Having achieved financial freedom, I reorganized my workplace.

Chapter 16 Oh no, I overdid it!

Seeing that it was almost time, the director led everyone to the entrance to line up and greet them. He kept looking around nervously, almost getting hit and killed by a will-o'-the-wisp boy who sped by.

Those were martyrs from the Suicheng Waterworks Company.

It must be buried at the company entrance.

"You fucking bastard, are you looking for death!" The station chief cursed, brushing the dust off his pants. Suddenly, he noticed the sweet potato vendor and the beggar lying on the ground not far away. He immediately said to Monkey, "Go and chase them away. It would be bad if the leaders saw them."

I don't know what the impact will be.

Actually, these two people are quite far from the water supply station's gate, one on the left and one on the right. They usually keep to themselves, and the sweet potato seller even helped the station take photos before. But today, with Director Song coming, the water supply station's "image influence radius" seems to have automatically expanded.

They treat people like plague carriers.

Lin Chen felt something was off.

The monkey rudely shooed them away, yelling, "Get lost, you bastard! You can't set up a stall here!"

The sweet potato vendor, known for his fiery temper, was enraged by the sudden insult and retorted defiantly, "Who are you trying to scare? Don't mess with me, I'm right here, I'm right here!"

Seeing that the other party was unconvinced, the monkey stretched its neck and started arguing with him like a fighting rooster. The director impatiently stomped his foot: "Hurry up and handle this! What will it look like when the leaders come and see this!"

The leadership is almost complete.

Seeing this, several experienced workers rushed forward and began pushing and shoving the wooden cart selling sweet potatoes. The uncle, enraged, lay down on the ground, ready to fight to the death.

Tang Yuwei was horrified and couldn't help but whisper to Lin Chen, "Class monitor, aren't they going a bit too far?"

"Chief, let me handle this." Lin Chen quickly stepped forward to stop him, taking out money from his wallet: "Uncle, I'll buy all these sweet potatoes. You can go home early today."

The middle-aged man was still angry, but for the sake of the money in his hand, he grumbled as he pushed his cart away. Lin Chen then picked up a sweet potato and handed it to the beggar across the street: "Could you please move over somewhere else?"

The beggar babbled, but it was impossible to understand what he was saying. He happily took the sweet potato and left.

The director patted Lin Chen on the shoulder with satisfaction: "You really have a way with things. You should all learn from this."

Having money is great. Tang Yuwei felt completely overwhelmed and moved by what she saw. She felt that her class monitor was the best and most handsome person in the world.

Just then, a black sedan slowly drove up.

The first person to get off the car was not Director Song, but Tang Xin, the office director.

She wore a tight-fitting bodycon dress, her figure voluptuous and full, like a ripe fruit. Unlike Tang Yuwei's tall and delicate appearance, she exuded a mature and charming allure.

Lin Chen used to like people like Tang Yuwei, but now he feels that people like Tang Xin are truly exceptional.

She's not very old, not even forty yet, and her resume is a mystery. Many people say she got the position because of her looks, but no one knows if it's true. People see that she's very close to the previous Director Zeng, so they call her a social butterfly.

Lin Chen didn't believe such words. Anyone who could sit in an office position must have some ability, at least good speaking skills. After Tang Xin got out of the car, she quickly stood by the back door to serve. Director Song crawled out of the car and was indeed a bit bald.

However, bald people are all intelligent.

The director immediately led the applause, and everyone quickly followed suit. Tang Yuwei hurriedly raised her camera, remembering the director's instructions, and deliberately lowered the camera position to shoot from an upward angle.

"Welcome, Director Song, to our humble abode! It is an honor to have you here." The director stepped forward, bowed, and extended his hands, awaiting the leader's favor.

Director Song ignored him, his gaze sweeping over everyone with a questioning look, finally settling on Tang Xin. His expression seemed a little displeased. Lin Chen immediately realized that Director Song was probably unhappy that his schedule had been leaked in advance.

Director Song put on a stern face and criticized, "Lin Kaidong, what's wrong with you? What time is it now? It's a critical period for typhoon and flood prevention, and you're still engaging in this formalistic welcoming and sending-off ceremony."

Lin Chen knew that the leader wasn't really angry when he said that; he was just putting on an act. He would only be truly angry if you stopped the welcoming and farewell ceremonies.

Wind and flood prevention – where are the winds? Where are the floods?

Lin Kaidong said, "Director Song, it's not that I'm disobedient, it's just that everyone in the office admires you too much."

Director Song waved his hand: "Let them go do what they need to do. If people see this, they'll think I like to put on a show." The director waved his hand, and the veteran workers quickly dispersed. Anyway, they didn't want to be fools.

Tang Yuwei also wanted to leave, but Director Song seemed to have noticed something and called out, "Tang Yuwei, come here."

This sentence surprised Lin Chen.

Tang Yuwei seemed a little embarrassed and nervously stepped forward, saying, "Hello, Uncle Song."

Uncle Song?

This sound made Lin Chen even more terrified. Good heavens, it seems that another rich girl has come down to experience life. But he should have thought of this earlier, but he didn't expect her backing to be so strong.

Fortunately, I don't usually bully her.

The director stared at Yuwei with wide eyes.

