Jim Harker, the newly appointed Secretary of State for Administration, has been in a bit of trouble lately. A commentator published an article attacking the bureaucracy, and Harker was mentioned in it--of course, it is not a good thing to appear in such an article.
He said that Huck had not fulfilled his political promise to streamline the administrative agency, which was a fatal blow for a politician. "Huck should be fired, at least one person's salary can be saved." This sentence made Huck feel scared.
So he decided to launch a "thrift movement".
As a newbie in the political arena, Huck still retains a certain degree of kindness. He is really willing to do something, so he is really ready to implement his promise, which naturally encounters crazy resistance from the civil service system.
Therefore, after the "frugal movement" began, Huck's life suffered a lot of inconveniences. His driver was transferred, the "tea lady" was gone, secretary Bernard had no subordinates, and many things had to be done.
Everything must be done by hand, and the whole person is as busy as a clock. Since the night cleaner was also fired, the cleaning time was changed to daytime, and the administrative affairs department was filled with noise.
An even more fatal thing happened later. By a strange combination of circumstances, the document that Huck was supposed to discuss with others about layoffs was sent to the union representative. This was a layoff! How could the union representative tolerate it and directly organized people to handle it?
Huck was "flushed".
It rained all night, and tonight, Huck had a banquet organized by the French ambassador to attend. As a result, on the way to the French Embassy, it rained heavily, and Huck's car stalled! It also rained heavily, which was really a blessing.
He said the sentence: Heaven and earth work together to transport heroes without freedom. Huck's wife Anne couldn't bear it and turned back home. Huck went to the embassy in the rain - he didn't dare to miss the banquet. The French
His mind is smaller than a horse's eye. If Huck breaks the appointment this time, it will be an extremely bad diplomatic incident.
How small-minded are the French? Even if you are a foreign student, if you dare to defend in English, you will face endless questions that will make you doubt your life and make you feel like a waste. Finally, the teacher will add another question:
Why should you use English for your defense?
"You should study French well!" Professors from any subject like to say this.
If you defend in French, the world line will change. No matter how heavy your accent is, the professors will maintain a pleasant mood, and in the end they will say very kindly - wow, your report was really good~, here I am
A few more small questions...
It's not a difficult one.
When Huck arrived at the French Embassy, he looked like a homeless man. At first, the French didn't believe it: Didn't you bring the British ministers with a bus?
When the ambassador came out, he was shocked to find that this guy was really a minister of the British Empire! Everyone was shocked.
After Huck had had enough food and wine, changed into clean clothes, and drunkenly walked out of the embassy, the rain had stopped. The French were very thoughtful and provided Huck with a Renault car, but the "careless" staff forgot
To provide Mr. Huck with a driver.
He walked to the borrowed car, but the key fell into the sewer. He could only lie on the ground and try to fish out the key. At this time, he was in a panic. What was even worse was that he was still looked at by two people.
The reporter took the photo!
This is what Huck went through when Tom met him.
Huck almost collapsed.
Seeing how drunk he was, Tom walked up to him and pointed toward the sewer, causing Huck's car keys to fly up.
"Sir, your car keys." Tom handed him the keys.
"Ah, thank you, hiccup -" Huck burped. After taking the key, he opened the car door with trembling hands, sat down on the passenger seat, and then made a gesture of holding the steering wheel.
"Why didn't the steering wheel respond when I turned it up today? Where's my accelerator? Yeah? The brake is gone too!"
Tom covered his face: This guy is ridiculously drunk! If he were to drive in such a state, wouldn't it mean that he would die? If he was caught by the police, it would be very troublesome, right?
At this time, Tom still didn't know Huck's identity - for political figures, he only knew the appearance of the Prime Minister. Apart from that, he didn't know any big figures such as the Speaker and the Leader of the Opposition. After all, these days, the medium of information is newspapers.
, TV, the exposure rate of ministers like Huck is not high.
