Reborn Nobility

Chapter 24: Pot Replenishment Method

Director Qian also seems to be at a loss. Although many people have come to surrender, the complaint letter has been sent out. Even if after the investigation, there is nothing wrong with him and he can still sit in the position of the director of health, it will definitely leave a lot of trouble for his superiors.

To make a good impression, at least unite the team members, but this one was not achieved!

What's more, as long as Wang Junwei remains in the position of deputy director, the conflict has become public, and Wang Junwei has no scruples, I am afraid that the war between the two, either on the table or secretly, will be protracted and the director will never be able to sit down.

Stable.

At this time, Xia Xiaoluo came out holding a candy and said: "Dad, I just watched Li Zongwu talk about the 'pot repair method' in "Houhei Xue". I don't understand. Please explain it to me."

He was holding a copy of "Houheixue", which was one of Director Qian's bedside books.

Xia Jindong thought that he was bored in there, so he dug it out and watched it for fun. Now, when every second counts, he had no time to discuss this issue with him. He said, "You go ahead and I will explain it to you when I get home."

Very impatient.

Ever since Xia Xiaoluo ranked third in the county, Qian Shaoqun often showed off this fact to other bureau chiefs and township heads. At that time, performance appraisal was not scientific, there were no strict standards, and it all relied on the impression of the leader. No one could

It's hard to say that my political performance is better than others. On the contrary, if there is a student from some bureau who studies well, I can show off.

At this time, Director Qian saw Xia Xiaoluo's aggrieved look with his head lowered. He couldn't bear it and explained with a smile: "This 'pot repair method' is like this. If the cooking pot leaks, the owner invites a craftsman to repair the pot. The craftsman

When the owner was not paying attention, he gently tapped the pot with a hammer a few times. The cracks in the pot became even bigger. When he saw the owner, he said, "Look at the big cracks in your pot. It turns out that the cracks in your pot are so big."

The grease covered it up, but luckily I found it for you. Of course the owner was happy and thought that the craftsman had helped him..."

"Oh, this craftsman deliberately made the cracks on his pot bigger!" Xia Xiaoluo smiled slightly, as if he suddenly realized, "By the way, a few days ago I read "Zheng Bo's Paragraph" in "Guwen Guanzhi"

"Yu Yan" is somewhat similar to this."

Director Qian saw that he had begun to read such a difficult classic at such a young age, and he couldn't help but admire him. He thought to himself, "I read "Gu Wen Guan Zhi", but I had to be in my thirties to understand that this little kid has such perseverance.

Study this difficult and boring article.

He couldn't help but admired: "Nindong, your son is really awesome! And he knows how to draw inferences from one instance to other cases, which is much better than that nerd in Wang Junwei's family! Xiao Luo, it's like this, 'Uncle Zheng' is Duke Zheng Zhuang. He tolerates adultery and indulges his younger brother.

Gongshu Duan, also known as "Duan", his younger brother became more and more domineering under his arrogance and wanted to seize the throne. This caused the cracks in the pot to become too big and it was too broken to be used anymore. Only then did he start

'To mend the pot', so the scene of the elder brother 'defeating' the younger brother was staged!"

At this point, he and Xia Jindong were stunned for a moment, seeming to realize something. They looked at each other in tacit understanding, their eyes full of excitement.

Xia Xiaoluo still said innocently: "This craftsman is really smart, and Mr. Zheng is smart too!" It is said in "The Art of War" that if the name is not correct, the words will not be smooth, and if the words are not right, the things will not be accomplished.

Famous! Mr. Zheng did it, so he succeeded, thank you Uncle Qian, I understand!"

After saying that, he bowed obediently, slipped into the bedroom, and continued reading.

Director Qian tapped his fingers in the air a few times, and it took him a long time to speak with difficulty, "Nindong, your son... is amazing! Really amazing! Tell me, how the hell did you give birth to such a smart son?"

of!"

The two of them knew very well that they already had a solution. They wanted to make Wang Junwei's gathering of cadres and workers write letters of complaint unjust and unreasonable. They wanted to widen the cracks in their pot and then "make up for it."

pot".

Qian Shaoqun said: "Near East, please quickly find a photocopying agency and make dozens of copies of this complaint letter. Post ten copies in the bureau, ten copies on the street, the county committee, and the county government compound.

Shifen'er!... No, let your son do this. It's a child's job. It's inconspicuous and there won't be any accidents. If the authorities are really serious about it, they won't be able to find out."

Xia Jindong felt a deep chill and thought to himself, this is playing politics! In this way, Wang Junwei couldn't wash himself off even if he jumped into the Yellow River. The shit basin that he originally wanted to put on Qian Shaoqun's head fell on his own head.

Up.

What is this called? This is called a "big-character poster". Distributing materials in private. Doesn't this undermine stability and unity? This is an unorganized and undisciplined private activity. The bosses are most disgusted with this!

The reason why we don't make copies at work is because of the need for confidentiality. There is only one typing and copying room in the company, and the key is kept by the typist Xiao Zhang. If she wants to alert her, the more people know about it, the more dangerous it will be.

Copying and posting the complaint letter has become the core of the stormy political struggle in the Health Bureau. If this struggle is a typhoon, then I am in the eye of the typhoon.

