Rebirth at the end of the world: I report to the country!

Chapter 17 17

Chapter 17 17· “Dongguo’s hand-pushed cart.”

October 17, 2024, 22:02 in the evening - seventeen minutes have passed since Li Zhengming hung up the phone with his secretary.

Kezhen City, Baohua District, Lanqiao Garden.

"No, director? What time is it now? Aren't you kidding me?" Qian Guoqiang said to the other end of the phone in confusion outside the mahjong parlor.

Although the community director is Qian Guoqiang's superior, Qian Guoqiang has a good relationship with him on weekdays, so Qian Guoqiang talks to him more casually.

"Qian Guoqiang, this is not a joke! When I heard this order, I was as surprised as you. I even went to confirm the phone number, but the phone indeed showed "Street Office"!

This is a death order issued from level to level in the city! More serious than you think!

Qian Guoqiang, wake up all the staff in your charge immediately. Before 11 o'clock tomorrow morning, the inventory of materials in all medium and large supermarkets and warehouses in the community must be completed. Small self-employed businesses can be delayed slightly.

And estimate how long these supplies can support our community if there are no external supplies, and which supplies we have in excess and which supplies are in short supply!

The specific details can be found in the document sent to me. "

"Director, do you really understand what you are talking about?" Qian Guoqiang asked still in disbelief.

"Clear! I'm very clear! Qian Guoqiang, this is an enforced order! The community police and militia will all receive instructions later and come to assist you. Do you understand? I still have many things to do now. If you’re busy, let’s stop talking here.”

"Beep - beep -" the community director hung up the phone without any hesitation, leaving Qian Guoqiang looking at the night, still puzzled.

"How can you give an order like this?" Qian Guoqiang said through gritted teeth and raised his middle finger towards the night in front of him.

Then he turned around and returned to the mahjong parlor.

"Old Qian, is the phone call ready? Hurry up, hurry up." The three May friends immediately urged.

"Sorry, I can't play anymore. The community director just called me. I have work now, so I have to leave first." Qian Guoqiang picked up the coat on the back of his seat and left the mahjong parlor without looking back.

Despite the scolding, things still have to be done.

The three ma friends looked at each other. Qian Guoqiang won them more than a hundred yuan tonight, but now that the money has been confiscated, he just left?

What kind of work is this, so urgent?

In the night, Qian Guoqiang had a serious face and was walking quickly while operating his mobile phone.

He really didn't understand the order.

but--

The community director may joke, but the street office does not joke, and in Kezhen City, there are no jokes!

Then what Qian Guoqiang has to do now is to complete the task according to the instructions.

People from the East——

If you understand the task, you must perform it. If you don’t understand the task, you must perform it!

…

Twenty-two:13 in the evening.

"Old Qian, what's the matter? You're calling me so late. I have to go buy some goods tomorrow." Zhang Bin, who was watching TV on the sofa, answered the phone and asked with a smile.

"Are you at home?" Qian Guoqiang said concisely.

"Yes."

"I'm on the stairs. I'll be at your door in a minute. Open the door and get dressed. It's urgent!"

"Du-du--"

Zhang Bin's expression now is exactly the same as Qian Guoqiang's a few minutes ago.

Although he was puzzled, he immediately picked up the clothes on the hanger, stuck his head out of the window, and took a look at the supermarket in his community - there was no fire either?

"Tuk-tuk-tuk!" After only half a minute, there was a knock on the door.

"Come on, come on, wait until I put on my pants." Pulling up his pants, Zhang Bin went to the door with some difficulty and opened the door, and saw Qian Guoqiang with a serious face outside the door.

"Lao Zhang, bring the keys to your warehouse and supermarket. I need to count all your current inventory." Qian Guoqiang said urgently.

"ah?"

"Quick, Lao Zhang!" Qian Guoqiang looked at his watch and said anxiously, "I know you have a lot of doubts -"

"Actually, my doubts are no less than yours, but we have no time to waste now. Something big must have happened! Something big may happen to us in Kezhen City and even Dongguo!" Although Qian Guoqiang's voice was lowered, But extremely powerful.

Because he just discovered one thing through complaining and complaining with his friends - this situation seems to not only occur in Lanqiao Community, but not even in the entire Kezhen City!

"I, I, I know!" Zhang Bin's expression suddenly changed from doubt to shock. After a stuttering response, he immediately ran to the coffee table and picked up the key, almost falling down in the process.

"When was the last time the inventory was counted?" Qian Guoqiang asked as the two were approaching the warehouse.

"Three days ago, there was a record at the warehouse door, but in the past few days, goods have been purchased. Some have been arrived, and some are still on the way. If you want to confirm the specific figures, you have to check the supermarket system." Zhang Bin answered.

"Are all the data true? There's no fraud, right?" Qian Guoqiang asked.

"My son wrote it for me to see. If he dares to fake it, he will be a pimp, right?" Zhang Bin laughed and scolded, and then asked solemnly: "Old Qian, tell me everything, what happened?"

"I really don't know. The director just asked me to count the supplies, and also informed you that we will operate normally tomorrow, but large-scale shipments are prohibited, especially basic survival supplies - wholesale business to private individuals is not allowed.

Residents, it is best to limit purchases per person.

This situation won't last long. Judging from the gossip I got, the city and even the country will issue a formal notice soon, officially declaring that we are in a state of emergency. Qian Guoqiang said seriously, then looked at Zhang Bin and continued:

"But this may not be good news for you, because according to the emergency agreement, we may have to take over your supplies, Lao Zhang. You should be mentally prepared first. I hope you will cooperate when the time comes."

Zhang Bin fell silent and lowered his head.

Qian Guoqiang said apologetically: "Old Zhang, you don't have to worry too much. If we take over, after this incident passes, the city will definitely compensate you according to the market price, and we will not take over all the materials. We will definitely I will leave you a small amount but definitely enough material for you and your family to live on, which is what the agreement says."

Zhang Bin raised his head, but Qian Guoqiang was a little surprised to see that Zhang Bin's eyes were filled with excitement.

It shines especially brightly in the night.

"Old Qian, are we going to attack the island flower country? Kill those small committee members?"

"..."

"It's not like that, but it seems that we have encountered difficulties ourselves." Qian Guoqiang sighed. Based on his social circle, everyone inferred this.

Because preparation for war does not need to go to this extent.

"Old money."

"What's wrong."

"If this is the case, then you can use all the supplies." The excitement in Zhang Bin's eyes at this moment was dimmed, but it was covered with a new emotion - determination, "I don't need compensation or anything. "

"If the country is in trouble and I want to seek rewards, then who am I? A commission?" Zhang Bin's words became more powerful.

"Let's talk about compensation when Dongguo really has enough energy to spare."

At this moment, Zhang Bin recalled his grandfather.

When he was little, he loved to hold himself and read an old newspaper.

A well-preserved old newspaper.

January 12, 1949.

The newspaper said -

"Mr. No. 39 said: This battle can be won because the people of the East used small carts to push it out."

Then the old grandfather will proudly say to himself:

"Grandson, your grandfather also owns several of the cars mentioned here. His hands are sore after pushing them dozens or hundreds of times."

And now——

At this moment spanning more than eighty years.