Not to mention the 1990s, even thirty years later, when information circulated at the speed of light, ordinary people probably only knew the British Prime Minister, and perhaps the Speaker who liked to shout "order" among the top British officials.
If he knew Huck's identity, at least he wouldn't worry about him being arrested by the police. Ministers at Huck's level have something called a "traffic medal," which is a privilege granted by the Emperor to ministers, allowing them to
Driving into a cordon or parking in a no-parking area - theoretically useless against drunk driving, but in practice you can get immunity.
The traffic police can only report it to the authorities, and the minister only needs to go to the Ministry of Interior to ensure that he can pass safely without making an exception. If it is a honeymoon period with the Cabinet Secretariat, he does not even need to go to the Ministry of Interior.
Tom looked at Huck who was trying to start the car in the passenger seat and understood that this man's consciousness was now blurred. He always felt that leaving him here seemed irresponsible to him and to the pedestrians. Out of
With a trace of compassion in his heart, Tom scratched his head and said to Ron behind him: "You should be able to drive an ordinary car, right?"
Ron put his head through the car window, glanced at the dashboard, and confidently expressed that he could definitely drive this car.
Thanks to the fact that there wasn’t much car work in the 1990s, Ron could drive a Ford, and naturally he could also drive a Renault owned by the French Embassy.
“The water is as clear as a spring!” “Recover as before!”
A spring of water gushes out from the tip of Tom's stick, and the cold water hits Huck's face, followed by a ray of light. The next moment Huck wakes up, and his brain, which had been numbed by alcohol, resumes operation.
"Ah, I - oh, thank you!" He responded, murmuring his thanks, and at the same time tried to climb into the driver's seat with some embarrassment.
Tom looked at the completely darkened night sky and then at the deserted street - it was undoubtedly difficult to take a taxi at this point, so he stopped Huck and said, "Sir, you are so drunk, don't drive."
OK, let’s take you back. But in return, can you lend us your car and we’ll drive it to Charing Cross Street.”
Huck hesitated for two seconds before agreeing. He was very confident. This was London. As a dignified cabinet minister, he would not have his car stolen. The MI6 agents were not just for free. Maybe they had a strong interest in the United States and the Soviet Union.
The spies were helpless, but there was still no problem catching the car thief.
"Of course!" He agreed happily, then he gave up the driving seat and told Tom his home address.
After the car started, Tom asked Huck curiously: "Why did two reporters just take a picture of you?"
"Reporter? What reporter?" Huck, who was a little drunk after getting in the car, suddenly sobered up. He immediately realized the seriousness of the problem: he advocated the "frugal movement", but ended up lying drunk on the street. What does it look like?
!
He could already think of the headlines in tomorrow's newspapers: "Master of Economy lying drunk in the gutter after champagne party", "Huck was exhausted and out of control after ambassador's reception", "Minister of Administrative Affairs is over-excited like a fool".
He collapsed weakly on the seat, "I am Huck, just an unlucky guy..."
"Huck?" Tom suddenly turned to look at the man. Indeed, he was well-dressed and the probability was high. "That Huck?"
"Yes, that Huck, have you heard of me?" Huck raised his head.
"I heard that the driver mentioned you when we were in a taxi before. He thought you would be fired soon."
Huck covered his face.
Tom suddenly had a bold idea.
"Mr. Harker, it seems we can help you," he asked Ron to stop the car immediately. Now that the two reporters hadn't gone far, he saw that their clothes had just disappeared around the corner.
Before the car stopped, he jumped out of the car and ran towards the two reporters. In fact, those two were not reporters, they were just paparazzi who made a living by secretly taking private photos of celebrities and selling them to newspapers.
When the two were excitedly discussing which newspaper they should sell the photos to, Tom ran towards them quickly. The paparazzi's intuition made them realize that something was wrong, so they tried to run away.
"It's all forgotten!" Two white lights flashed, and the two people's expressions became confused. Tom also took the opportunity to take their cameras and cut out the film inside.
By the time they came to their senses, Tom was already gone.
