"Director, you say... you say... you want me to become a clerk?" Zheng Dawei stammered as he asked.
The director nodded and replied, "Yes, go be a clerk."
Zheng Dawei knew that he hadn't misheard this time, and he really panicked now. He quickly said, "Director, what mistake have I made?"
The director sighed and said, "Old Zheng, you have indeed done a good job as an office director in the past few years, and I'm quite satisfied. I was actually going to promote you. But this time, it was the higher-ups who specifically targeted you. There's nothing I can do."
"What? The higher-ups targeted me? Why?" Zheng Dawei shouted, how could this be possible? He was just a sub-bureau's office director, and every time someone from higher up visited, he received them wholeheartedly, afraid of the slightest dissatisfaction. Moreover, each time the guests were very satisfied. He certainly shouldn't have offended anyone higher up.
