Mu Jun naturally did not leave, but stepped downstairs and went to the cafeteria to ask the chef to prepare two suppers.

The chefs in the canteen of the government are not ordinary people, and they don’t think they can work for a long time without being poisonous. Han Jun brought Mu Jun to visit him, and Mu Jun’s face is no longer unfamiliar in the canteen.

"Secretary Mu, this..."

"It's fine according to Secretary Yang's usual taste."

"Okay!"

Similar to the steamer lunch box, the separation is clear, and the people in the canteen are all very familiar. Two meat, one vegetable and one soup, and about four taels of fresh rice are placed in the lunch box, both in color, fragrance and taste, which attracts appetite. The food in the two layers of lunch box is the same. The chefs are not stupid enough to divide the food into levels in front of Mu Jun. Offending the secretary is often even more terrifying for them.

Back on the third floor, a person in front walked into the secretary's room. Mu Jun took two steps and deliberately stepped on him a few times to remind the people in front of him.

"Secretary Zhang, I am the new Mu Jun."

Zhang Senrong, deputy secretary of the county party committee in charge of economy, is a relatively embarrassing position with a higher position in the party than in charge of economy, but the power in his hand is not as good as others.

"Oh." Zhang Senrong looked at Mu Jun at a glance, and also saw the lunch box in his hand. A faint fragrance floated out. Zhang Senrong's throat moved. The atmosphere of the meeting last afternoon was depressing, and he was really hungry.

"Secretary Yang, Secretary Zhang is here." Mu Jun knocked on the office door twice and opened it before the person inside opened it. This is a certain privilege of the secretary. Of course, it depends on whether the secretary knows how to tell when to knock on the door and when to enter when he or she is knocked on the door and wait for the order inside to enter. This knowledge is something that the secretary must master. Always wait for the order, the leader will feel that you don't know how to save energy for yourself, and always knock on the door and enter when he or she is knocked on. What if you encounter a leader who has privacy?

"Old Zhang, come in quickly." Yang Ping raised his head and greeted him casually, without standing up or being polite. Mu Jun saw that Yang Ping and Zhang Senrong had a different relationship, at least at work, they had an extraordinary relationship, very casual, without any politeness.

"Haha, Secretary Yang, there are still some immature thoughts about the afternoon, let's talk about it." Zhang Senrong showed a slightly humble smile on his face, and his waist was not as straight as Mu Junshi, and he leaned forward a little bit.

"Okay, sit down." Yang Ping took off his glasses and stood up, walked to the sofa and sat side by side with Zhang Senrong. Mu Jun quickly made tea for Zhang Senrong, then retreated to the door and left the space for the two of them. When the door was opened and closed, the two leaders had not started talking and were lighting cigarettes. Mu Jun said: "Secretary Yang, you and Secretary Zhang have not eaten yet. I have made a meal downstairs, why don't you talk while eating?"

"Haha, I'm really hungry." Zhang Senrong's eyes were filled with a faint admiration, and Yang Ping nodded with a smile.

Mu Jun brought the lunch box in and arranged the two meals. There were differences in Yang Ping's lunch box, a small bowl of Shanxi aged vinegar.

"Haha, Xiao Mu, did our Secretary Zhang snatch your supper? Haha, we went to work on the first day and went back to rest early. We don't know what time it will be." Smelling the jealousy, Yang Ping's mood improved a lot and joked.

"Oh, Xiao Mu, I owe you a meal." Zhang Senrong also joked, but Mu Jun didn't even say anything, just smiled faintly, left the office, and did not go to the cafeteria again, sat down and continued to read the information. After more than ten minutes, he knocked on the door twice, cleaned up the coffee table, wiped it clean, brewed two cups of tea and put it in front of the two people sitting inside and outside the desk, and then left. When he was delivering the lunch box, he went to the convenience store to buy bread and milk, and returned to the position he should be sitting.

"Secretary Yang, you are a good secretary, very diligent and sensible." Zhang Senrong praised while sucking the clouds and spitting out a mist.

"Haha, Lao Zhang, I don't want him to come here because I'm a master's and doctoral student from Fudan University. I once worked internship with several leading professors in the economic field in China. How about it? Come to us to make a pen and be rich, right?" The bad mood improved after Mu Junchao's expectations. Yang Ping also showed a relaxed smile on his red and black face. The people around him were not capable and were restricted in everything he did. As soon as he felt hungry, food appeared. This time the feeling was more profound than obeying the instructions ten times and following the instructions and doing things well.

"Oh? Isn't this the one being transferred from Dakou Township?" Zhang Senrong became interested.

"In response to the central government's call, fresh graduates should be brave enough to support townships and villages, and work at the grassroots level and even remote mountainous areas."

“Hahaha…”

As Yang Ping said, Zhang Senrong smiled. Seeing Mu Jun's performance was not like those rich families who came down to gilt, and he cared for the caring and careful performance. The feeling of picking up treasures came out. Young people who are talented and knowledgeable are comfortable around them, and they can feel at ease if they release them for a while.