Those two people had completely forgotten what happened tonight.
"Huh -" Tom exhaled and threw the film to Huck, "Here are the negatives, keep them. Don't worry, no one will remember what happened tonight."
Huck:!
"You won't..." He suddenly panicked. The man in front of him wouldn't silence those two paparazzi!
"Don't worry, no one was hurt." Tom could tell at a glance that Huck had misunderstood. "If you're not worried, you can read the newspaper tomorrow. I promise you it will be as if nothing happened tonight."
Huck still looked suspicious and dubious. But when Ron drove the car to his home under his guidance, he relaxed a lot.
"Anyway, thank you for today." Huck and Tom shook hands one by one, "How about we go up and have a cup of hot tea before we go?" Huck glanced at his apartment and thought about it. Out of politeness, he still asked
Three young men sent out invitations.
Naturally, Tom was more respectful than obeying orders, so five minutes later, they appeared in the living room of Huck's house, with black tea brewed by Mrs. Huck, Anne, in front of them.
"Your situation doesn't seem promising?"
When a few people got together, they couldn't just drink tea. They naturally started chatting, and the topic turned to Huck's personal situation.
Huck sighed, "The work of the Administrative Affairs Department is indeed not going well. As you know, I took the initiative to launch a conservation action, but I just found out that in order to implement my action, the department actually has to add 400 civil servants! Let them come
Do thorough research and gather facts and figures..."
Huck looked extremely depressed.
"These measures all require manpower." Huck picked up his black tea. At this time, he had the urge to change the tea to whiskey so that he could get drunk. "If I still insist on implementing the Conquest Department Supervision Office, I will
Four hundred more new positions! Damn it!"
Tom, Harry and Ron:…
They all saw something fishy. It was obvious that some people were dissatisfied with Huck's new policy, so they adopted this attitude of passive resistance.
When Huck talked about this topic, he only felt a huge headache and he didn't know what to do.
Tom thought for a while, "I have an idea, maybe I can help you."
"Oh?" Huck became slightly more energetic, but he didn't have much hope for this: What solution could an enthusiastic middle-aged man of unknown origin and two children come up with?
"You can pause the austerity campaign, stop the construction of the Construction Department Inspectorate Office, so you can say in the press release that you successfully eliminated 800 jobs."
Huck: Ah this...
"In fact, I believe that your cabinet secretary must have drafted such a proposal and is just waiting for your signature!"
Huck:!
His remaining conscience made him hesitate: "But no one has taken up these positions yet!"
"Then you can also count the 800 redundancy pay as performance." Tom didn't care about this. Huck needed a solution, so he proposed a solution - it didn't cause any bad effects anyway. Da Ying's problem is not a problem.
Economical exercise can solve the problem. This country is like a broken car going downhill. You can not step on the brakes, but it is best not to bump around and finally step on the accelerator.
"You just took office, so you shouldn't reveal too many ambitions before you have a stable footing. In the future, after you get to know the department, you will naturally be able to allocate people to do what you want to do."
This sentence touched Huck.
Tom glanced at the wall clock and said, "At this point, your secretary should have fallen asleep. Why not give him a call and ask him to prepare this proposal."
Huck and Tom looked at each other and smiled, feeling that this must be very interesting.
"Hampie~" Soon, Huck's energetic voice sounded in the living room.
"Yes, minister!" The conversation ended with an old, weak and sleepy voice. After putting down the phone, Huck felt refreshed.
Anne frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "My dear, you seem to have forgotten to tell Humphrey to add the redundancy pay."
"Ha! Yes!" Huck reached for the phone, and Annie held him down, "Call again in fifteen minutes."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
After successfully waking up Sir Humphrey, who had been causing trouble to Huck, from his sleep twice, the atmosphere in the living room became much happier. Huck and Tom also chatted more happily.
"To tell you the truth, I am actually a novelist and part-time cartoonist, and these two are my students." Tom opened his mouth with various identities, "A minister like you must have a lot of exciting materials, right?"