Prehistoric Times
by He Cunzhong
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The torrential rain keeps falling, the ground doesn't look up, and the sky doesn't open its eyes. Gao Feng wore a long gown, held an umbrella, and wore long rain boots as he returned home from his shift in the theater studio. Gao Feng was holding an umbrella in the corridor when someone unexpectedly slapped him on the back. Gao Feng looked back and saw it was the Strict Discipline Inspection Commission. The Discipline Inspection Committee said excitedly, man, do you know? It's up again! Gao Feng knew what was going up. Gao Feng asked, how high has it increased? The Discipline Inspection Commission said, 26.73. Gao Feng asked, is it still rising? The Discipline Inspection Commission said, of course, otherwise, would it still be called a once-in-a-century event? Gao Feng said, what should we do? The Discipline Inspection Commission waved his hand and said, "What should I do?" Come on! The Strict Discipline Inspection Commission is a director of the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection. He is about the same age as Gao Feng. He is in his forties and is still a director. So everyone in the compound calls him the Strict Discipline Inspection Committee. Connecting his title with the entire Discipline Inspection Commission shows respect for him.
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