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The mystery of the front row

These days, Xiao Liu feels very depressed, whether it is to work or at home, always sighing

By Aynaz SabooriPublished 3 years ago 4 min read
The mystery of the front row
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These days, Xiao Liu feels very depressed, whether it is to work or at home, always sighing. Speaking of which, Xiao Liu and Dali is a classmate, after graduation and in the same unit. Somehow, two years down, big Li was repeatedly promoted, and recently became a deputy director, a spring look, while Xiao Liu is a nephew playing lanterns, as usual, or a small section member.

In private, Xiao Liu can not help but secretly ponder. In the background, Dali and Xiao Liu, the same parents are farmers; the ability to write their material has been praised by the leadership many times, Dali needs to write a summary or something, but also runs to ask him; why Dali in front of the leadership so red? Puzzling.

On this day, the unit has a dinner party, and Xiao Liu accompanied Dali to go to the banquet. Xiao Liu's heart was annoyed, and unconsciously drank too much, on the way back, he used the strength of alcohol, and patted his shoulder Dali said: "buddy ...... no, Li Secretary, you became an official can not forget our brother ah ...... "

Big Li also drunk, said with a smile: "I know you have an imbalance in your heart, look at my fast promotion, eye red, right? I just mastered a trick!"

" What trick, let me also learn!" Xiao Liu asked impatiently.

" That year, we just started work, the unit held a plenary meeting, we are willing to sit in the back row when the leader is not paying attention, you can send text messages, take a nap. But I came late, I had to sit in the front row, because and the leadership is close, I dare not wander, not only do not dare to blink, not even dare to put fart, but also 'stare' at the director for two hours. After the meeting, I was rubbing my sore eyes with remorse, but I heard the director inquire who I was the office director, and said the young man had a good work ethic and was a talent. As a result, the next day, I was transferred from the archives to the personnel section ......"

After a pause, Dali said: "From that time onwards, every meeting, I always sit in the front row, even if the leader's speech, like an old lady's shroud as stinky and long, I will sit straight, always look at the leader's eyes, but also from time to time to make a careful record, mindful of the look. Think about it, the leader sat on the podium, always feel superior, see their words as holy orders are worshipped, how can he not be happy?"

Dali some smug confession, so that Xiao Liu was enlightened, thinking: "stare at the leader's eyes, this should be very easy to do ah."

The next day after work, the director happened to have something to look for Xiao Liu, Xiao Liu and the director when talking, have been staring at his eyes, serious as hell. On the third day, Xiao Liu had something to report to the deputy director, when talking, their eyes still do not dare to relax, even at blinking speed, also several times faster than usual, the purpose is to save time, staring at the leader's eyes.

This approach worked, two months later, the old director retired, the unit was restructured, Xiao Liu became the director of the office, and Dali was then promoted to other units as a hand.

As the saying goes, the new official took office after three fires, to quickly understand the situation of the unit, the new director often meets, Xiao Liu to remember the " secret ", and continue to keep an eye on the leadership. However, what Xiao Liu never expected was that the first fire burned by the new director was actually to "reassign" Xiao Liu to the archives as a general information clerk.

Xiao Liu's heart, carrying two bottles of good wine to go to Dali, told the heart of the depression. After hearing Xiao Liu's words, Dali slapped his thigh and said, "Oh no, this director's eyes can't stare at ah!

" Why?" Xiao Liu asked with a sobbing face.

"Alas, I forgot to tell you, this director two years ago drunk driving, hit the roadside tree, the body did not suffer any injuries, single left eye poked blind. In order not to affect the image, paid a high price for a doctor to give him a fake eye. From there on, he is most taboo and others to look at each other, so as not to make people think it is 'fake eyes' to see people. Now it's good that you dare to stare hard at him, I'm afraid it's already lucky that you weren't expelled from home ......."

"Ah, so it's like this ......" Xiao Liu collapsed on the sofa and said with remorse, "How come I didn't see it? The leader is fake eyes, I am no pearl ah ......"

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Aynaz Saboori

How to explain? How to understand? What do we do with all the injustice?

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