Travel through 70 and take brothers and sisters to the countryside together

Director Sang was extremely aggrieved. If it weren't for his cousin's hint, he would have really wanted to use some means against these two educated youths. As if he knew what he was thinking, Ding Yanyu smiled coldly, and then whispered. "You are not convinced? You want to take revenge on us? You are not qualified! We can all cause trouble in the capital, but you are the one who doesn't deserve it?"

Director Sang looked up and saw the sneer on Ding Yanyu's lips. He was startled, and cold sweat broke out down his back. Thinking of his cousin's hint, he became upset. The money would not come out of his pocket, so why should he offend someone he couldn't afford to offend.

"Do you really blame me? What did I say? What did I do wrong? Did you allow me to speak when you came in?"

Wen Lei had already seen from Director Sang's expression what he wanted to do. She didn't want to beep blindly with this man, so she turned around and walked out of the office. When she reached the door, she turned around and said coldly. "Have our work points been calculated for today? If not, let's see if there is anything in their warehouse that can be used as work points. Each person can take a little bit to recover some losses."

After Accountant Sang finished signing another clerk's order, Wen Lei happened to see him coming out of the office next door. Wen Lei reached out and took Accountant Sang's order over. Yan Wei's order turned out to be for two trucks of fertilizers. Team leader Yang also took a look and felt secretly proud.

Wen Lei's cold voice stunned him. "You, Yan Wei, have at least five trucks of fertilizer!"

Yan Wei looked at Wen Lei in disbelief. He was about to say why, when Wen Lei's cold voice sounded again, "Li Weiliang still has a mission next year, but you don't? Tomorrow morning, five trucks of fertilizer will not arrive at the brigade headquarters, you must go base fertilizer!"

Team leader Yang was so anxious that he was sweating on his forehead. Accountant Sang felt that Wen Lei was a little ignorant. Five trucks of fertilizer could not be obtained. The brigade could not even get one truck of fertilizer. How could an individual get five trucks of fertilizer?

Wen Lei didn't care what everyone thought. A small secretary of the Revolutionary Committee in a small town wore leather shoes, rode a brand-new bicycle, and wore a Hai brand watch. In this era, that is not something you can do if you have money. Yan Wei is definitely better off than Liu Weiliang in Cangliang County.

Yan Wei did not disappoint Wen Lei and nodded with difficulty. "Okay, can everything be written off with five cartloads of fertilizer?"

Wen Lei sneered, this guy really knows how to think, I will let you know how to write it off tonight. Wen Lei's sneer not only made Yan Wei's scalp numb, but also made Liu Weiliang's heart tighten. "Don't talk nonsense to me! Now take us to your warehouse. So many people can't work in vain today. There is no work point for a day, and everyone in the family is waiting with their mouths open? Because you are delaying everyone's work, we must get the subsidy."

Yan Wei turned his head and glanced at Director Sang in the room. Director Sang waved his hand to him, indicating that these people should get out quickly. If they continue to stay at the Revolutionary Committee, they won't be able to go out tomorrow.

Yan Wei and Liu Weiliang took the lead to the Revolutionary Committee warehouse, and Ding Yanyu gave the bill signed by Director Sang directly to Accountant Sang. "Accountant Sang, go get your medical expenses!" After saying that, Sayazi went after Wen Lei and the others.

Accountant Sang's eyes darkened. In fact, he also wanted to follow him to the warehouse! Who doesn’t know that the warehouses are full of good things? The things that were looted from homes and not smashed are all in the warehouse.

How could Director Sang not see his cousin's little thoughts? He originally wanted to have a chat with him about what kind of stumbling block Zhao Qingshan wanted to cause for him. He also wanted to ask him about the backgrounds of Wen Lei and Ding Yanyu, but now he has no idea. In the mood.

Accountant Sang handed the receipt to a person he knew, Xiao Hong, "You can get it for me. I have something to say with your director."

Director Sang waved to Xiao Hong, who took the receipt and helped Accountant Sang collect the money. Accountant Sang closed the office door.

They didn't pay much attention when they saw the two old men half-dead on the sofa.

"What's going on today? Why don't you ask someone to come over and tell you first!" Director Sang glared at Accountant Sang angrily.

"Do I have that time? Not to mention this, I came here today just to tell you, please don't let your people go to the village to make trouble. You should know that there are still many people staying. If you let your people make trouble again , you didn’t know how you died one day? How many people owe them kindness, as long as someone gives you a hint, someone will definitely throw you into the deep mountains and forests in the middle of the night, without even collecting the body, and there will be no bones left. "

Director Sang saw that Accountant Sang looked ugly, and his expression became serious. "Wherever I have arranged for people to go there, it was the idea of ​​those young people who don't know the heights of the sky. I have tried very hard to help stop them. Zhao Qingshan doesn't think it was me who asked those people to go, right? Even if I don't Ji En, am I still looking for death? Don’t worry! I will help stop their affairs, and making trouble is definitely not my order from here. Let me ask you, what happened today? "

"What else could happen? Two educated youths with some background like to be in the limelight. Zhao Qingshan just uses them to give you a warning!"

"What's the background? You've been hinting me not to get angry. Today, my dignity has been completely thrown to the ground." Director Sang stared at Accountant Sang, a hint of anger flashed through his eyes.

Accountant Sang glanced at him, glanced at Liu Hongliang who was half lying on the sofa, and said softly. "Ding Zhiqing is from Beijing and lives in the military compound."

When Director Sang heard what Accountant Sang said, his expression became solemn and his frown deepened. "What is the background of the other female educated youth?"

"You can't afford to offend an educated youth! He can kill a wild boar with one fist. He also grew up in a courtyard in Beijing. His father, the director of the Su City weaving factory, may have other connections in the family."

"What else does it have to do with it? I thought she had such a strong background? A factory director can't even arrange a job for his own daughter and wants to go to the countryside to become an educated youth. What kind of background can he have?" Director Sang snorted and frowned. His brows also relaxed, and the anger flashed through his eyes.

Accountant Sang shook his head and looked at Director Sang worriedly. His voice suddenly became very low. He leaned into Director Sang's ear and said, "Before the educated youth arrived at the brigade headquarters, the commune received a call from a big shot in Beijing, hinting that I have to take care of my junior, I always thought it was Ding Zhiqing, but in the past few days I found out that it is actually Wen Zhiqing."

Director Sang suddenly raised his head and looked at Accountant Sang thoughtfully, and then asked softly. "Are you sure?"

Accountant Sang nodded and continued to talk to Director Sang. "Mayor Huang specifically told me at that time. I have carefully observed these group of educated youths who went to the countryside. Several of them have very simple backgrounds. The educated youths have only been in the countryside for less than a month, and several packages have been sent from the capital city. Yes. I went to the post office a few days ago and saw several packages, all of which were sent from Beijing. She probably hasn’t gone to pick them up yet. Didn’t her parents send so many things? "