Chapter 19 Bureau of Investigation and Research on Folklore Affairs
In front of a nine-story building on the outskirts of the capital, I was staring at the nine characters on the bronze plaque in front of the door - Folklore Affairs Survey and Research Bureau. If it hadn't been for the address of the unit on the employment application form, I don't think I would have been able to find it.
Go to this or something investigation bureau.
Where is this place? This is the capital. Even outside the Fifth Ring Road, land is very expensive. How come there is such a big open space and a solitary building. Downstairs, I stopped an older lady to ask for directions.
She looked at the plaque opposite and told me blankly: "What is the Folklore Affairs Survey and Research Bureau? I've never heard of it."
To go in or to leave, that is a question... When I was thinking wildly, a voice that seemed similar to my déjà vu came from behind: "Brother, do you know where the Folklore Affairs Survey and Research Bureau is?" When I turned around, I saw a picture.
His big chubby face was facing me and bared his teeth...
"I'm a fool, you." The fat man was a little surprised when he saw me. I rolled my eyes at him and said, "Please be more civilized. What do you mean, I'm a fool? You, can you not bring so many bits and pieces with you when you talk?" After saying that, I pointed my finger.
Pointing to the plaque in front of the building. The fat man chuckled: "Slip of the tongue, um, what a coincidence, you're here to report too?"
I was stunned for a moment: "Why do you mean I'm here to report too? Is there anything you have to do here? Aren't you in the Narcotics Division?" After hearing what I said, the fat man looked confused: "Don't mention it, I'm here for the fucking transfer.
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It turns out that Fatty was like me. After returning to the Narcotics Enforcement Division, he was promoted to a higher level and held the title of Section Chief. The position of Section Chief was not yet popular. Almost on the same day that I was discharged from the army, Fatty received a transfer order and asked him to go to work.
Report to the Folklore Affairs Survey and Research Bureau.
Although I didn't meet an old acquaintance in a foreign country, we were still half acquaintances, but there was still something that was bothering me. I asked the fat man about the Folklore Affairs Investigation and Research Bureau, but unfortunately he also had a blank look in his eyes and couldn't explain it.
"We're all here, what are we worried about? Our buddies have already broken out of Dead Man's Pond, why do we still care about this situation?" The fat man looked unconcerned. He pulled me up and walked inside.
This place is no different from an ordinary office, except that it is a little after ten in the morning and there is no one in the building. The fat man and I walked around on the first floor until we reached the second floor, and then we saw a person at the elevator entrance.
This man was tall and thin, in his thirties but not forty years old. After hearing that we had come to register, he looked at me and the fat man. The expression on his face was half-smiling and unreadable: "Come to register, go to Six
In the office of Director Lou, look for Director Gao.”
Report to the director instead of the human resources department? I thought I didn’t make it clear, so I repeated it again. The tall and thin man showed an impatient look: “I didn’t say it, how many more times do you want me to say it? Sixth floor, director’s office
!" After saying that, he ignored us and entered the elevator without looking back. "If you say more, you will die." The fat man muttered to the closed elevator door. I patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go with the elevator.
What’s the point?”
You can see the director's office after exiting the elevator. Standing at the door is the tall and thin man I met just now. Could he be Director Gao? I muttered to myself. The fat man seemed to be outspoken. He walked over in a few steps and stretched out his hand first.
"Are you Director Gao? I am..." The tall and thin man curled his lips: "Didn't I say that I weigh more than 200 kilograms? Come in, Director Gao is waiting for you."
Before the fat man could reply, someone in the office said, "Are people here? Hao Wenming, please bring them in." After the tall and thin man agreed, he winked at the fat man and me: "Come in, the director is kind.
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This is the first time I have entered the 'Director's' office in my life. It doesn't seem like a big deal now. It's just that the house is bigger, the decoration is better, the office furniture is more high-end, and the indoor lighting is brighter...
This office is an inner and outer closet, with a living room outside, and the real director's office inside. The fat man and I followed the tall and thin man into the inner room. A middle-aged man who was even fatter than the fat man was sitting at the desk.
He looked at us with a smile from behind.
I have seen this man! More than a month ago, it was he who took over the Dead Man's Pond with a piece of paper from the squadron leader. Yes, it was the same smile and a few words that made the squadron leader hand over the territory.
Wait a minute! I suddenly realized that I had just met him a month ago, and a month later I was 'discharged'. It was such a coincidence that at the Veterans Affairs Office, I happened to have a job as a chief clerk in the capital government agency waiting for me.
On my first day of registration, I saw the two fat men I met at Dead Man's Pond again. It's not such a coincidence, right? Will anyone believe that all this was not deliberately arranged?
Different from my reaction, the fat man next to me was tilting his head and looking at the 'fat man' behind the desk. He had a suspicious look on his face. He wanted to speak, but was hesitant. It's no wonder that he, the middle-aged fat man back then,
When he appeared in the Dead Man's Pool, he was lying on the ground spitting out water. Naturally, my impression of him was not as profound as mine.
