The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

  Chapter 422 Three Stooges, Can't Worth Zhuge Liang

   Persuasion is such persuasion.

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

   People are getting old.

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

   It seems that Fifth Master Qiao is wrestling with himself now, feeling that he has good intentions and feeds the dog.

  So Wu Yuan just followed his words, let him pour out all the awkwardness in his heart by the way, then drank enough wine, went back to sleep, and passed.

"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?"

   Finished, 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 Qiao Wuye 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.

  Front, side.

  The province also responded quickly, it should be exempted from taxation, and it should be donated.

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

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

   After all, instead of caring about things that cannot be seen or touched, 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 searched 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 became a news hotspot, although my face was not good-looking, it 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, the total amount of donations received by our county is more than 1.26 million yuan, and the value of corresponding materials is more than 580,000 yuan."

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

   "There are already 80% of the villages, and they have been handed in."

   "What about the loss of Well Township, 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 ask Liyuan Village to re-count."

"yes."

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

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

  Old Xu pondered and asked: "Old party secretary, do you have any considerations from above?"

   "What the **** are they thinking about! If my son-in-law didn't come up with this trick, they are still ants on the hot pot now, and they can't find the north."

   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 take care of it?" Yang Zhishu subconsciously defended the calf.

  However, the old head Xu also echoed: "Call me and ask, what if the instructions in the county are correct?"

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

  Besides, today is Sunday, Wu Yuan should not be that busy.

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

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

  As a result, the phone was picked up in the next second.

   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.

  So it's no wonder Wu Yuan thinks so.

   "No big deal," Yang Zhishu faltered, "I just have something I want to ask you, and you can give me your opinion."

   "Father, tell me."

   If it’s not a big deal, then it’s a trivial matter.

  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.

  Wu Yuan smiled easily when he heard it: "Father, you really have to redo this list data. Not only redo it, but also make it more serious!"

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

  Hung up the phone, Yang Zhishu slapped his thigh.

  Pointing at old Xutou and Accountant Li, they laughed and cursed together with themselves: "We three cobblers are not worth a Zhuge Liang."

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

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

   "Old Yang, if you think it over 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 Xutou and Accountant Li suddenly realized, and shook their heads again and again: "Isn't it obvious? I am old and old, and my brain can't turn around. I need Boss Wu to remind me!"

Yang Zhishu has already begun to think: "I'm thinking about it, the loss in the field is reported 20% more, and the fish ponds in the village are 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 and said, "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 on the ground. I believe the county magistrate Xu, it is impossible to give us a 100% report."

  Faculty community, Wu Yuan hung up the phone, Yang Luoyan came over with a fruit plate and said, "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 an apple with a toothpick and gave it 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 relying on your power and is used to doing whatever he wants!" Yang Luoyan blamed.

  (end of this chapter)