The water in Canglang is clear, so I can wash my tassel; the water in Canglang is turbid, so I can wash my feet.
At the age of twenty-five, Chen Yinuo was admitted to the Qingjiang County Government Office and became a general clerk in the comprehensive department. He doesn't know that there are rules for seating in the office, there are particularities in giving mooncakes, and there are four levels of writing a briefing. He only knew that Deputy Director Han Jiang said: The pen is the legs, and the brain is the direction.
From section member to deputy section chief, from section chief to deputy director, to deputy county magistrate and county magistrate. In the past fifteen years, he has experienced being marginalized, faced the dilemma of "to sue or not to sue", refused a bank card from a developer, and watched his old classmate Zhang Lei go to jail for corruption.
Someone asked him: How did you get to where you are today without any background?
He said: Because I am afraid. I'm afraid that if I make the wrong move, I'll feel sorry for those who trust me, and I'll also feel sorry for myself who stayed up all night writing briefings fifteen years ago.
This is not a Shuangwen-style official myth, but a record of the ups and downs of an ordinary person. There is push and pull, there is also warmth and coldness of people; there is weighing the pros and cons, and there is also sticking to the bottom line. The water of Canglang flows endlessly. When people are in it, are they trapped, or do they choose the right time?
Open this book and you will see a real officialdom and a real person.