"How are you doing? Are you alright at Baru?" Director Song asked kindly, as if he were greeting his own child.

Tang Yuwei: "It's great, the class monitor takes good care of me." After she finished speaking, she suddenly noticed the director's longing look and added, "Oh, our director is very nice too."

Director: "Yuwei is a good girl too, she's obedient and loves to learn."

Director Song nodded before beginning his inspection of the water supply station's preparations for typhoon and flood prevention. He looked closely and asked professional questions, leaving no stone unturned, from emergency plans to equipment maintenance, from duty logs to material reserves.

The director struggled to answer, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead. Whenever the director was speechless or his answer was not accurate enough, Lin Chen would provide appropriate supplementary explanations.

"The waterproofing measures for this pump house are quite good; they even used a rain cover," Director Song said, pointing to the newly reinforced entrance of the pump house. "Who was in charge? That's a great idea; it could be submitted as a technological innovation."

Just as the director was about to speak, Tang Yuwei, for some reason, had a cramp and answered first, "This was done by our class monitor."

Upon hearing this, Lin Chen frowned. "You woman, you've ruined my life!"

I don't want to be in the limelight.

In the past, when leaders came to inspect, Lin Chen would try his best to show off, which caused the former director to have a lot of complaints about him. Therefore, every time the leaders spoke about him, his evaluation was very bad.

Moreover, I heard that on several occasions, the director above asked the station chief for the person, but he refused to give it to him no matter what, which prevented him from being promoted to the grassroots level.

Lin Chen had no desire for advancement and didn't want to show off in front of his superiors, so he quickly added, "This was accomplished by the director leading all of us in the institute."

Upon hearing this, the director felt very pleased and generously replied, "I just offer suggestions; Lin Chen is basically in charge of everything."

Director Song seemed to have figured something out as well, but he didn't say anything.

He didn't know Lin Chen's skill level, but he did know Lin Kaidong's skill level.

During the discussion, Director Song asked, "Although the typhoon may be a bit far from here, we must be prepared and do our work according to the worst-case scenario. What flood prevention work have you done in each township?"

"I did all that work, but I didn't really do anything," Lin Chen said. He didn't want to talk at first, but when he saw the director giving him a meaningful look, he finally answered.

"We have done a lot of work. Now each village has two people in charge and we have adopted a water level alarm detection system. If a dangerous situation occurs, we will immediately divide the work: one person will deal with the people and the other will report the situation to strive for the golden time for evacuation and rescue."

A hint of appreciation flashed in Director Song's eyes: "You've thought this through very thoroughly. You're quite good."

Tang Yuwei chimed in, "That's right, Uncle Song, our class monitor is omnipotent."

Damn it, you little brat, you're really overstepping your bounds. I don't need you to elevate me; I'm already high enough.

Lin Chen quickly added, "This was all arranged by the director."

The director was overjoyed and quickly introduced, "Lin Chen has worked in the institute for ten years. He has always been diligent and hardworking, and his professional skills are indeed very strong."

It is only polite to reciprocate, so the two began to flatter each other once again.

"Not bad." Director Song rarely smiled. "Indeed, not bad. Young man, keep up the good work."

Heh, young man?

I'm thirty.

Tang Xin smiled as she took notes, her gaze lingering on Lin Chen for a few more seconds. She had actually been paying attention to this person for a long time; she had seen Lin Chen at several meetings, where he sat in the front row, and she had a deep impression of him.

After chatting for about half an hour, Director Song got up to leave, saying he had to go to inspect other water supply stations.

Director Tang quickly came over and chatted with Director Song for a few minutes, a little embarrassed: "Director Song, I'm sorry, but I might need your cooperation to take a few photos as a record."

Song Ju looked troubled, but still nodded: "Hurry up."

So Tang Xin took two drivers to the car and got some gifts, including oil and rice, and gave them to several senior drivers in the station. She gave them a few instructions, and the senior drivers were a little hesitant, but in the end they agreed.

So Director Song kindly took their little hands and gave them a slight smile.

The two experienced workers took the rice and oil, their faces beaming with gratitude.

Tang Xin snapped away, freezing the moment in time.

Undeniably, Director Song's trip to the countryside today was actually a way to express his condolences to the staff on duty before the typhoon. Without this photo, it definitely wouldn't have been possible; it would have been a wasted trip.

After filming, Director Song left.

His style was indeed decisive and efficient, quite different from that of Director Tan.

This put the director in a difficult position.

After all, the dinner was already booked and the gifts were already bought.

If it were Director Tan, he would definitely be eating, drinking, and taking things.

Surrounded by everyone, Director Song waved and got into the car. Tang Xin deliberately lagged behind by half a step and chatted with Lin Chen for a few words: "Lin Chen, you've been staying at the Baru office all this time, aren't you tired of it?"

Lin Chen considered many possibilities when asked this question, and finally came up with a reply.

"It's not greasy, it's quite good."

"Okay, sure."

After saying that, Director Tang got into the car.

After she left, Lin Chen was a little confused, wondering what Director Tang meant by those words. Did she want to promote him?

But upon closer reflection, I felt relieved.

Think more.

Over the past decade, no fewer than ten leaders have said this to him.

The results of it.

Just listen to what your boss says and ignore it.