When you are rich, there is Rheinmetall; when you are poor, there is Rheinsteel!

On the muddy road.

Looking at the fading scenery outside the window, Lin Yu suddenly asked:

"Speaking of the past few years, how is your relationship with the surrounding areas?"

Hearing this, Luo Ping, who was driving, suddenly became sharp, looking straight ahead, as if there was an extremely dangerous checkpoint in front of him, waiting for him to rush.

And Qian Jianguo, sandwiched between the two, took out a cigarette tremblingly and wanted to light one, but he couldn't put it into his mouth after lighting it several times.

Noticing the movements of the two, Lin Yu sighed lightly, turned his head, leaned against the car window, and continued to enjoy the snow scene outside the window.

Slowly, the scenery outside the window changed from pure snow scene to sparse houses.

These houses are not high, only two or three stories high, and are generally built with red bricks.

On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, it happened to be the Great Cold of the twenty-four solar terms. The doors of these houses were full of people, preparing goods for the New Year.

Soon, the truck drove into the city and blocked the gate of the power supply bureau.

At the gate of the power supply bureau, the old man who walked tremblingly was leaning on a cane, blocking the truck.

He jumped up and down: "Our director has ordered that you from the 567 base must not go in."

"If you want to go in, you have to step over my body."

In the cab, Lin Yu rolled his eyes, took out a box from the back seat of the cab, and shook it at the old man:

"Uncle, what is this?"

The old man lying on the ground immediately sat up, staring at the box, especially the seal on the box.

After staring at it for a while, he confirmed that it was exactly the same as the seal he often saw in the bureau. He immediately jumped up from the ground, patted the snow on his butt, moved his body away, and gently patted his face with his hands.

He said with a smile: "Oh, it's my old man's eyes that are blurry. I saw it wrong."

As he spoke, he opened the lock on the iron door and pushed the door open.

When the truck started again and drove into the yard, the old man shouted at the top of his voice: "People from the 567 base are here to deliver money."

His shout directly called out the people in the power supply bureau compound.

People from the power supply bureau leaned out of the window one by one, curiously looking at the truck that drove in.

It was indeed the truck from the 567 base.

That's right!

The sun is rising from the west?

In the office of the director of the power supply bureau, Liu Jun heard the movement outside and also leaned out of curiosity.

Seeing the familiar license plate number on the truck, his hair stood up.

Just as he was about to find a subordinate to go out and prevaricate, he saw a young man getting out of the car, and then the young man raised the box in his hand high.

Liu Jun saw it clearly.

That box.

It was a special money box for the Agricultural Bank.

One million each.

Fuck, are these poor guys really rich?

He immediately retracted his head from the window and began to sort out the documents on the table.

At the same time, he said to the clerk in the outer office:

"Xiao He, go and boil some water. Didn't you see the distinguished guest coming?"

"Tea... take the normal ones."

Not long after he finished giving the order, he heard footsteps in the corridor. Along with the footsteps, Lin Yu and others appeared at the door of his office.

Qian Jianguo knocked on the door first, then poked his head into the office and shouted with a smile:

"Director Liu, didn't you go out today?"

"I heard the magpie calling so early in the morning. I knew that a distinguished guest was coming, so I didn't dare to go out."

The two asked and answered each other, and Liu Jun also stood up from behind his desk and invited the three to sit down.

But his eyes were always fixed on the money box in Lin Yu's hand.

Seeing his expression, Qian Jianguo coughed lightly and said:

"It's almost the New Year, so we got some funds from above."

"We just got it yesterday, so we came here today to give the money to Director Liu."

"Of course, there is another thing, which is to bring our new factory director, Lin Yu, here to get acquainted with the way."

At this time, Liu Jun's subordinates brought tea, and he was busy pouring tea for the three people.

After listening to Qian Jianguo's words, he was stunned for a moment.

Then he cast his eyes on Lin Yu in the middle.

After staring at him for a while, he asked thoughtfully, "The top scorer in science in 1996?"

"No. Aren't you going to graduate school in a few months?"

"The city is already discussing whether to use connections to get you back."

"Why did you come back to take over the mess of 567?"

After speaking his mind, Liu Jun saw Qian Jianguo's face was dark. He waved his hands and explained, "Old Qian, I'm not talking about you."

"Your 567 base is not good...not right."

Seeing Qian Jianguo's face getting darker and darker, Liu Jun simply stopped explaining and slapped his thigh:

"You are delaying his future. He is a graduate student of Shengmajiagou Vocational and Technical College and the principal's last disciple."

"Whether it is politics or research, it is better than coming back to take over 567 base."

Snap.

Qian Jianguo slapped his thigh and interrupted Liu Jun's words: "His future will not be delayed."

"Really?" Liu Jun asked in disbelief.

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Lin Yu put the box on the floor onto the table, scratched the seal with his fingernails, and opened the box.

The banknotes inside were slightly purple, wrapped in a seal, and lay neatly in the box.

Seeing Qian, Liu Jun immediately gave up the idea of ​​quarreling with Qian Jianguo and gave Lin Yu a thumbs up:

"As expected, our top students are still very efficient in their work."

"Old Qian, you have to study hard."

After insulting Qian Jianguo again, Liu Jun shouted to the office outside: "Xiao He, go get the accounts of the 567 base. Someone sent money."

"It's not like a young man at all."

In less than two minutes, the accounts were delivered to Liu Jun.

He checked it for a while, then changed his hands and put all the accounts in front of Lin Yu.

"You are using electricity for industry. Well, the price is 35 cents per kilowatt hour."

"Then you are nine months behind on your electricity bills."

"In the past nine months, you have used almost 1.1 million kilowatt-hours of electricity, an average of about 120,000 kilowatt-hours a month."

"The total cost is a little over 400,000. The list is here. It has the degree and amount on it. Take a look."

Putting the list in front of Lin Yu, Liu Jun glanced at the money box, and then added:

"To be honest, it's hard for me to understand. You use 120,000 kilowatt-hours of electricity every month. How come you can't even pay the electricity bill?"

Lin Yu took the nine electricity bills on the table and took a look at them. Then he took out his notebook and wrote down the data.

Then, take the money out of the box.

One stack after another.

He took out a stack, and the smile on Liu Jun's face increased.

However, when he got the 20th stack, Lin Yu stopped.

Close the cash box.

His movement confused several others, especially Liu Jun.

The director of the Power Supply Bureau first transferred the 200,000 yuan on the table to himself, and then asked: "Where is the remaining 200,000 yuan?"

Then, he saw Lin Yu starting to clasp his fingers: "Uncle Liu, I only have 1 million in total here. I'm going to clear other people's accounts as well."

"After all, it's the Chinese New Year."

"So, I can only give you 200,000 first."

"After the New Year, Base 567 is in operation and money is coming in."

"I can give you the rest of the money, what do you think?"