My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Banshee Town Hall.

After closing the car door, Ethan raised his head and looked at the building.

There are tall stone pillars on both sides of the steps. Although there are only two floors, the floors are high, so it looks quite impressive.

This building has a history.

The walls are mottled, and there are vines climbing and winding on the sides, but it also gives people a more solemn feeling.

In the words here.

From now on this is your own territory.

"Let's go!"

Jenny, who was standing behind, said softly: "There will be plenty of time to see in the future. I believe you will get tired of staying here soon."

"Um."

Ethan groaned and strode up the steps.

Compared with previous elections, the town hall building at this time seemed much deserted, with only four or five staff in the hall handling daily town affairs.

These are all his subordinates.

no way.

The town's financial revenue is only so small, so it is impossible to spend too much budget on this.

As long as it keeps functioning normally.

It would be very unrealistic to have ten or eight people sitting here. First of all, there is not that much workload. You can't look at me and I look at you. Apart from drinking coffee, you just read the newspaper.

Secondly, such insignificant administrative expenditures can easily be impeached.

Although the chance of that happening is low, there is no need to torture yourself like this.

As the assistant to the mayor, Jenny had come in advance to prepare for the reception. Under her introduction, Ethan greeted several staff members and wrote down the names of each of them.

After a few casual instructions, the two of them walked up the wide stairs next to the hall.

Heavy footsteps creaked on the wooden steps.

The steps are also mottled, the red paint is faded, oil paintings of former consuls are hung everywhere on the walls, and the old-fashioned wall lamps look very beautiful.

The sun shines in through the large glass, making it look very bright.

Jenny led the way, her hip-covering skirt swaying from side to side, and her black stockings tightly wrapping her calves, which looked quite alluring. She adjusted her glasses and chuckled, "Do I need to prepare a pair of oil paintings for you too?"

"NO!"

Ethan decisively refused and continued to watch everywhere: "I don't want the plot of The Shining to be staged here. Damn it, how many years has this building been built?"

In order to keep the surprise, it was his first time here.

Jenny was responsible for all the early preparations, so when I saw the scene here, even though I kind of liked the style of this old building, it still reminded me of scenes from horror movies.

He was also the first person to associate the town hall building with ghost movies.

Jenny staggered in her steps.

"Almost a hundred years ago." She glanced back at Ethan and said helplessly: "This is the historical witness of Banshee Town. Don't say that."

It doesn't sound like much, but it's been happening for generations.

Looking at the oil paintings on the wall, Ethan curled his lips. Some of the people in the paintings were wearing British-style wigs.

"Staff rest and work are on the first floor."

The female assistant strode up to the atrium on the second floor and pointed to the right with her hand: "The conference room, storage room, and archives are all over there, but they are rarely used."

Glancing in the direction pointed by the other party, I saw several doors in the long corridor.

Quiet and quiet, nothing special.

The arc-shaped central hall is quite spacious, and there are two sofas here. Ethan took a few steps forward and came to the guardrail. He had an unobstructed view of the hall below. The staff saw him appearing and nodded with a smile.

The building is not high, but it occupies a large area.

After all, the most indispensable thing in rural areas is land, so it seems very spacious.

This hall alone can accommodate dozens of people without feeling crowded.

After all, the construction idea at that time was to be used together with the town council and other departments, so it was not only spacious, but also gave people a good sense of space, without feeling depressed at all.

As time goes by, departments such as the police, taxation, fire protection, sanitation, and local prosecutors have become more involved.

They all found a place to work.

Only small departments that are more concerned with government affairs continue to stay here. After all, the workload of many units is so small that many people below can easily hold multiple jobs.

So there is no need to go out to work independently.

Just like Jenny, she is not only the assistant to the mayor but also the treasurer.

This is a position similar to that of a financial director. It is impossible for Gordon's person to continue to sit in such an important position as the money bag. Regardless of whether the other party cooperates or not, he will replace his assistant immediately.

Banshee Town is a strong mayor mode.

The vast majority of municipal departments are directly responsible to themselves, and many positions can be vetoed at a glance.

Of course, he only took the most important positions.

Those unimportant departments should remain the same, and those that should be replaced should be replaced, and those that should be stabilized should be stabilized.

Don't be too forceful.

"The office is over here." After not staying here for long, Jenny waved her hand and pointed to the left: "Everything inside has been replaced with new ones. Fortunately, you spent your own money, so you don't have to worry about others saying it."

Walking into the corridor on the left, turned a corner, and came to a semi-open work area.

Looking inside the glass door, there is a desk in the corner.

The documents are arranged neatly and orderly, including computers and landline phones. There is also a small filing cabinet at the back, which is already filled with many things.

Opposite the desk is an ordinary four-seater sofa.

This is for visitors to rest while waiting.

The space is not large, only about ten square meters, about the same size as the Intelligence Group Sheriff's Office.

It's far less private.

There is a tall wooden door at the back, with a line of small red characters printed on the frosted glass: Office of the Mayor of Banshee Town.

"Outside is my office."

Jenny walked in with a smile and pushed the door open with a bang: "This is your exclusive office. I basically cleaned up everything Mr. Hopewell used and used the money you gave me to rearrange it." Once again.”

"It took a few days, I hope you like it."

Stepping on the thick carpet, Ethan looked very surprised.

This rectangular office is nearly fifty square meters. The area near the entrance is the work area. The large maroon solid wood desk faces the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the white window screens flutter in the wind.

Three flagpoles were erected on the right side of the window, with the Stars and Stripes, the state flag, and the town flag standing together.

On the left is a tall solid wood filing cabinet.

It was empty inside, with nothing at the moment.

Directly opposite the desk is the reception area, which is equipped with leather sofas, coffee tables, coffee machines, refrigerators and other items. Potted plants as tall as one person are placed in several corners, adding a lot of greenery to the room.

To welcome him, a large bouquet of flowers was placed on the desk with a small card on it.

"Welcome Mayor Morgan, I hope you enjoy your time here."

"Sincerely, from all the staff at Town Hall."

"damn it."

Looking at the greeting card, Ethan smiled and hugged Jenny: "I have to admit, I like it very much." (End of Chapter)