Facing two stacks of files that almost completely covered him, Zhang Yu couldn't help but mourn for himself in his heart, but his hands kept copying the next chapter.
The copying process was extremely long, during which Zhang Yu observed other people in the office through the gap between the two piles of files.
When he saw the four or five young men who were obviously more well-dressed than ordinary members of the police force and looked more rosy, in sharp contrast to the tired demeanor of the ordinary members of the police force, Zhang Yu didn't know what to say.
Especially when I looked at the two piles of files in front of me that I didn't know would take until the Year of the Monkey to complete them, and when I saw those young people gathering together leisurely, chatting and laughing, and pointing at everyone from time to time, as if everyone
The work has nothing to do with them, this busy office is just a scenery for them to watch.
The contrast was so sharp that the balance in Zhang Yu's heart was a little unbalanced.
Zhang Yu admitted that he was jealous.
After all, why is it that even those who are obliged to help are so busy that those who look like new recruits can be chatting and spanking at this time?
Seeing the other party's look, Zhang Yu suddenly understood why he was so angry yesterday.
If it were him, he would be angry too!
I was so busy there that I wished I had eight hands to deal with things, but the other party treated the police station as an amusement park, and they gathered there in their free time to discuss which girl was the prettiest.
Zhang Yu felt so angry just thinking about this kind of scene. How could he still have a good face when facing them?
Moreover, although this group of people had only been here for a few days, everyone in the institute knew everything they should know about their purpose of coming. It was obvious that they came here to seize the credit and gold-plated credit due to their recent achievements in the institute.
Generally speaking, when this person lives in society, many human emotions cannot be avoided.
Zhao Wenzhuo and the others also take over a few people who come here for gold-plating every year, but those people may have real skills and just come to their place to practice, using their place as a stepping stone, and after a year or two of training, they will basically be replaced again.
Adjust it up.
For this kind of people, Zhao Wenzhuo and the others are naturally relieved. As long as they don't fall into big traps, other small pitfalls are considered training.
Or they are just here for gold plating. For this kind of thing, Zhao Wenzhuo and the others have their own way to deal with it. They can find someone for them who can get it with the help of their family, but it will not affect the merits of the members of the institute, so they can let them go.
Go do it.
Most of these people will be transferred away by their families within half a year to a year.
But in all these years, Zhao Wenzhuo and the others have not seen existences like the group of people in front of them.
Not only did he come here to grab the credit, but he didn't show any emotion at all.
Everyone is so busy that they don't even have the time to fart, but they are not working or talking, and they are still causing hatred on the side, and they just want to come and take the credit, which is a wishful thinking!
However, Zhang Yu also discovered that the power behind these people should be quite large. Ordinary people really can't grab credit as unscrupulously as they do.
These people don't know anything else, but they are very quick to strike. The word "sharp eyesight" and "quick hands" is not an exaggeration at all to describe them.
No, Zhang Yu just saw with his own eyes that as soon as the work in the hand of a young member was finished, it was snatched away by the gang, and he directly wrote his own comments, and then signed his name openly.
To be honest, Zhang Yu was stunned by the scene just now.
Is this workplace bullying, or...
Zhang Yu doesn't quite understand. Don't the elders of these people know the virtues of their children? How dare they let them out?
Who grabs the credit like this?
Seeing that not only were these people unable to help at all, but they also made the already extremely busy police station even more chaotic.
Zhang Yu was not sure how long everyone could "suffer their anger", but he looked up at Zhao Wenzhuo and Director Wu who were watching everything, and felt the suppressed anger on their bodies. He felt a storm was coming.
Feel.
It is estimated that it will be soon. Based on Zhang Yu's understanding of his uncle and Director Wu, these people will definitely be exhausted in the end.
I don’t know if these people have not been told by their families, or they have really been raised stupid. They must have underestimated Director Wu. How can Director Wu be the director of one of the most prosperous areas in Beijing?
It may be a simple character, but why is there no one behind it?
In front of the mountains of files, Zhang Yu sighed. The only thing that could cheer him up now was to see how Director Wu "took lessons" with this group of people.
It's just that Zhang Yu never expected that he thought he was an outsider and a bystander. He didn't expect that the moment he was brought here to help, he had already joined the game, and in the eyes of those people, he became someone who could take credit.
Tool man.
First of all, I just finished copying a file. Before I could take a breath or take a break, the file in my hand was taken away.
Zhang Yu was stunned, and when he suddenly looked up, he saw a young man following those people. He was holding the file that he had finally copied.
Seeing Zhang Yu looking at him, the man glared at Zhang Yu and said unceremoniously: "What are you looking at? Keep copying!"
Zhang Yu was so angry at his confident look. Is it really okay to snatch his work so openly?
But when he saw him acting like he didn't exist, taking out a pen and signing his name without ceremony, Zhang Yu was really angry.
It's true that if something doesn't happen to you, you don't know what it means to be angry.
He just saw that the work done by others was being robbed. Although he was angry, he thought that his uncle and Director Wu would have a backup plan and sooner or later they would make these people spit out whatever they ate, so he was not so angry.
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But when this happened to him, and the person who was robbed became himself, Zhang Yu found that he couldn't bear it for a moment, and wanted to go forward and practice boxing with the opponent.
Looking at Zhang Yu's eyes, the little guy was also a little annoyed.
Following a group of young men these past few days, things were going so smoothly. He felt very happy when he saw those J members who did not dare to resist after being robbed of their achievements. This almost made him think that he was one of them.
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At this time, Zhang Yu's resistance was like a bucket of cold water, pouring hard on him, making him clearly realize his identity.
I am just a small follower behind the eldest young masters. Without those young masters, I would be worse than those members who look down on me.
He was just an errand boy in the eyes of the young masters. He usually nodded and bowed behind them to get the young masters to accept him.
God knows how jealous he was when he first heard those eldest young men complaining that their families wanted to transfer them to the police station for gold plating, and that they disliked the poor jobs assigned by their families?
