He had no background. As soon as he entered the unit, he was thrown into the archives room on the second basement floor.
That is the corner where the National Development and Reform Commission has the least presence. The dehumidifier roars day and night, and there is always a musty smell in the air. No one asked him to eat, no one informed him of meetings, and the office director couldn't even remember his name.
His name is Lin Yuan, he is twenty-four years old, comes from a working-class family in the county town, and has an ordinary undergraduate degree.
If it were anyone else, they might have just lied down and complained, "It doesn't matter, it's a dead end." But he silently did three things:
· Organize thirty years of backlogged files into an electronic catalog
· Write down each colleague's name, position, habits, and relationship network
· Arrive half an hour early every day to make tea for the old section chief who is about to retire
Four months later, the General Department was in urgent need of an old file from five years ago, which could not be found on the computer. He was the only one in the unit who could find it.
That was the first time he was remembered.
What happened next was complex at the same time, simple at the same time——
