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It was raining heavily outside, and the car window was completely white. Rural buses were lying on the roadside on the lakeshore, like landlubbers that had been soaked by the heavy rain. Occasionally, pedestrians holding umbrellas hid in cars sporadically, not as if they were on their way, but as if they were taking shelter from the rain, because no cars were seen leaving for a long time. Lin Xiangxi guessed that the pedestrians stuck in their cars due to the heavy rain must be as anxious as he was. Finally, a bus was full, and it moved noisily. Lin Xiangxi's eyes followed the bus and disappeared into the rain, and couldn't help but ask himself: How long do I have to wait? He has no answer. The county magistrate said on the phone that he could not arrange his own time. The county head cannot arrange his own time, so the township head has to come in advance and wait. This is the rule of the game. But why can't the county magistrate arrange his own time?