There is no doubt that he, a small market inspection section chief, has entered Director Qian's core team and has become a true direct descendant.

However, he still didn't trust Xia Xiaoluo to do this, and hesitated: "Is it okay for Xia Xiaoluo, a fifteen-year-old kid, to do this? He can't do anything with his mouth."

"Hey, Jin Dong, I think your son is smarter than you and me! Are you still worried about him? I'd be more confident if he does it than if you do it." Qian Shaoqun took out two Yuxi and handed them to Xia Jindong.

branch.

Xia Jindong lit the lighter, leaned over to light it for him, and then lit his own cigarette.

"That's okay." Xia Jindong actually didn't want his son to be exposed to such a cruel political struggle prematurely. The age of fifteen was the golden age. It should have been an innocent, romantic and carefree life, but since Director Qian "pointed"

Yes, there is no way to refuse.

Xia Jindong called Xia Xiaoluo out, briefly explained the matter, and asked Xia Xiaoluo not to throw away this report material. These pieces of paper are of great importance. Xia Xiaoluo thought to himself, of course I understand.

Isn't it related to your old political future?

However, he still promised with a serious expression: "Don't worry, Uncle Qian, I won't lose it."

Xia Xiaoluo took the report letter, which was warmed by Director Qian's body temperature, and ran out of the County Health Bureau compound.

In the early 1990s, municipal construction was still very backward. There were only a few street lamps on the streets, as dim as will-o'-the-wisps. There were very few typing and copying rooms at that time. There was only one private typing and copying room in Luoshui County, which was located in the county seat.

East Street.

You must know that at that time, a 386 computer cost more than 30,000 yuan. It would take a professional pig farmer with a strong business sense to raise pigs for three years to buy one, while it would take an ordinary working class more than 20 years to buy one.

When Xia Xiaoluo arrived by bicycle, the rolling shutter door had been pulled down. He knocked on the door for a long time, but the shop owner Song Wenxu cursed several times inside and told him to come back tomorrow, but he would not open the door.

Even if he begged again and again, Song Xuewen would not agree and said: "It doesn't matter who you are, even the King of Heaven can't do it! If you have the guts, don't come to my place to make copies!"

You are so arrogant, but you can’t help it. Who allows others to have a monopoly?

Xia Xiaoluo was angry and anxious, thinking, what should I do if there is no place to make copies? It is urgent now. If I make copies tomorrow, the day lilies might be cold!

When I save enough 30,000 yuan, I will open a copy shop across from you and squeeze Song Wenxue to death!

At this time, he suddenly thought of Qu Xiaoyuan. This place is very close to the home of Zhuangyuan Red Winery. Xiaoyuan is a street gangster of this generation, known as "Zhendong Street", "Zhenchengdong", and "Zhenluoshui". According to him

That means, he can "town" all the way to Beijing.

I hope he can restrain the owner of the typing and copying room today.

Xia Xiaoluo quickly turned around and ran to the Zhuangyuan Red Winery. He often played at the Zhuangyuan Red Winery. The guard was very familiar with him and let him in without asking any questions.

When he arrived at the door of Qu Xiaoyuan's house, he knocked on the door for a long time, but no one opened the door. He kicked a few times, and then he remembered Qu Xiaoyuan's angry voice: "Who are you! You are looking for death, I am dreaming of eating doll ice cream!"

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There was a "clang" sound as the door was opened. Xiao Yuan was holding a steel bar in his hand, and he was so angry that he looked like he was going to give the visitor a good beating!

When he saw that the person was Xia Xiaoluo, he became exhausted and said, "Sir, it's so late, why are you here? Are you going to fight?"

Xia Xiaoluo said anxiously: "Fight your sister! Find a place quickly, it's urgent!"

When Xiao Yuan heard that it was an emergency, he was no longer angry and asked: "What's the matter? Do you want to fight?"

"I copied this thing, but Song Wenxue at the "Literature Copying Agency" on East Street won't copy it. You go over and say, don't you have a big face?"

"Why are you looking for him? It's so hard! Go to our winery office to make copies. My mother is the director of the copy room there." Xiao Yuan said with a yawn.

Xia Xiaoluo was overjoyed when he heard this, punched him and said: "Be energetic and hurry up."

Xiao Yuan said: "My parents are playing mahjong at Lao Li's house. I'm going to ask you for the key." He wore a vest and flip-flops, and waddled in front.

"Holy shit, what time is it now and you're still playing mahjong? Don't you have to go to work tomorrow?" Xia Xiaoluo asked.

"Are you working as a mahjong class? Anyway, I have money to make. This winery has half-stopped production, and no one is buying the wine. I play mahjong every day and I still make money." Xiao Yuan said nonchalantly.

The efficiency of state-owned enterprises is low. Xia Xiaoluo was deeply impressed by this when he was studying economic history in his previous life. The stubborn problem of the efficiency of state-owned enterprises has not been cured after many methods. Economists have prescribed various prescriptions, and local governments have

We and our operators have tried countless reform models and methods, starting with improving the relationship between government departments and enterprises. From decentralization reform to the contracting system, and finally to the property rights reform, we have never been able to truly solve this problem.

Now look at this employee playing mahjong all night long and still getting paid even if he doesn’t go to work. It’s strange that his efficiency is so high.