The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

Persuasion is so persuasion.

Secretly, Wu Yuan was glad that he was right to stay with Fifth Master to drink today.

People are getting old.

I'm not afraid that you are more serious about right and wrong, but I am afraid that you will go against him in trivial matters.

It seemed that Fifth Master Qiao was wrestling with him now, feeling that he had good intentions and fed the dog.

So Wu Yuan just followed what he said, and let him pour out all the awkwardness in his heart by the way, then drink enough wine, go back to sleep, and pass.

"Fifth Lord, there are fewer people, you should recruit workers. Let alone recruit thirty or fifty people, our company can afford it. Even if we can't, those masters who insist on going home will have no work when they come back. , can only stand aside and wait, isn't that what it should be?"

When it was over, Wu Yuan added another sentence: "Isn't that what they asked for?"

Fifth Master Qiao slapped his thigh, spitting stars flying around: "That's right, they asked for it!"

My mind is over.

Wu Yuan didn't dare to let Fifth Master Qiao drink properly, so he called Qiao Gangfeng and Ma Mingchao early and asked them to help him back.

Next, until Sunday, April 22.

There are more and more newspaper reports about the floods in the lower reaches of the Huaihe River.

frontal, sideways.

The province also quickly responded, the exemption should be exempted, and the donation should be donated.

Fu Qiu sent 100 yuan through the public donation account in the newspaper, which saved ten or eight yuan compared to buying vegetables, which was even more exciting.

At the same time, the trend of discussions on murals has gradually died down.

After all, instead of caring about those invisible and intangible things, it is better to care about the people affected by the disaster.

They are flesh and blood, real.

Zhou Tian was at home, Wu Yuan flipped through the newspapers, and then threw them aside.

Sure enough, being able to suppress a news hot spot will always be another news hot spot.

While my hometown has become a news hotspot, although my face is not good-looking, it has solved many practical difficulties.

County government compound.

County magistrate Xu stood in front of the window, smoking a cigarette, listening to Secretary Lin's report behind him.

"As of today, our county has received a total of more than 1.26 million yuan in donations, and the corresponding materials are worth more than 580,000 yuan."

The county magistrate Xu asked without looking back: "How are the statistics of losses in each township and village being implemented?"

"Eighty percent of the villages have already handed in."

"What about the loss of Well Village, especially Liyuan Village?"

"Among the many villages, their loss is not too big, and it can even be said to be small."

"Call back and let Liyuan Village count again."

"yes."

Half an hour later, Party Secretary Yang hung up the phone and cursed.

"Every day, you know the statistics of this and that, you should do something practical!"

Old Xu thought about it and asked: "Old branch secretary, is there any consideration from above?"

"What the hell are they thinking about! If my son-in-law didn't come up with this trick, they would still be ants on the hot pot now, unable to find their way."

Accountant Li's heart moved: "Why don't you call and ask Boss Wu?"

"Don't worry about big things, just ask Xiaoyuan. He has so many companies, how can he care about it?" Yang Zhishu subconsciously said protectively.

However, the old Xu Tou also echoed: "Call me and ask, what if there is any reason for this instruction in the county?"

Yang Zhishu was reluctant, but he was convinced in his heart.

Besides, it's Sunday, Wu Yuan shouldn't be that busy.

After smoking a cigarette to the bottom, he threw it outside the door, spat on the palm of his hand, picked up the phone, and called Wu Yuan's home in the faculty community.

But when the phone rang twice and no one answered, Party Secretary Yang planned to put it down.

In the next second, the phone was picked up.

Branch Secretary Yang tentatively asked, "Hello?"

Wu Yuan's voice came immediately: "Father, what's the matter at home?"

After all, the old man seldom calls to Shanghai because of the general situation.

So it's no wonder Wu Yuan thinks so.

"It's nothing serious," Yang Zhishu faltered, "I just have something I want to ask you, and you can give me your opinion."

"Father, tell me."

It's not a big deal, it's just a small thing.

Wu Yuan, who was originally Ge You lying on the sofa, has sat up straight now.

So Yang Zhishu said that the data reported on the loss was sent back by the county to redo.

When Wu Yuan heard this, he smiled easily and said, "Father, you guys really have to redo this list data. Not only redo it, but you have to do it more seriously!"

"Huh, but why..." As soon as the voice fell, Yang Zhishu himself realized, "No, wait, let me smooth it out!"

Wu Yuan didn't speak, and quietly waited for the old man to stroke himself.

Then Party Secretary Yang said in an impatient voice: "Then what, Xiaoyuan, I won't tell you for now, I'll let it go."

After hanging up the phone, Zhishu Yang patted his thigh.

Pointing at old Xu Tou and Accountant Li, he laughed and scolded himself together: "We three cobblers are not worth a Zhuge Liang."

This Zhuge Liang naturally refers to Wu Yuan who is far away in Shanghai

Old Xu got scolded when he was scolded, but he was curious, wondering what the old branch secretary understood.

"Lao Yang, if you think it through clearly, speak quickly! I'm really anxious..."

Yang Zhishu slowly picked up the cigarettes on the table, and said leisurely: "Before, I thought that all the donations were donated to the county, and our village was in a panic? Now the county has sent us money, and we How can you refuse this kindness?"

Old Xu suddenly said: "Old Yang, what do you mean, the county distributes donations according to the losses of each village?"

Yang Zhishu looked at the table and emphasized: "Is this a lice on the bald man's head? It's obvious?"

Old Xu Tou and Accountant Li suddenly realized, they shook their heads again and again and said, "Isn't it obvious? I'm old and old, my brain can't turn around, and I need Boss Wu to remind me!"

Yang Zhishu has already begun to think: "I think about it, the loss in the field is reported 20% more, and the fish pond in the village is reported as a total loss, and the house of the five-guarantee household and the yard of Mr. Song's house can be counted. Let's count them all in."

Accountant Li hesitated: "Old party secretary, is this too much?"

Yang Zhishu had already thought about it, "It's okay, ask for the price, and pay back the money. I believe the county magistrate Xu, it is impossible to give us a 100% report."

In the staff quarters, Wu Yuan hung up the phone, Yang Luoyan came over with a fruit plate and asked, "My father's phone number?"

Wu Yuan nodded, "The list of losses reported by Dad was sent back by the county, and he was jumping around in a hurry."

Yang Luoyan poked a piece of apple with a toothpick and said to Wu Yuan, "It's not clear, does the county give them a chance to ask for prices?"

"Yeah, it's obvious," Wu Yuan ate the apple with his mouth open, chewing and chewing: "I don't know why Dad and the others didn't see it."

"I think dad is used to doing whatever he wants because of your power!" Yang Luoyan blamed.