, director, for your understanding." Seeing that Wang Zhiren was no longer angry, Yao Yuan immediately said flatteringly:

"Director, my sister-in-law has always said that the gas stove in your house is not easy to use. Someone just gave me a Siemens one."

"No need to bother, as long as it's not broken and can be used." Wang Zhiren waved his hand.

"It has been delivered to your home by this time. You can confirm it with your sister-in-law later." Yao Yuan seemed to have not heard Wang Zhiren's refusal and said to himself.

"Then...Okay, Xiao Yao, you are interested. Sit down and talk." Wang Zhiren did not refuse anymore, and stretched out his hand to motion for Yao Yuan to sit down.