I slept with my sister's classmate, and she turned out to be my boss.

The next morning at eight o'clock, as soon as Chen Dapeng arrived at the General Affairs Section, Zhao Zhiyuan stopped him.

"Xiao Chen, I need to inform you of an adjustment."

Zhao Zhiyuan sat by the window with a document spread out in front of him. His expression was more indifferent than usual, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

Chen Dapeng stood in front of his desk, waiting for him to continue.

"You'll be temporarily no longer in contact with the county head. You'll be transferred to the Information Section." Zhao Zhiyuan pushed a document towards him. "You'll be responsible for information writing and website maintenance."

Chen Dapeng was stunned.

He glanced down at the document—written in black and white, stamped with the official seal of the government office, and dated yesterday.

"Why?" He looked up, trying to make his voice sound calm. "Did I do something wrong?"

"There's no particular reason, it's just for work." Zhao Zhiyuan lowered his head and continued writing, his tone indifferent. "It was assigned by the supervisor, I had no choice."

Chen Dapeng stood there, staring at the top of Zhao Zhiyuan's head.

"I see."

He turned and walked back to his workstation.

Lin Xiaowan was making tea when she saw him return. Her gaze lingered on his face for a moment, and she hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.

Chen Dapeng didn't look at her, sat down, and started packing his things.

There were few personal belongings on the table—a notebook, a few pens, a water glass, and a half-open copy of the "Regulations on the Handling of Official Documents of Party and Government Organs".

He packed these things into a cardboard box one by one.

The general affairs department was very quiet.

Zhao Zhiyuan was writing materials, his keyboard clattering loudly.

Lin Xiaowan stood there with her teacup in hand, watching Chen Dapeng pack his things. Her lips moved several times, but she couldn't utter a word.

Chen Dapeng put the last pen into the cardboard box, stood up, and looked around at the workstation he had been sitting at for less than a month.

Near the door, the worst spot.

When he first arrived, he didn't care; he was a newcomer, so it didn't matter where he sat.

Now that he was leaving, he realized he had no attachment to this position.

"Xiao Chen."

Lin Xiaowan finally spoke.

Chen Dapeng turned his head.

Lin Xiaowan put down her teacup, walked over, stood beside him, and lowered her voice: "The IT department is a retirement home, how did you get transferred there?"

Her voice was very soft, so soft that only two people could hear it.

Chen Dapeng smiled and said, "Perhaps it's a work requirement, a normal job rotation."

Lin Xiaowan looked at him, her eyes filled with something indescribable—sympathy? Regret? Or something else entirely?

"Who did you offend?" she asked more directly.

"No," Chen Dapeng shook his head. "I'm new here, who could I possibly offend?"

Lin Xiaowan opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end she said nothing.

Zhao Zhiyuan looked up from the documents, glanced over, and his gaze lingered on Lin Xiaowan for a moment.

Lin Xiaowan felt that gaze, stopped talking, and returned to her workstation.

Chen Dapeng walked out of the General Affairs Department carrying the cardboard box; the corridor was empty.

He stood there, took a deep breath, and then walked towards the information technology department.

The information technology department is on the third floor, in a small room at the end of the corridor.

Chen Dapeng pushed open the door and went inside. There were only two tables, two computers, and a filing cabinet.

Liu Zhiguo, the head of the Information Department, is in his forties and wears thick glasses, making him look like an old scholar.

He was sitting by the window, looking down at his phone.

Hearing the voice, he looked up at Chen Dapeng and pointed to the table near the door: "Dapeng, sit over there. The computer works, the network cable is plugged in, ask me if you don't understand anything."

"Okay, Section Chief Liu."

Chen Dapeng placed the cardboard box on the table, sat down, and looked around.

The windows of the IT department face north, so they never see the sun, and there's a faint musty smell in the room.

A faded duty roster was posted on the wall, the date still stuck last year.

On the windowsill was a potted green ivy that was about to die; its leaves were yellow and its head was drooping.

Liu Zhiguo had already lowered his head and continued looking at his phone, showing no intention of paying any more attention to him.

Chen Dapeng turned on his computer, the screen lit up, and the desktop was the default Windows background, blue, so monotonous that it made him want to sleep.

At that moment, he was thinking, "Whose decision was it to transfer me to the Information Technology Department? Was it He Ying's?"

Why did she transfer me to the IT department? Was it her own intention, or was she forced to?

"Looks like I'll have to ask her privately..."

……

Meanwhile, on the fourth floor, in the general affairs department.

After Chen Dapeng left, Lin Xiaowan sat at her workstation, absentmindedly flipping through the materials.

She hesitated for a long time before finally picking up her phone and sending a WeChat message to Su Wanqing.

"Director Su, why was Xiao Chen transferred to the Information Technology Department?"

After sending the message, she waited five minutes but received no reply.

Ten more minutes passed, but there was still no reply.

"never mind."

She placed her phone face down on the table and continued flipping through the documents.

Su Wanqing's office is on the other side of the fourth floor.

She sat behind her desk with a document spread out in front of her, but she didn't read a single word of it.

She received Lin Xiaowan's message, but she did not reply.

It's not that I don't want to reply, it's that I don't know how to reply.

Chen Dapeng was transferred to the Information Department. The transfer order was brought by Cui Yongming, who said it was "for work needs and personnel optimization".

But Su Wanqing knew in her heart that this was not a personnel optimization—someone was making things difficult for Chen Dapeng.

Who is making things difficult for Chen Dapeng?

She could probably guess.

But she couldn't say anything, nor could she do anything.

Because she knew that she didn't have the final say in this matter.

She picked up a pen, signed the document, closed the folder, leaned back in her chair, and closed her eyes.

Chen Dapeng's face flashed through her mind—when he first came to the General Affairs Section to report for duty, he was wearing a white shirt, his hair was neatly combed, he stood at the door, bowed slightly, and called her "Director Su".

He looked like a college freshman.

Now, he has been transferred to the Information Department.

On the third floor, at the end of the corridor, the sun never shines.

But she had no choice.

Because the transfer order was brought over by Cui Yongming.

Su Wanqing picked up her phone, looked at the message Lin Xiaowan had sent, typed a few words, and then deleted it.

In the end, she didn't reply to anything and put her phone aside.

A few minutes later, her phone rang. It was He Ying calling, and she answered it quickly.

"Director Su, come to my office."

"Yes, County Head."

After hanging up the phone, she got up and went to He Ying's office.

She pushed open the door and stood in front of He Ying's desk: "County Chief He, you wanted to see me?"

"sit."

Su Wanqing sat down opposite her.

He Ying pushed the transfer order over: "You saw this transfer, right?"

"I saw it, Director Cui gave it to me."

She was silent for two seconds.

"County Chief, Xiao Chen was doing a great job, why was he suddenly transferred to the Information Technology Department?"

"Yesterday, County Chief Fang discussed it with me, and I agreed."

Su Wanqing was stunned for a moment, looking at He Ying with some confusion.

"County Magistrate Fang?"

He Ying hummed in agreement.

Having worked in the office for many years, Su Wanqing immediately understood the reason behind it.

But she's just a deputy director; there are some things she can't ask directly, and she certainly can't get involved...

But... He Ying trusted her a lot, making her her assistant deputy director and involving her in many important matters.

At this point, she needs to have a clear stance.

Choosing sides...