Rebirth in 88 starts as a carpenter

This is what I advise.

Secretly, Wu Yuan was glad that he made the right decision to let Mr. Wu drink today.

People are getting older.

I'm not afraid that you will be more truthful about big things, but I'm afraid that you will confront him about trivial matters.

For example, now Fifth Master Qiao is trying to fight with him, feeling that he has a good intention and feeds the dog.

So Wu Yuan just followed what he said and asked him to get rid of all the awkwardness in his heart. Then he drank enough wine, went back to sleep, and then passed.

"Fifth Master, we are short of manpower. You should recruit workers. Let alone thirty or fifty people. Our company can afford it. Even if it cannot, those masters who insist on going home will have no work to do when they come back.

, I can only stand aside and wait, isn’t that what we should do?”

After that, Wu Yuan added another sentence: "Didn't they ask for it?"

Mr. Qiao slapped his thigh, spittle flew everywhere: "Yes, they asked for it!"

The worries are over.

Wu Yuan did not dare to let Mr. Qiao drink enough. He called Qiao Gangfeng and Ma Mingchao early and asked them to help him back.

Next, until Sunday, April 22nd.

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

Frontal, sideways.

The province also responded quickly, exempting and waiving taxes where necessary, and making donations where necessary.

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

At the same time, the discussion about murals 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 and real.

At home on Sunday, Wu Yuan flipped through the newspaper and then threw it aside.

Sure enough, if you can suppress one news hot spot, it will always become another news hot spot.

While my hometown has become a hot topic in the news, although it may not look good on my face, it has solved many practical difficulties.

County government compound.

County Magistrate Xu stood in front of the window, smoking a cigarette and 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 supplies are worth more than 580,000 yuan."

County Magistrate Xu asked without looking back: "How is the implementation of the statistics of losses in each township and village?"

"Eighty percent of the villages have been handed over."

"What about the losses in Yiujing Township, especially Liyuan Village?"

"Among the many villages, their losses are not big, or even 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 just know how to count this and that. You should do something practical!"

Old Xu Tou thought about it and asked: "Old party secretary, will the superiors have any considerations?"

"What a waste of time they thought! If my son-in-law hadn't come up with this idea, they would still be ants on the hot pot, unable to find anything."

Accountant Li thought: "Why don't you call and ask Boss Wu?"

"Don't ask Xiaoyuan for any big questions. How can he take care of so many companies under his control?" Party Secretary Yang subconsciously said protectively.

However, Lao Xutou also echoed: "Call me and ask if there is any reason for the county's instructions?"

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

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

He smoked a cigarette to the end, threw it outside the door, spat into the palm of his hand, then picked up the phone and called Wu Yuan's home in the staff community.

But when the phone rang twice and no one answered, Party Secretary Yang decided to give up.

As a result, the next second, someone picked up the phone.

Party Secretary Yang asked tentatively: "Hello?"

Wu Yuan's voice came immediately: "Dad, what's going on at home?"

After all, under normal circumstances, my father-in-law rarely calls to Shanghai.

So it's no wonder Wu Yuan thinks this way.

"It's nothing serious," Yang Zhishu hesitated, "I just have something that I want to ask you for your opinion on."

"Dad, tell me."

If it's no big deal, then it's just a small matter.

Wu Yuan, who was originally lying on the sofa with Ge You, was sitting upright now.

So Party Secretary Yang told the story that the data reported on the losses had been taken back by the county and had to be redone.

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

"Hey, why..." As soon as he finished speaking, Party Secretary Yang reacted, "No, wait, let me figure it out!"

Wu Yuan didn't say anything, quietly waiting for his father-in-law to figure it out on his own.

Then Party Secretary Yang said in an impatient voice: "What about that, Xiaoyuan, I won't tell you anymore, I'm giving up."

After hanging up the phone, Party Secretary Yang slapped his thigh.

Pointing at Lao Xutou and Accountant Li, he laughed and cursed: "We three cobblers are not as good as Zhuge Liang."

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

Old Xu Tou was scolded, but he was curious and curious about what the old party secretary understood.

"Lao Yang, if you think about it clearly, hurry up and say it! I'm really anxious..."

Party Secretary Yang slowly touched the cigarettes on the table and said leisurely: "Earlier, didn't I think that all the donations were donated to the county, and our village would suffer a huge loss? Now the county has sent us money, and we

How can you refuse such good intentions?"

Old Xutou suddenly said: "Old Yang, do you mean that the county will allocate charity funds according to the losses in each village?"

Party Secretary Yang looked at the table and emphasized: "Is this an obvious thing about lice on the bald man's head?"

Old Xu Tou and Accountant Li suddenly realized it, and they shook their heads and said: "Isn't it obvious? I'm too old to be able to change my mind. I need Boss Wu to give me some advice!"

However, Party Secretary Yang had already begun to think: "I'm thinking about it. The damage in the fields is overstated by 20%, and the fish ponds in the village are all reported as total losses. In addition, the houses of the five-guarantee households and the yard of Teacher Song's house can be counted.

Let’s all count them in.”

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

However, Party Secretary Yang had already thought about it, "It doesn't matter. I'm asking for a high price, but I'll pay you back. I believe County Magistrate Xu won't be able to give us 100% repayment."

In the faculty and staff community, Wu Yuan hung up the phone, and Yang Luoyan brought a fruit plate over and said, "My father's phone number?"

Wu Yuan nodded, "The list of losses reported by dad was returned by the county, and he is jumping around in a hurry."

Yang Luoyan poked a piece of apple with a toothpick and said to Wu Yuan: "It's unclear. Does the county give them the opportunity to ask for high prices?"

"Yes, it's obvious," Wu Yuan opened his mouth and ate the apple, chewing on the old saying: "I don't know why dad and the others didn't notice it."

"I think dad is relying on your power and is used to doing whatever he wants!" Yang Luoyan scolded.