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On the day he reported to Miaoxi Town, Zheng Xiaomao, who was still excited about being named on the gold list, was poured cold water on his head. Lao Hu, the deputy secretary in charge of personnel, asked him to immediately go to Jinhuashan Village at the source of the Bailang River and serve as deputy director of the village committee. Jinhua Mountain? One year? Zheng Xiaomao took a breath of cold air. It's the most remote and poor place in town, and there's no bus service. If you have something urgent, you can only get there in a hurry. "Isn't the civil service post I took the exam for the Finance Office? Why did I become a village official?" Zheng Xiaomao muttered. The sound was not loud, but Lao Hu obviously heard it. Lao Hu stopped midway in holding the teacup, stared with a pair of goldfish eyes and asked, "What?" Zheng Xiaomao knew that he had made a mistake, so he bit his lower lip and stopped uttering a word.
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