"No, you have to stay for three years! If you say three years, it means three years. Any less doesn't count!"
Wang Anquan wanted to go up and persuade him, but Huo Qianli stopped him by shaking his head.
A few minutes later, when Zhan Baoxing had vented most of his emotions and calmed down a little, Huo Qianli said, "Brother Baoxing, this is all arranged by the organization. We have no say in this."
He looked at Qin Shan who was a little embarrassed and smiled, "If the old doesn't go, the new won't come. Qin Shan will definitely do a better job than me. When the time comes, you might even be glad that I left early!"
How can I possibly be better than you... Zhan Baoxing muttered in his heart, but at this moment he was calm, and with a few months of experience, the words he opened his mouth turned into an apology, "Officer Qin, I'm sorry, I was just a little surprised, please forgive me if I'm offended!"
Qin Shanqiang laughed twice, "It's okay, it's okay."
Huo Qianli said, "Qin Shan, you must be tired after running around all day. Go and take a rest first. We will welcome you together in the evening. It's a good opportunity for me to prepare for the work to be handed over."
"Okay, thank you, idol!"
"Don't yell at me like that, let's just call each other normally."
"Good idol."
Huo Qianli was somewhat helpless, "Let's go!"
Originally, Huo Qianli subconsciously thought that Qin Shan happened to live in Gu's house, but then he changed his mind and thought that Gu Daqiang was no longer the village chief, and the village committee now had a residence and a small canteen, so there would be no problem with life.
After consulting Qin Shan's own wishes, he chose one of the two guest rooms in the village committee and stayed there.
Qin Shan was asked to pack up his things by himself. Wang Anquan talked to Zhan Baoxing about post-disaster reconstruction. Huo Qianli returned to the office and started to organize his work.
After just a short while, several men knocked on the door hurriedly and squeezed into the office.
"Officer Huo, are you leaving?"
“Is this true?”
"That's impossible. They said it was three years. Someone must have made it up!"
Panic and tension were written all over the sweaty faces.
Behind them, there were figures running one after another.
Looking from a high altitude, it seems as if there are invisible lines pulling the small black dots from all directions to the same end point.
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