I especially heard what Zhao Wenzhuo then added: "If you want to work in our line of work, in addition to studying on the ground, you also have to look through files.
I also know that the Chinese New Year is approaching, there are many things in the institute, and everyone is very busy, so we really can’t spare time to teach students. Furthermore, it is a critical moment recently, and many cases need to rely on everyone’s experience to complete.
For a while, I couldn't find a suitable job for young comrades.
But it doesn’t matter, anyway, our office has a lot of files on various cases, which is enough for all the young comrades to study for a while, and several new comrades can also take this opportunity to help the office sort out the files."
After Zhao Wenzhuo finished speaking, he turned to the side and looked at the pale-faced young masters who had obviously not recovered from the blow just now. He said with a smile: "You just came here and you don't understand many things yet, so I won't arrange anything for you."
It's a task, but after all, you are already members of our institute, and you occupy a quota in our institute, so you can't just do nothing.
Since you want to learn from the files now, you might as well copy the files in the institute again!
There are not many files, but seeing as you are new to the job, I won’t make too many demands. It’s enough that you can copy out the files there within two months.”
As soon as Zhao Wenzhuo said these words, except for the young masters and their henchmen, all the police officers in the police station understood what he meant.
Although Zhang Yu didn't know as much about this matter as other J members, just based on his uncle's tone and...
Zhang Yu lowered his head and looked at the two piles of files in front of him. He suddenly took a breath and looked at the young masters with a hint of sympathy in his eyes.
Hiss, it won’t be what he thinks, right?
The misery of this group of young men is closely related to the percentage of the two piles of files in front of them to the total files.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yu turned his attention to the members again, watching helplessly as their dissatisfied faces dissipated as Zhao Wenzhuo's words fell, and the faces of several younger members who were not good at concealing their emotions.
The schadenfreude on the Internet is almost becoming real.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Yu could already feel the fate of this group of people.
All the members were also overjoyed at this time.
Not to mention them, even the most senior member of staff couldn't figure out how many files there were in the institute.
After all, when they took over the police station, the archives room was already filled with files.
In addition, the filing system was not reasonable enough in the early years, the management in this area was relatively lax, and many colleagues had just become illiterate. It was simply embarrassing for them to write files.
In the end, I reluctantly wrote it down, but it was also poorly written.
They have long been asked by their superiors to sort out the files in the institute for easy archiving and future reference.
When this order came down, there was a lot of mourning in the institute, and no one wanted to take this job.
Let them solve crimes, let them arrest people, and even deal with trivial matters between neighbors. They can't bear to work all day long.
In addition, they are usually very busy, and when they finally have a free day, they have to spend time with their families. The final result is that two years have passed, and no one in the institute is willing to copy.
In the end, Director Wu had no choice but to relax the requirements and let them copy out the files after the founding of the People's Republic of China first, and the files before the founding of the People's Republic of China could be sorted out later.
But even so, except for a few young people, no one was willing to take action.
In the end, the superiors were forced to issue a fatal order, requiring them to copy and organize the files again within two months.
Everyone is worried about this.
Director Wu also became ruthless at this moment, subdividing the files to every member of the institute, even himself.
Director Wu has achieved this, what else can we do but copy it!
These days, all the members of the office not only have to deal with daily affairs, but also have to work hard on copying when they have a little free time.
Therefore, Zhao Wenzhuo couldn't stand Zhang Yu who was enjoying his winter vacation there, so he tried every means to trick him into copying for him.
To be honest, when all the members saw Zhang Yu immersed in copying, every one of them secretly criticized Zhao Wenzhuo for "doing things unethically", even his nephew was cheated.
But the slander was slanderous, and Zhao Wenzhuo's actions today also woke them up, and they all thought about whether there was anyone at home who could be hired to do the copying task for them.
They have already thought about how to "lure" people over, and there will definitely be a lot of bleeding in the process.
It saves trouble now. It would be great if these young men were driven to copy files. Apart from anything else, their wallets and hair would be saved.
When these young men first heard that Zhao Wenzhuo asked them to copy files, their faces were full of joy. They felt that no matter how awesome the people in the institute were, they would not dare to do anything to them.
But when Director Wu took the key and opened the archives that had been dusty for a long time, and looked at the mountains of files in front of him, filling the entire room, a group of young men were dumbfounded.
The leading young man opened his mouth wide and pointed at a room full of files in disbelief. For a moment, he couldn't even speak clearly: "This... this, this... all these have to be copied?"
Director Wu nodded, with a smile on his face, and said with a little joy in his voice: "Yes, just these files, when will you finish copying them and can you take a holiday?"
"I won't copy."
"I don't want to copy it either." Several young men murmured in low voices.
If it was true that they were frightened by the warning from their parents on the other end of the phone at first, but looking at this room full of files, several of the usually spoiled young men immediately regretted it.
"Yes, I won't copy it either. You should arrange other tasks for us." This was a matter of course.
"Either copy or leave our office immediately." Director Wu still had a smile on his face at this time, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
He pointed to the archives room and then pointed outside.
The leading young man also lost his temper. He kicked the door of the archives room, making the already weathered door creak and creak, and said: "I quit, you can do whatever you want."
how!"
Then he turned around and left.
The other young masters who usually followed him also wanted to leave immediately, but thinking of the warnings of their elders in the family, they hesitated for a while.
Two people looked outside, then at Director Wu, and then with a final heart, they rushed out.
Looking at the backs of the three people, the remaining people looked at each other, looking at each other, not knowing what to do for a while.