Resource Tycoon Reborn

Chapter 11 Meeting Zhou Yuanchao () for the first time

Haizhuang Town is just an ordinary town under the jurisdiction of Pingchuan County, with a total population of only more than 100,000. This is because the Qinxi Calendering Equipment Factory moved here from the Northeast. If the per capita income of the town is excluded,

The part of the Qinxi Calendering Equipment Factory is just downstream in Pingchuan County. The entire Haizhuang Town has two streets, the front and back streets, and the back street was the main street of Haizhuang Town before the Qinxi Calendering Equipment Factory moved there. Haizhuang Town

The post office is located on this back street. A foyer of only a dozen square meters and three poor working windows form the front of the post office.

Although the scorching heat in July has not become unbearable due to global warming as it did in later generations, it is really difficult to dispel the heat in the room without air conditioning, relying only on a simple fan. Sit

After a while in the office, Zhou Yuanchao was sweating profusely, feeling tired, and his mind was even more drowsy. He could only put down the book in his hand and walked slowly to the foyer of the post office. Except for the window, he was also drowsy.

Among the staff, there was no one in the hall. Zhou Yuanchao sighed secretly. Haizhuang Town was not a big industrial town originally, and its industrial foundation was very weak. Although later there were Qinxi Calendering Equipment Factory, which was famous in the country.

Large factories that can be ranked can move in, but the town government has no jurisdiction at all. Mail exchanges between the Qinxi Calendering Equipment Factory and its workers and the outside world are largely handled directly by the Pingchuan County Post Office, leaving it to the sea.

The Zhuang Post Office is nothing more than leftovers. The meager income of farmers and the relatively secluded environment determine that the annual work performance of the Haizhuang Post Office is really limited. Zhou Yuanchao wanted to do something in a place like this.

It is really difficult to get the results.

Zhou Yuanchao, from this unique name and color, we can see the approximate year of his birth. In that era, names full of political colors such as Aiding Korea, Aiding Vietnam, Supporting the Army, and Yuejin could be seen everywhere.

He is twenty-nine years old and is from Pingchuan County. He is one of the few people in the Pingchuan County Post Office with a high school diploma. In early 1983, he came from Pingchuan to the Haizhuang Town Post Office as the deputy director for a year of training.

A young man who actively pursues progress naturally wants to make some achievements during his temporary job and add some luster to his resume. When he first arrived at Haizhuang, Zhou Yuanchao was gearing up, but now half a year has passed.

The sparse business made all Zhou Yuanchao's plans a waste. After repeated setbacks, he no longer had the spirit he had at that time. Now he only hopes that he can spend the remaining six months safely and return to Pingchuan County.

inside.

Standing at the door, Zhou Yuanchao looked at the pedestrians on the street boredly. It was summer and it was afternoon, and the bright sunlight shone on the empty streets with few people, emitting a depressing heat wave. He suddenly noticed that from

Two people walked over from the east side of the street. A boy who looked to be only six or seven years old pulled a young man who looked to be only twenty years old and walked over muttering.

"Xiao Yuan'er, what are you going to do? It's such a hot day. If you have to come here today, you can't wait for two days and find a time when it's not so hot. Besides, what are you doing at the post office? Is it possible for you?

Want to collect stamps too?" The young man's voice came faintly, immediately attracting the attention of Zhou Yuanchao, who was extremely bored.

"I will come today. If you are not happy, uncle, then I will go by myself!" Fang Mingyuan's attitude was extremely firm and could not be refused at all. He remembered the first wave of monkey ticket prices, and it seemed that just a few years later, he

It will be too late if we collect the monkey tickets when the time comes, and we can still continue to be sloppy.

"You're going to do it yourself? That's easy to say!" Fang Bin muttered softly. If he goes back now and lets the old man know that he left Xiao Yuan'er alone in the back street of the town, he will definitely scold himself.

Head shower.

The two people who didn't pay attention to Zhou Yuanchao walked into the post office. Fang Mingyuan ran to the window in three steps and two steps at a time, shouting loudly: "Auntie, I want to buy stamps!" This sweet-mouthed, cute-looking child was like a child.

They are all easy to be favored, and Fang Mingyuan is no exception. The staff at the postal office, who were always bored and idle, immediately fell in love with him. One of them, a middle-aged woman in her forties, poked her head out of the counter.

Tou Lai smiled and said: "How many stamps do you want to buy?"

Fang Bin picked up Fang Mingyuan. He was too short and Fang Mingyuan couldn't reach the counter. "I want to buy a monkey ticket. Auntie, do you have any here?"

"Monkey stamps?" The middle-aged woman was slightly startled, but did not answer. Most of the people who bought stamps at the post office did so to send letters, and few people would specify which stamps they wanted to buy.

Then someone at the counter smiled and said: "Sister Dong, he is talking about the zodiac stamps that were issued two years ago. I remember we still have some, they seem to be in the library."

Fang Mingyuan was immediately overjoyed, oh my mother, it seems that God is taking better care of me, and he quickly asked: "Are there any Sifanglian and full-page monkey tickets?" At this time, the people in the post office were even more surprised.

The child spoke quite professionally, and he also knew about the Sifanglian and the full page. Zhou Yuanchao couldn't help but become a little more interested, and said with a smile: "Kid, we have the Sifanglian and the full page of monkey tickets. Are you going to ask for it?"

How much?"

Fang Mingyuan and Fang Bin turned around and looked at Zhou Yuanchao. Someone next to them smiled and said, "This is our Deputy Director Zhou."

Fang Mingyuan's eyes immediately lit up. He's a good deputy director. Only with authority can he do things better. "Uncle Zhou, how many do you have here?"

The more Zhou Yuanchao looks at Fang Mingyuan, the more he likes him. He also has a six-year-old son, but he is following his wife in the county town and does not come to Haizhuang with him. Every week he rushes back to the county town to spend the weekend with his family. This love house is like a bird.

, for little boys of the same age, he naturally felt a little more close to him. He touched Fang Mingyuan's head, smiled and said to Fang Bin: "This is your nephew? How old is he? Has he gone to school? This kid looks really good.

cute."

"Don't touch other people's heads. Children also have dignity!" Fang Mingyuan dodged Zhou Yuanchao's hand in Fang Bin's arms and said with a look of dissatisfaction, "Uncle is such a big man, he doesn't know about men's heads and women's.

Don't touch your waist!" There was silence in the post office, and then burst into laughter.

"Why does this child talk like a grown-up? Listen! Children also have dignity. How can this be said by a child of his age?" Sister Dong smiled so hard that her face almost blossomed. In the room

Others also agreed.

Zhou Yuanchao wasn't angry at all. What's more, his own children would say two words that made him laugh or cry from time to time, so he was used to it. However, his own son's words were nothing.

Questionable children's words will only make people laugh or cry. But what the child in front of me said made sense, which was refreshing.

"Haha, Director Zhou, don't worry, my nephew will often say something that makes my brother laugh or cry." Fang Bin said, suppressing a smile.

"It's okay, it's okay, kid." Zhou Yuanchao smiled and waved his hand, "I also have a six-year-old son, and sometimes he will say some things that surprise me. I'm used to it. Are you planning to buy a monkey?

How much do you plan to pay for the tickets?"

"I want to buy something worth at least thirty yuan!" Fang Mingyuan said loudly, and the post office fell silent again.