Who moved my novel?

"Wang Ju, congratulations." Zhou Ju said in a choked voice.

It's not because Wang Ju took the position that should have been his, but because the overall situation couldn't escape the ending in the end.

"Actually, this position should be yours." Although Bureau Wang successfully sat in the position of director and took off the title of "deputy", he was not happy at all.

When he was still a young police officer, Director Wang always believed that as long as he could sit in this position one day, he would be able to express his revenge and bring peace to Chixin City.

But as he got here step by step, Wang Ju's heart gradually became silent.

It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s not that I’m unwilling, it’s that I don’t believe it.

Maybe, this is really not something that one person can do, at least not by myself now.

"What's yours is yours." Zhou Ju shrugged: "Wang Ju, don't question the overall decision. Although he is gone, I believe in his vision and his ability."

"But I..." Wang Ju looked helplessly at the thick stack of invitations on the table: "But I really can't do it, I'm still too young."

It had only been a few hours, but the businessmen and politicians who had already made preparations had already sent invitations to Wang Bureau, and there were more and more invitations.

Bureau Wang even began to wonder if these people had prepared two invitations in advance, waiting for them to announce the results and then take out the correct one and send it out.

"Are you worried about these?" Zhou Ju saw the reason for Wang Ju's worries from Wang Ju's eyes, and shook his head slightly: "Don't worry, you don't have to go to any of these."

"Not going?" Director Wang frowned slightly and looked at Director Zhou: "What can we do? These people either have power or money. Without their support, the Chixin City Public Security Bureau will definitely struggle in the future."

This is something Bureau Wang only realized after he became deputy director.

The pressure has always come not only from the case and the murderer, but also from the tens of thousands of residents of Chixin City, as well as the leaders from all walks of life among them.

Those pairs of eyes are always staring at their city bureau and their every move. A small mistake will attract overwhelming criticism, and a trivial misjudgment may become the focus of media news.

And the one who is responsible for all this has always been the director, the person sitting in this position.

It was the overall situation before, but now it’s Wang Ju’s turn.

"It doesn't matter." Zhou Ju shook his head again: "I know you are not good at dealing with this, just leave it to me."

"You?" Wang Ju frowned slightly, not quite understanding what Zhou Ju meant.

"I'll deal with these people, you..."

"Knock knock knock!"

Zhou Ju was about to explain in detail, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Wang Ju glanced at Zhou Ju, who smiled and said nothing.

"Come in!" Director Wang agreed upon seeing this. Indeed, now that he is the director of the Municipal Bureau, even Director Zhou, who had been tit-for-tat before, would take the initiative to give in half a step.

"Bureau Wang, Bureau Zhou." A policeman opened the door, greeted the two of them first, and then handed two envelopes with both hands: "This is from Mr. Shu Yingdel, saying... it's a matter of the overall situation." I left it for you before I left.”

"Overall situation?!" The moment he heard the name, Wang Ju rushed over and grabbed the envelope.

At this moment, all he could think about was: This must be a clue left by the overall situation, the overall situation must be murdered, and I must find the real culprit.

In comparison, Zhou Ju was much more indifferent. He just nodded slightly, and then looked at Wang Ju who was holding two letters. He did not ask for them, let alone grab them.

"You go out first." Seeing Director Wang's excitement, Director Zhou said on his behalf and let the policeman go out first.

"Yours." Director Wang glanced at it for a few times, and then handed one of the letters to Director Zhou: "This is your letter, read it yourself."

"Thank you." Director Zhou nodded slightly, then took out the envelope and slowly opened it.

There was only a thin piece of paper in the envelope, and there were only three words on the paper: Thank you for your hard work.

"What is your letter about?" Zhou Ju looked at Wang Ju and asked.

"What does yours say?" Wang Ju frowned slightly and asked, "Mine only has a few words, and... it's not very easy to understand."

"Now." Director Zhou generously handed the letter in his hand directly to Director Wang: "Mine only has three words, I think yours should have a little more than mine."

"Yeah." Seeing Zhou Ju's behavior, Wang Ju also took out his letter, with four big words written on it: Light and shadow are imagined.

…

"Jue Zhou, I would say you are the most suitable person to be the leader of the government." At the banquet, a certain politician who was the host was touting his attendance today. Jue Zhou said: "Let me tell you, we have always been optimistic about you."

