Chapter 137 Cannot be changed, interesting
The resume submitted by Zhou Rui was quickly delivered to the warden Qian Huan. Qian Huan just accepted the resume without saying a word.
A quarter of an hour later.
Li Bashan appeared in the warden's office again. Qian Huan said with a three-point cordiality and seven-point apology: "Bashan, it's me who broke my promise. I'm new here. I didn't To think that the people below are so dissatisfied with me.”
"I just wanted to go through the process casually, but who would have thought that your immediate supervisor, the superintendent, would turn into a completely different person when he submitted his resume."
"Hey, it was me who did this. I thought it was easy, but I didn’t expect that Zhou Fu would not give you any face, and he would not give you any face, and he would be so decisive.” It can't be done, wait for the next flight Yes, I'm afraid I have to give up this opportunity to..."
Qian Huan picked up the resume and read out the name on it: "Chang Qingsen, I heard that it is Chang Wei, the director of District A of your prison area. Nephew."
Qian Huan sighed, looked at the expressionless Li Bashan and said quietly: "Hey, next time, next time there is a quota, I will give priority to your junior brother. ”
Li Bashan had no expression on his face, but he still said in a deep voice: "No, the quota belongs to the junior brother."
Qian Huan was slightly startled. He had already imagined various possible reactions of Li Bashan - maybe it would be Angry resistance may be helpless endurance, or even silent acceptance.
But he never expected that Li Bashan would be so calm but decisive, as if... he was not requesting or discussing, but just stating an established fact to himself.
"???" Qian Huan couldn't help but be a little stunned, and for a moment he almost doubted whether he was facing the real warden.
Li Bashan did not give Qian Huan much time to be surprised. He asked angrily: "You agree to let my junior brother join the job, right?"
Qian Yingying met Li Bashan's sincere eyes, his heart twitching inexplicably, and he nodded quickly: "Yes."
Li Bashan continued to shout: "Zhou Fu, don't agree?"
Qian Huan nodded again: "Yes."
Li Ba Shan Rao raised his thick eyebrows, and his irritated tone brought out an imperceptible wave: "Chang Wei snatched my junior brother's spot?"
Qian Huan nodded mechanically and corrected: "Chang Wei's nephew , Well, you are right to understand Chang Wei.”
Li Bashan clarified the whole story from the warden's mouth. He raised his thick eyebrows and grinned at Qian Huan like a child: "Well, you don't have a problem. The problem lies with Zhou Fu and Chang Wei."< br>
Looking at Li Bashan’s innocent smile, Qian Huan swallowed. For some reason, the various conspiracies and calculations surging in his heart were like ice and snow that had been burned by the scorching sun and melted instantly.
What was replaced was the chill that penetrated the bone marrow when the snow melted.
Qian Huan swallowed hard, nodded with all his strength, and gave a thumbs up: "Yes, yes, that's it, Bashan, you are very smart, you understand very well "Yes."
Li Bashan scratched his scalp shyly. There were very few times in his life when he was praised for being smart.
In my memory, the last time I received such praise was the last time.
Li Bashan looked at Qian Huan and his eyes softened a little, and he said in a loud voice: "Can you give me the resume that robs my junior junior position?"
Qian Huan readily agreed. After coming down, I still had my sense and made a copy, and only gave the copy to Li Bashan.
Li Bashan stared calmly, and suddenly a sense of alertness arose in his heart. He felt that the warden seemed not very smart.
Why go to the trouble of making one more copy of a dead person’s resume?
Isn't this unnecessary? Could it be that the prison also has the same quirks as the sixth junior brother, who likes to wait for people to die and then burn "portraits" for them?
Li Bashan held the copy in his hand and turned away calmly, leaving Qian Huan alone in the office. It wasn't until this moment that Qian Huan let out a long, heavy breath, as if an invisible weight had been lifted off him.
He slowly sat back on the warden's spacious and solemn seat. Only then did he realize that the clothes on his back were unknowingly soaked with sweat
“Damn it, what happened to me just now? Why do I feel like I have walked away from the gate of hell?”
Qian Huan's face turned slightly pale. He took a few deep breaths and tried to calm down. Then he looked around the spacious office, still feeling a bit frightened: "The security measures are still not tight enough. We only rely on the laser channel in the corridor." How can we ensure that everything is foolproof? "
He thought in his mind, while reaching out and pressing the button on the phone to summon the members of the security department.
Qian Huan felt that it was very necessary to completely renovate the interior of the office to enhance safety protection.
"My uncle is right. Prison warden is probably a high-risk profession. I will have to pay more attention to safety in my future actions." Qian Huan murmured to himself.
…….
It was already evening when Li Bashan returned to the martial arts gym.
He walked directly to the kitchen without taking a rest, and saw a bucket full of rice simmering in the pot. The steaming heat looked particularly warm in the night. The somewhat anxious expression on his face gradually relaxed after seeing this, as if a heavy stone in his heart had finally fallen to the ground.
He picked up the barrel, ate the rice with big mouthfuls, and walked towards the inner courtyard. As he moved forward, the "water level" in the rice bucket quietly dropped. By the time he stepped into the inner courtyard, the rice in the bucket had been reduced by half.
The scene in the yard seemed familiar.
The second sister is drinking alone, the third child is eating peanuts, the fifth child is reading a book, the sixth child is drawing, and the younger sister and younger brother are standing in tandem, doing exercises in the yard.
All this seems to be happening again yesterday, but it seems to be different in subtle ways.
Li Bashan's sharp eyes scanned back and forth in the yard, his brows furrowed slightly, and he began to observe and analyze carefully.
His clever mind quickly caught the abnormality: strangely, he felt that the second, third, fifth, and sixth children all seemed a little absent-minded, and their eyes secretly glanced at the junior brother and the younger brother from time to time. Junior sister, why is this?
Li Bashan was thinking while eating, and the rice in the bucket gradually bottomed out.
He licked the grains of rice on his lips, then took out a crumpled resume from his pocket, slapped it on the table, and said in a booming voice: "There's a problem. Someone has an idea. I want to grab my junior brother’s job quota.”
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes focused on the crumpled resume.
The unfamiliar photos and names above caught their attention, and a hint of surprise flashed across their eyes.
The eyes seemed not to be examining resumes, but to examine a tempting menu with the name of the dish written on it: Changqingsen.
Everyone couldn't help but feel a sense of expectation. Could it be that a new round of [Team Building] activities was about to begin?
Li Bashan then added: "He is not the only one, Chang Wei and Zhou Wei also have to be dealt with."
As soon as these words came out, everyone became even more excited.
Chang Qingsen is just an appetizer, while Chang Wei and Zhou Yu are the main meal. It seems that the "meal standard" of this [team building] is quite generous, and it is thanks to the blessing of the junior brothers.
Everyone looked at Feng Mu with softer and satisfied eyes.
Liu Xie picked up his resume, flattened it slightly and handed it to Feng Mu. He said calmly: "This [team building] is thanks to you again. Take a look. Do you have any ideas? "
Feng Mu took the resume with a calm expression and scanned the names on it indifferently. He didn't care about the story behind this person. Since he dared to take his position, he must have been prepared to die. Bar.
However, when his eyes paused for a moment on a certain line of writing on his resume, he raised his brows slightly, showing a moment of surprise:
"The third year of the Eighth Middle School is waiting for graduates, what a coincidence, this It’s so interesting!”
(End of this chapter)