My wife is a passerby villain

An ordinary small business car slowly drove into this quiet courtyard.

The man in a pure black windbreaker opened the car door, got out of the car with a sealed file bag wrapped in plastic film in his hand, walked to a side door, and knocked gently.

The thin-faced man opened the door with a haggard look on his face. After looking at each other, he took the file bag, rummaged through it twice, and asked in his mouth, "Should I insert the file or press it?"

The other party didn't speak. After saluting, he returned to the car and drove away into the vast snowy night.

Thin Face closed the door tightly, and even patched the crack in the door. Then he tore off the plastic film irritably, threw the file bag on the table, and said angrily: "It's probably a distraction."

The room is very small, with a small sun burning in the corner for heating. Seven or eight tables are haphazardly put together, covered with messy documents and printing paper. Several seals are placed crookedly in uncovered boxes, and several

The pen fell to the ground and no one cared.

The fat-faced man sat in the middle, feeling depressed all over his body. After taking the file bag, he sighed, rubbed his bloodshot eyes, and opened it.

Not far away, the old smoker was wearing a coat and holding a lollipop in his mouth. He was constantly checking and collecting files. Each file bag contained an average of seventy or eighty pieces of information. He had to review and approve the inclusion in order.

and stamped, and there were hundreds of such portfolios piled at his feet.

Near the door, there is a man with a crew cut, wearing a green military coat, writing a work report with his head down. He is the only one who still has energy, but the dark circles under his eyes are also obvious.

Who would have thought that after practicing for more than half a year, he would work overtime every day just to come here.

"Wipe it, what is this?"

After Fat Face opened the file bag, he was stunned when he saw what slipped out. He couldn't hold back the Chinese quintessence in his mouth for a while.

Slim Face had just sat down, and after hearing this sound, he leaned over curiously.

A light red cloth bag actually fell out of this file bag sealed with kraft paper. This was the first time I had seen it.

There are two words written on it, which are very ugly and crooked.

However, this is written on irregular cloth, so it can still be understood.

After Thin Face came over and took a look, he tipped the file bag beside him again, and this time a piece of information fell out.

Slim Face picked it up and rubbed it with his hands, and found that it was not a portion, but a sheet.

And it only has basic information such as name and ID card.

As for his abilities, suitability, psychological evaluation, criminal record, etc., they are all empty.

"White?" Slim Face checked it over and over twice. Under the special light in the room, there was still no other information. He asked confusedly: "How do you record this thing?"

The fat face carefully observed the decorative lines on the cloth bag, and at the same time gently traced it on the table with his index finger. When he almost reached the edge of the table, he let out a long roar and said: "This is from the Shen family.

It’s a token, but with this color, I’m afraid it’s more than enough.”

"A token of the Shen family?" Thin Face looked at the photos on the list in his hand and pondered: "The Shen family wants to interfere in our Huainan?"

"Don't talk nonsense." After thinking for a moment, Fat Face began to clean the table and said, "Help me get the blue folder from the A02 cabinet."

The thin-faced man hummed, and by the time he brought the thick pile of folders over, the fat-faced man had already cleared a relatively clean area on the table.

Thin Face put the folder on the table and asked with some concern: "These are the ones that haven't been pushed to the top for approval yet..."

"The list of public officials affiliated with the Huainan Provincial Special Court," Fat Face opened it, touched his beard and said: "There is a shortage of people, but it is really full... I have to find a way to draw one."

"Mark one, can't you fill it in?" Thin Face asked hesitantly: "These guys all have people on top."

"If we had to fill it out, this portfolio would not have been sent to us." Fat Face let out a sigh of relief and said, "I can dig my own holes, so why bother trying to trick you."

"As for the people." The fat face shook the token in his hand and teased: "There may be no one on top of this thing."

"It doesn't matter if it leads directly to Qingyun. Qingyun wants the position himself. Being pushed is not necessarily a bad thing."

The thin-faced man looked at the list that was being turned over, and asked anxiously: "Then, where should we draw it?"

"This..." Fat Face thought for a while, took a deep breath and said, "I'm afraid I have to give him a second term."

"If you have any objections, please go to the Shen family."

After Ping Tou, who was sitting at the door, heard the conversation here, he put down his pen, frowned, and leaned over with a puzzled expression.

He looked around for a moment and found that there was only a list in the hand of the thin face and a cloth bag in the hand of the fat face. After picking up the file bag and checking it carefully, he asked in confusion: "Is this all there?"

"Yes, as the saying goes, the fewer words, the bigger the matter." Thin Face shook the list in his hand and shrugged.

He rarely communicates with Flathead, and no one in this room seems to like communicating with him.

"There is no resume to refer to, no dispatch guidance, and no learning experience?" Pingtou asked again.

"No, and this seems to be the list that was printed out after the physical examination report was released..." Slim Face hissed subconsciously, feeling that something was wrong.

The flat head turned around, walked to the side of the fat face, poked the table hard and said: "The second term, the general director of the municipal special academy, the council member of the provincial special academy, fully responsible for all special projects in a prefecture-level city,

Including but not limited to the city's special security protection, relevant talent development guidance, special resource allocation, natural disaster warning and evacuation, etc., and you have to hand them over to one..."

"For what you said, this token is enough." Fat Face interrupted irritably.

He is annoyed when he hears this crew-cut voice. If it hadn't been for him, he would have left work early.

"Why is it enough?" Flathead pointed at the blue folder and said incomprehensibly: "Although there are people with connections in this document, they are indeed capable. It's just a question of who should be involved.

, I can follow it with my seal and signature.”

"But this, why?" Flathead poked at the table again.

"If you have experience, why not write relevant resume?"

"If you have the ability, why not write about the study guidance or further training experience you have participated in?"

"With a blank piece of paper, you can get two jobs with just a token?"

"It's really okay." Fatty Face sneered: "If someone comes with Wu's token, I'm afraid you will have to stand at attention and shout..."

"Cough cough cough!" Slim Face quickly interrupted with a cough.

Fat Face also noticed his gaffe. If he had said that sentence just now, he would have deserved to be beaten.

To put it bluntly, it is normal for an office to have disagreements with each other. We eat and drink together after get off work and we are all brothers. The only enemy is the leader who makes you work overtime.

But you kid always comes out to scold people and look for trouble, and even makes everyone work overtime together, scolding and beating, which is really annoying.

The fat face pushed the cloth bag in front of the flat head and said as calmly as possible: "You have to understand what the Shen family represents. We have no right to question the people they arrange."