The tall and thin man walking in front of us spoke: "Gao Bureau, they are here to report. Didn't I say that they should be assigned to our room this time?"
The middle-aged fat man glanced at him: "Is this something you worry about? You brought someone here and you don't know how to introduce him?"
The tall and thin man laughed, and waved his palm to the middle-aged fat man: "This is Director Gao Liang of the Folklore Affairs Survey and Research Bureau. Our polling bureau does not have a deputy director, secretary, etc., in this three-acre area
Director Gao has the final say.”
After speaking, he waved his hands to me and the fat man: "You two...speak for yourselves." "Haha, no need." Director Gao smiled and then said: "We know each other. We met more than a month ago.
Bar?"
"Oh..." The fat man finally remembered: "I remember, you have been to the Dead Man's Pool." Director Gao looked at us with a smile: "There is no need to mention the past, we will be a family from now on.
Sit and talk, do you want to smoke?" He took out an unopened pack of cigarettes from the drawer and handed it to me.
What kind of cigarette is this? The red packaging does not have any text icons, just a triangle stamp on the lid. I tore open the packaging paper and took out a cigarette. Huh? Why is the filter tip of this cigarette so long? It’s so fast
After catching up with the length of the cigarette, I finally saw the logo, two words - panda... the legendary national treasure.
"Split it in half." The fat man's fat face was already close to me. I handed him the cigarette in my hand: "Take it, save it." After saying that, I put the cigarette case into my pocket.
Director Gao chuckled, took out another box of cigarettes and threw it to the fat man, and then got to the point: "Enough nonsense, I have read your two files. Your performance in the original unit is very good. I believe that in the polling bureau
There will be better development. The bureau has made a decision. You two, Shen La and Sun Desheng, have been assigned to work in the Investigation Room 1. "He pointed at the tall and thin man: "This is the owner of your Investigation Room 1," he said.
Hao Wenming, Director Hao. Okay, you have signed the work contract, and Director Hao will introduce the rest."
What do you mean? Is this the end? I squinted my eyes and glanced at the fat man. The guy's eyes were moving closer to me intentionally or unintentionally. You don't have to rely on him, just rely on yourself.
I cleared my throat with a cough, then smiled and said to Fatty Gao: "Director Gao, you also said that we will be a family from now on, so what is the situation in the Water Curtain Cave in the Dead Pond, please tell me."
Family, listen, it shouldn't be a problem, right?" The fat man echoed: "Yes, the two leaders are a family, can't they speak the same language?"
"Of course it's not a problem." Fatty Gao's smiling eyes made me feel vaguely uneasy. He continued, "But I don't know how you judge the standard of 'family'."
Hao Wenming took out two crumpled pieces of paper from his pocket and spread them in front of Fatty and me: "Director Gao means that if you sign this work contract, we will be a family." The two of them knew their time.
It was just right, and the cooperation was quite tacit, giving people the feeling that they had been specially trained. I looked at these two pieces of paper that were too hard to wipe my buttocks, and I murmured in my mind: Have you two done MLM before? How many people have you cheated?
The fat man picked up the contract and glanced at it, and he immediately discovered the problem: "Holy crap! Are you kidding me, the contract is valid for ninety-nine years?" After saying that, he looked at me with wide eyes.
Why are you looking at me? You are looking at the wrong person. I glared at him angrily, turned to the fat and thin duo and smiled bitterly: "Director Gao, Director Hao, our Folklore Affairs Investigation and Research Bureau is really a family.
We have lived together for ninety-nine years. It has been a long time and we have lived until we are old. We are really happy. But we are afraid that we will not live until the end of the contract..."
"Haha, Xiao Shen, you really know how to joke. What's a ninety-nine-year contract? It's an iron rice bowl. In these days, who still thinks the contract period is long?" Fatty Gao continued: "I heard that you are at the Dianren Altar.
I saw and heard some unusual things here, I wonder if you are feeling better now?"
Before I could say anything, the fat man's face had changed color: "How do you know? I thought it was really dazzling and tinnitus at first, but I didn't expect to see some messy 'things' when I came out. I don't dare to do it when it gets dark recently."
When I went out, last week was July 15th, and I didn’t even dare to open the window..." The fat man spoke with a trembling tone.
"Are you exaggerating a bit? Are you that powerful?" I said looking at the fat man's exaggerated expression.
Unexpectedly, Fatty Gao turned his attention to me: "How can Sun Desheng (Fat Man) compare with you? You are born to see those 'things' and have long been used to them, while he only recently reacted to those 'things'
of."
What Fatty Gao said made me dumbfounded. I had never told anyone about my opening of my clairvoyance. How did he know about it?
Director Gao was very satisfied with the reaction of Fatty and I. He looked at us both with a smile: "When you enter the polling bureau, we are a family. Whether it is a natural problem or a recent problem, we family members will help you.
fixed"
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