At 9:40, Yang Ping and Zhang Senrong left the office together. When they came out, they turned off the lights in the house. Seeing Mu Jun holding some information in his hand, he looked at each other and nodded.

"Xiao Mu, go back early to rest." The secretary who is waiting for the leader to come home after get off work was done by others. The leader did not say it out loud. The process of adding points to the impression is accumulated in every bit of daily work.

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"call!"

Sitting on the sofa, Mu Jun stretched his waist, raised his arms high above his head, and his legs were placed on the sofa as a fulcrum, and his body was tilted and straight forty-five degrees. After more than ten seconds, Mu Jun leaned down from his back and his body was buried in the sofa, without any movement.

I arrived last night and found a small hotel for a whole night. I arrived at my new job in the best condition early in the morning. After a day, I focused on studying and adapting to the new work environment. I was very tired and really tired when I came into contact with all kinds of people.

Someone once said that with a real high IQ, it is not about mathematics, physics and chemistry, nor about studying alternative disciplines. The real peak battlefield of brainstorming is a showdown between politicians.

The decorations in the dormitory are quite well-deserved. A TV is placed next to the wall of the bedroom. It extends to the window in sequence. It is a coffee table, a sofa, and behind the sofa is a double bed placed under the window. Debug the water heater in the bathroom, change into a set of pajamas, place the Dianyu County Chronicle information obtained from the office on the coffee table, burn a pot of water on the stove, make tea and cigarettes, read the introduction to Dianyu County in two pages, get up and take a shower in the bathroom, order the alarm clock at five o'clock, get on the bed with the information, read it word by word, keep the content in mind, and fall asleep at half past eleven.

On the first day of his arrival in Dianyu County, he spent his busy life. Mu Jun did not call his home to tell them that he had changed jobs. He believed that his father must have known it a long time ago; nor did he call Zhang Dahai or Sister Zhou and his group to report their safety. Doing the job well is the best news.

He fell asleep easily in a state of fatigue and tightness with his eyes, with a faint smile on his lips. Although it was only a few touches, from the lines of the information and the situation of meeting Yang Ping several times, Cheng Xiaoyu knew that his immediate boss this time was not a person like Liu Guang, and his character was not discussed yet. Secretary Yang was an official who wanted to do something.

At half past five, the alarm clock rang, and Mu Jun stood up and sat up from the bed. No one was confused by the alarm clock in the sleepiness. Instead, he was very awake and put on clothes, washed his face and brushed his teeth, then put on a towel and wore a sportswear to do his routine every morning. He has maintained all this for more than ten years, starting from elementary school.

The air by the river is very good. Although the city-city river in Dianyu County did not bring a scenic spot to the city, many people were still exercising on the riverside or on the river bank in the early morning. The thin fog was dispersed by the sun with the dimness. Along the river bank, Mu Jun ran over the river bridge next to the county government, and ran back to another river bridge in the small county town. Then he stopped in front of the horizontal bars and parallel bars near the dormitory area on the edge of the municipal government courtyard, and performed half an hour of muscle exercise as usual.

He hooked his feet with his horizontal bar and stood upside down in the air, doing sit-ups from bottom to top; pulling up the horizontal bar with one arm; standing up on the side bar...

The movements are very large and the frequency is very fast. After warming up with running, a series of movements ensure that Mu Jun can move his muscles to the maximum extent and maintain his muscle strength. He has been trained in the barracks since he was a child. It’s a pity to throw them away. One hour every morning can also be refreshed and ensure a good mood for the day. Why not do it?

I had some breakfast at the roadside stall, entered the house at 7 o'clock, took a shower and changed clothes, went out at 7 o'clock, entered the county party committee office building at 7 o'clock, and opened the office door at 7 o'clock.

Open the window of Yang Ping's office for five minutes of ventilation. Seeing that the door of the inner rest room was not closed, Mu Jun pushed the door into it, and the bed and bathroom were very neat, he just opened the window to ventilate.

The cold airflow rushed in and made people feel shocked, but for Mu Jun, who was excited in the morning, his muscles and cells were in an excited state.

Wipe the floor, wipe the ash, scrub the ashtray and tea set, spray a little freshener, and add a large cup of hot water to Yang Ping's large thermos cup.

This was what Mu Jun observed yesterday. When drinking tea, Yang Ping would use the tea set on the tea table with the visitors. When only one person was left, he would drink the water from the thermos cup. When he saw that there was no tea stains in the morning, it seemed that Yang Ping did not like tea very much.

Details are absolutely successful or failed. Mu Jun deeply understands this principle. If you want to do things, you need a platform for doing things. In this country, the appreciation of leaders is the first necessary level for you to have a platform for doing things. Moreover, you must have a serious attitude towards work. The secretary is to allow leaders to work more comfortably, including environmental life and the ability to solve problems. At present, all Mu Jun can show is the former.

At 8:00, everything is over, close the windows.
Chapter completed!