"Haha, who says it's not the case?" Director Zhou sneered: "But you only handed over invitations to Director Wang. I'm just a substitute."

"No, no, no!" The man heard the dissatisfaction in Zhou Bureau's tone and said quickly: "Zhou Bureau, if you think so, you have misunderstood us. In fact, we wanted to invite you from the beginning. If it weren't for the fact that Mr. Wang In the end, I don’t know what conspiracy he used to become the director, and we didn’t even look at him.”

"You guys have my mouth, so I will believe whatever you say." Director Zhou responded casually, obviously not taking that sentence to heart.

"I'm not talking nonsense!" The human Zhou Bureau took out an invitation and said: "Zhou Bureau, please take a look, this is the invitation we wrote to you, we all agreed to celebrate for you!"

"Oh?" Zhou Bureau took the invitation, glanced at it casually, and then threw it on the table: "You are thoughtful, but after all, Wang Bureau is now in power, and I can't show up."

"How could it be?" The politician understood that Zhou Bureau believed it, but still complained that he didn't give him priority, so he had to say it more harshly: "Zhou Bureau, you don't know, this is because he just became the director, we are afraid of affecting the relationship between you two, so we give priority to Wang. Don't worry, we will only invite you, not Wang!"

"You are thoughtful." Zhou Bureau Seeing that they had given him enough face, he nodded with satisfaction: "But we still have to invite Director Wang first, after all, the most important decision still depends on Director Wang."

"No!" The politician had already said a lot, so he decided to go all out and slammed the table: "That Wang looks decent, but who knows what he is like behind the scenes? I despise this kind of beast in human clothing the most. I feel sick when I look at him! I can't eat! I will never invite him to any banquet in the future!"

"Hahaha, beast in human clothing, okay, I like this word." Director Zhou smiled, then patted the politician on the shoulder: "Don't worry, you won't see him. I know his temper. He doesn't like to attend these banquets the most, so you just hand in the invitations, and I will definitely be the one to come in the end."

When saying this, Director Zhou also tapped the table a few times with his hand.

"I understand!" The politician was also a wise man. He immediately understood that Director Zhou was saying that he was the one who could be relied on and that Director Wang could not do anything. He immediately raised his glass: "Director Zhou, I have admired you for a long time. Please let me toast you a glass!"

"Okay, okay." Director Zhou also waved his hand and raised his glass quickly and neatly: "Come on, let's drink! We will be good brothers in the future! When one day I get rid of Wang, we won't have to bear his wrath anymore!"

"Okay, let's drink!" Several people around him also raised their glasses: "I wish Director Zhou to be promoted to director as soon as possible!"

...

"Drank so much again?" At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, Director Wang looked at Director Zhou who came back to the bureau with a smell of alcohol in his body in surprise.

"You haven't left yet?" Director Zhou supported himself and did not fall down. He looked at Director Wang and asked.

"Still sorting out the previous files." Director Wang nodded, then looked at Director Zhou with some concern: "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Director Zhou waved his hand, then glanced at the full table of documents on Director Wang's desk: "Only you can be so obsessed with reading these boring things."

"I can't do anything else." Director Wang shrugged: "You have to go drinking for me, I can only do my best and not be a waste."

"Hehe, if a waste can become the director, then what am I who can't be the director? A big waste?" Director Zhou complained, and then without waiting for Director Wang to say anything, he took out a recorder: "Here, your things, well, this is what I exchanged for my life!"

"Thank you for your hard work!" Director Wang took the recorder and said solemnly to Director Zhou.

"You are the same as Daju, you will say this." Director Zhou shook his head: "Is this what I want? I want a Chixin City where justice can be upheld without wearing a mask, a truly peaceful and prosperous world!"

"I..."

"Ugh!"

Director Wang was about to speak, but was interrupted by Zhou's vomiting.

"No!" Director Zhou suppressed the things that were surging up, squeezed out a sentence from his teeth, "I'm going to the bathroom", and then rushed out of the office like a fly.

"Alas." Director Wang held the recorder tightly in his hand and glanced out the window.

At this moment, rows of street lights outside the window quietly lit up, gradually extending to the distance along the main road of Chixin City, and radiating in all directions.