"Director Wang, after the principal of No. 1 Middle School was investigated, the position has been vacant, so that a lot of work cannot be carried out. This is the list of candidates for the principal of the first secondary school recommended by each school, please decide. Liu Shucai said respectfully.

Wang Baoyu sighed, and then understood what was going on. Since he is the principal of the county's key middle school, he should attach great importance to it. Wang Baoyu took a serious look at this information, and it didn't take long for him to find the problem carefully, some people's personal introductions, sprinkled with several pages, and the preparation was very sufficient. But there is another situation, which is not even full of pages, and the font is relatively sloppy.

What does this mean? Wang Baoyu pondered for a while, and suddenly realized, damn it, this is clearly inducing himself, and the so-called qualified characters in the selection materials are all already predetermined by some people.

Wang Baoyu returned the materials to Liu Shucai, and said with a smile: "Xiao Liu, these people!" It's all good. However, No. 1 Middle School is a key middle school in our county, which has maintained a high admission rate over the years and has selected many outstanding talents for the country and society. Therefore, I can't be rash in choosing the principal, and I can't make my own decisions. ”

Liu Shucai's smile remained unchanged, but from his slightly twitching face, he could also guess that he was scolding Wang Baoyu for being cunning. He asked, "Director, what should you do about this?" ”

"In the past, the choice of the principal was decided by Director Hou?" Wang Baoyu asked rhetorically.

"Of course not, it is generally after a written test, an interview, and finally a vote by the leadership team." Liu Shucai said.

Wang Baoyu scolded in his heart, damn it, and wanted to calculate Lao Tzu, if Lao Tzu had just made a decision, maybe someone would go up to sue him, saying that the new director of education did not go through legal procedures, used people sloppily, and even said that he had accepted someone's benefits and used his power for personal gain.

"Since there is a selection process, why is it saved when you come to me?" Wang Baoyu glanced at Liu Shucai with disdain and asked coldly.

Liu Shucai opened his mouth and was speechless for a long time, and finally smiled awkwardly: "It's not that everyone thinks that Director Wang has a unique vision, so there is no need to be so troublesome." ”

"If I choose, people will point at my nose and scold, the Yamen of the Education Bureau is opened by my family, right?" Wang Baoyu sneered.

"Don't dare, don't dare." Liu Shucai waved his hand in fear.

"I don't know any of these people, even the fiery eyes of Sun Monkey, I'm afraid I can't choose the best principal. It's still the old rule, everything follows the process! Wang Baoyu instructed, picked up the newspaper on the table, and stopped reading Liu Shucai.

Liu Shucai retreated in disgust, Wang Baoyu didn't have the heart to read the newspaper at all, he sensitively thought of a question. Now that the examination atmosphere is declining, although the written test is the foundation, will these people make a fuss about the test questions and push someone to be the principal? As for the interview, the water is even bigger, and basically as long as you pass the written test, you can make a decision.

No, they must not let their plot succeed, they have to think of a way. Wang Baoyu took out a list of education experts in a drawer, and after a moment of selection, he picked up the phone and called an expert named Song Yucai.

"Who?" On the other end of the phone, an old and steady voice came.

"It's Song Lao! I am the Secretary for Education, Wang Baoyu. Wang Baoyu asked very politely, this is not pretending, but from the bottom of his heart, he has special respect for these really learned people.

"Oh! Hello, Director Wang! Hello! The old expert Song Yucai was busy greeting.

"Old Song, I want to go and see you, don't you know if it's convenient?" Wang Baoyu asked.

"How dare the director come to see me! Whatever is there, you command. Song Yucai said flatteredly.

"Yes, but I want to go to your house and talk about it, and I want you to keep it a secret." Wang Baoyu said bluntly.

"Then it's hard work for the director!" Song Yucai said, reported a home address, and put the phone down with excitement.

Wang Baoyu first drove to buy some gifts, and then came to Song Yucai's house. It is necessary to explain Song Yucai's background, judging from the data, Song Yucai is 70 years old this year, and he is a well-known old expert in the field of education, and he has written many papers on how to select educational talents, and he has a lot of influence in the county, city, and even province.

Wang Baoyu carried a bunch of things, climbed up to the fourth floor with great difficulty, and gently knocked on the door of the east house, and soon, an old man with gray hair appeared in front of him.

"Old Song, I'm so disturbed." Wang Baoyu said politely.

Song Yucai looked Wang Baoyu up and down, and asked tentatively, "You are the ...... who called just now?" ”

"Wang Baoyu." Wang Baoyu took the conversation with a smile and said, and then put the gift in the hands of his wife behind Song Yucai.

"Oh, big names, please come in! You see, come and come, and buy so many things! What a break! Song Yucai said flatteredly, and what surprised him even more was that the director of education in front of him was just a young man in his early twenties.

Wang Baoyu followed the old man into the house, only to see that in the living room, there was a desk full of thick books, and behind the desk, there was a big bookcase, which was full of books, and it seemed that it couldn't be put down.

The house is not big, it is very simple, the landscape paintings hanging on the wall, quite with a sense of vicissitudes, it seems that there are many years, the red paint on the floor has fallen off several large pieces to reveal the cyan ground, a group of cloth sofas that can barely make three people, and even the middle has collapsed.

Wang Baoyu sat on the sofa cautiously, not restrained, but the sofa was always creaking, and when he moved, it was like another serial fart. At this time, Song Yucai's wife served tea, and the teacup was also a glass with several mouths missing.

Song Yucai moved a wooden chair and sat opposite Wang Baoyu, which was a head higher than Wang Baoyu, Wang Baoyu could only raise his head to talk to him, feeling very uncomfortable. Wang Baoyu looked around and asked puzzledly: "Old Song, are you writing a thesis under such conditions?" ”

Song Yucai laughed self-deprecatingly: "Isn't there a poem called "Burrow"! This house is still taken care of by the bureau, and many experts have not yet had this opportunity! My children are all working outside the home, so my wife and I are content to live here. ”

"This dilapidated house is about to be demolished, and you don't have the money to buy a new one, I think you will be content then." Song Yucai's wife muttered dissatisfiedly and went into the back room, and Song Yucai could only smile awkwardly.

"This is also a dereliction of duty in our bureau, a high-level talent like you should not live like this." Wang Baoyu said sincerely.