Bai Lan died and was admitted to the underworld as a civil servant. On the first day of registration, I went to the petition office. It doesn't matter if he doesn't have a background or a backer, everyone is waiting to see how he will take the blame for the first time.
But he sat on that chair for three months, and he didn't have a pot on his back. When it's time to drink tea, when it's time to get off work, I read the regulations from beginning to end when I encounter petitioners, and when I read them, they leave on their own.
The leader wanted to disgust him and asked him to write materials, and he handed in 300 words; asked him to work overtime, and he left on time; asked him to rectify, and he made a list: 0 problems, 0 measures, completion time limit: rectified. The leader was stunned and couldn't find fault.
What makes the old fritters most panicked is that he has been living well for three years. When it's time to evaluate excellence, it's time to drink tea.
The last person who did this would have been sent to the eighteenth level of hell.
