Rebirth to 80s: Daughter-in-law is a Bit Spicy

"Director..."

Wang Guangping's mouth seemed to be stuffed with a large walnut, the dough was shaking, and he couldn't say a word.

This kind of cold yamen of the Party History Office retreats to the second line and is to provide for the elderly. It is left to the veteran cadres to give play to their residual heat. He is only in his early 50s this year, and there is still more than ten years of career golden period.

Eight years ago, Wang Guangping, who was in his prime of life and had a promising career, was transferred to the farm for renovation. He did not collapse. He struggled hard and firmly believed that he could be reused, returned to the city, and reinstated!

Eight years later, he really waited to return to the city.

Wang Guangping wanted to flex his muscles, but was placed in the Ministry of Education.

It was difficult to accept this situation for a while, and Wang Guangping also fell for a while. But he refused to admit defeat, and soon realized that the Department of Higher Education of the Ministry of Education is also beneficial and can help his son Wang Jianhua. Wang Guangping adjusted his mentality and actively sought progress, but he did a lot of mistakes. Now he is directly assigned to the "Party History Office."

This blow was even bigger than the decentralized farm.

The decentralization of farms is a special reason of the times, and Wang Guangping is not the only decentralized person, but also other people. Everyone was full of hope, and they returned to the city on a large scale.

It is now Wang Guangping who has been transferred to Leng Yamen alone.

Is there any hope of turning over in his life?

Wang Guangping's expression was gray, his hands trembling severely, and he made unsteady and thin orders.

The director personally picked up the transfer order and stuffed it into Wang Guangping's hand again:

"Comrade Guangping, after going to the new unit, we must continue to work hard."

He also patted Wang Guangping's shoulder as encouragement. Wang Guangping's feet were soft and his body was weak. In a moment, his energy and spirit were taken away, and he seemed to be older than the director.

I don't know how to get out of the office.

The comrades who led the unit on behalf of the Deputy Director Tang, said goodbye to Wang Guangping.

"I am very happy to have an official business with Comrade Quang Binh. I hope that we will still have the opportunity to have an official business in the future."

Deputy Director Tang was talking in his heart. He was talking for fun, who wants to be on business with Wang Guangping. The Party History Office is also a decent unit. Director Tang doesn't want to go to enjoy the happiness so early, and feels that he can still struggle in the field of education for many years!

Wang Guangping raised his eyes to look at this well-known good old man.

"It's you..."

Director Tang shook his hand, "It's me! It's me who can't bear to give up Comrade Guangping, but I also have to respect the opinions of the organization. Alas, it is unforgettable that Comrade Guangping took care of me!"

Director Tang smiled, Wang Guangping was a defeated man, and he couldn't kill anyone if he said something nicely.

Hearing these words in Wang Guangping's ears was an acknowledgment.

He was transferred because of Director Tang!

He thought that this good old man would not be held accountable if he didn't move. He didn't expect to be so insidious that Wang Guangping's eyes stared and wanted to get angry, but he abruptly held back. The Department of Higher Education is not a big hit elsewhere, but for a university student, it is really powerful. Wang Jianhua is still in school at the Beijing Normal University, if he turns his face with the surnamed Tang——Wang Guangping held the hand of Director Tang instead:

"If there is any offense in previous work, please forgive me."

The other comrades are still there. When Wang Guangping said this, the **** who was defeated in the fight was softened to Director Tang.

Director Tang smiled and stopped talking.

Zhan Aiqun doesn't shake hands with Wang Guangping. She is just watching jokes.

Wang Guangping packed up his personal belongings and left his first work unit after returning to the city. He knows that he has no chance to return to the Department of Higher Education. Before he retires, will he still have a chance to get up from the "Party History Office"?

Wang Guangping is not young anymore.

With so many young cadres waiting for promotion, who would think of him who was swept into the Party History Office!

How things turned into such a bad situation, Wang Guangping staggered, holding his personal belongings, and fell down the steps.

...

"Transferred to the Party History Office?"

As soon as Xia Xiaolan finished the exam, Guan Hui Mo was waiting for her and brought her the news for the first time.

Xia Xiaolan really took a breath.

She didn't mind how old Wang Guangping was as an official, and she had never expected a leader to embarrass her, an ordinary student. Wang Guangping failed to deal with her once in a place like the Department of Higher Education, and there were endless troubles in the follow-up.

Wang Guangping was transferred to the Party History Office, and even a layman like Xia Xiaolan who only knew about fur knew that it was a leisurely sect for the elderly.

As the name suggests, it is the yamen that studies "party history", collects materials, edits and publishes the party history series, and maintains revolutionary sites... Some comrades like this kind of work and feel that Qinggui is not so intrigued. But for Wang Guangping, who is obsessed with power, this is probably the biggest torment.

Guan Huimo nodded, "Before there was an arrangement to transfer to the Cultural Relics Research Institute. Grandpa Zhou said that people who are eager for quick success and quick gains went to the Cultural Relics Research Institute. Those cultural relics are not in peace. Go."

Xia Xiaolan was amused by everyone. Guan Hui's talk is too lively and interesting. Of course, the revolutionary ruins can't be moved away. What did Wang Guangping do with cave dwellings and chain bridges?

Mr. Zhou was right, letting Wang Guangping go to the Cultural Relics Research Institute was too unsafe for the cultural relics.

In the 1980s, the price of antiques hadn't been hot, and in a few years, any porcelain bowl could sell for hundreds of thousands. Comrade Wang Guangping's morals were really worrying.

"Auntie, this is already the best result. It's all my business, and it's causing trouble to the Zhou family."

Xia Xiaolan is not greedy, it is impossible to beat Wang Guangping, and the Zhou family is not the final say in the organization and appointment.

"It's no trouble, the old man just said something fair and put the facts out for the organization to see. Like him in the half-year class, the whole unit hates it....The Department of Higher Education, even the Ministry of Education, I had a pretty big opinion on him, but this time it's a smooth ride."

Guan Huimo doesn't want to mention Wang Guangping anymore. This person's affairs no longer have anything to do with the Zhou family. Didn't Zhou Guobin say it? Everyone is not the same!

"By the way, your final exam is over. How do you prepare for the winter vacation this year and return to the business capital?"

Xia Xiaolan embarrassed: "I haven't gone back so quickly. I have to do something else during the winter vacation. Auntie, is there any news from Zhou Cheng? It will be a while since his isolation review is over. How did the army arrange for him?"

Xia Xiaolan and Zhou Cheng haven't seen each other for two months.

There have been so many things in the middle, can Xia Xiaolan not think about it?

Guan Huimo also understands.

If Xia Xiaolan didn't ask anything related to Zhou Cheng, Guan Huimo would be chilled.

"If I tell you, it would be a violation of discipline... But Auntie knows that you have a sense of measure and won't say anything to the outside world, right?"

Auntie, can you not be so skinny? !

Wasn't it very cold before? Xia Xiaolan had to coax:

"If you don't talk to the outside world, just tell me."

Guan Hui Mo pointed to the guide.

"Still in Fujian Province?"

Guan Hui Mo smiled and shook his head, "In Pengcheng."