Before I returned to my hometown, my second uncle, whom I hadn't seen for three years, took a photo of my cousin's resume in front of me.
He blew out smoke rings and said in a tough tone: "I heard that you are an official in the county bureau. I will arrange a position for your brother."
I calmly refused: "The establishment test is required, and I don't have the right."
The second uncle's face instantly darkened, he pointed at my nose and cursed: "White-eyed wolf, I paid for your study in vain!"
My mother was wiping tears beside me and trying to persuade me not to be so heartless.
The second aunt sneered: "Okay, if you have the guts, we'll see."
The next day, as soon as I returned to the bureau's office, my secretary handed me a real-name report letter.
The letter listed more than a dozen "crimes" against me, and it was signed by my second uncle.
He even showed off in the letter, saying that he would never turn me around in my life.
I looked at the red handprints on the envelope and called the disciplinary inspection team.
"Just in time, I took this letter personally."
