With a Door In Mind

Chapter eight hundred and thirtieth, the wicked have their own grind

Feixi County is closer to the county seat of Zhou Xiaochuan's family.

The car stopped at the station in the county seat in less than three hours.

After getting out of the car, Liu Wei asked Zhou Xiaochuan, "Captain, what should I do? Should I go directly to the County Supply and Marketing Cooperative?"

Zhou Xiaochuan shook his head, "The County Supply and Marketing Cooperative is under the management of the County GW Association, we need to find them first. First go find out where the GW Association is!"

The others nodded upon hearing this.

Then I inquired about the location with the people at the station.

Fortunately, not far, only about a kilometer.

Several people walked towards the destination.

When he came to the door, Zhou Xiaochuan said seriously to several people: "Don't talk nonsense when you go in for a while. We can only investigate, and what to do in the end will be handled by their XGW Association."

If you get used to being in the provincial capital, you might feel a little arrogant.

Don't underestimate the county seat.

Many counties now are almost as big as cities in a few decades.

Many cities in later generations were upgraded from counties.

The center of the county seat is relatively small, but its jurisdiction is quite large. There are more than a dozen communes in a small county, and one or two hundred production teams, with a total of more than 100,000 people.

There are more people in big counties. There are hundreds of thousands of people.

A perfect little kingdom.

Several people nodded upon hearing this.

Although my group is called the Supply and Marketing Cooperative, it is just a unit after all, not an administrative department like GW.

The other party will not be afraid of them.

My own group only has the power of supervision and inspection.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaochuan led people in.

"What are you doing?"

When they came to the door, they were stopped by the security department at the door.

The other party was a young man in his twenties,

Wearing a beige military overcoat, he was still carrying a guy in his hand.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaochuan handed him the information, "Hello, comrade, we are people from the Supply and Marketing Headquarters, here to picket!"

The other party took the things, looked here and there, apparently illiterate, and then looked at the red armbands on their arms.

Then he smiled and nodded, "So it's a comrade from the city! All right, you go in!"

After finishing speaking, he returned the things to Zhou Xiaochuan.

Zhou Xiaochuan took the things, thought for a while, and asked him: "Comrade, who is the director in charge of the supply and marketing cooperative?"

"Oh, it seems to be Deputy Director Yang, you can find out by asking."

"Thank you!"

Hearing this, Zhou Xiaochuan thanked him, and led a few people inside.

This is a back-shaped red brick compound.

There are many bright red quotations and slogans painted on the wall.

There was an old car parked inside, the paint on it was almost gone.

Small but complete.

There are many houses inside, and there are also many people.

Several people came to the office first, asked about it, and were told to go to the general department, and then told to go to the next department.

After going around, several people found the deputy director of the planning committee office, deputy director Feng.

This is the leader in charge of all the supply and marketing cooperatives and the economy in the county.

Even Deputy Director Yang of the so-called GW meeting didn't see it.

The other party was about forty years old, with such folds on his face, and wearing an army green padded jacket.

Hearing the intentions of Zhou Xiaochuan and the others, he shook hands with Zhou Xiaochuan, "Welcome comrades from the picket team, I am Feng Xuecheng."

Zhou Xiaochuan shook hands with the other party, and then said with a smile: "Director Feng, I was instructed by my superiors to come here today, and come to picket! I have brought you trouble."

Feng Xuecheng smiled and nodded him with his hand, and then said with a smile: "Hey, this little comrade's thoughts are wrong, everyone is for GM! If there is any trouble, don't trouble it! Do you think so?"

The last sentence was said with a smile to Zhao Dapeng and the others.

Obviously to ease the atmosphere.

Zhao Dapeng and the others smiled.

Zhou Xiaochuan smiled calmly when he heard the words: "Director Feng is right. It's all for the GM! Now we are ready to start work. Director Chen, what do you think about the next arrangement?"

"Hey! Don't worry! Come here early in the morning, comrades have worked hard. Have a cup of tea and rest for a while, and then talk about your plans after a short rest. We will definitely cooperate with you."

The other party finished speaking with a smile, and shouted to the outside: "Xiao Chen, come here and take a few comrades to the reception room to rest for a while and drink some hot water."

"Hey, yes, Director!"

A middle-aged man in his twenties ran into the big office.

He smiled at Zhou Xiaochuan and the others: "Comrades, come with me and take a rest first."

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaochuan nodded, and followed the other party out of the office to the big courtyard.

was led into a reception room.

There is a long table inside, and several sofas!

Xiao Chen brought a few people to the place, and smiled at Zhou Xiaochuan and the others: "Comrades from the province, sit down for a while, and I'll get some boiling water. I'll be here in a while."

After speaking, he said hello and left.

Zhao Dapeng sat on the sofa, smiled at several people and said, "The GW Association in this county is quite rich, even has a sofa."

"What's strange about this. The county's economy is self-financed, and there are appropriations from above. How can it be impossible to even afford a sofa."

Liu Wei said with a smile there.

While talking, Xiao Chen fetched two bottles of boiled water and brewed a cup of minced tea for each of them.

Then he said to several people: "Several comrades, please wait for a while. Director Chen will come over when he says he is busy."

"Thank you. We'll just wait a while then."

Zhou Xiaochuan nodded with a smile.

Seeing this, the other party smiled and left, leaving a few people waiting there.

Zhou Xiaochuan took a glass of water and put it on the coffee table between the two sofas, scanning his surroundings.

But a scene that I only saw on TV appeared in my mind.

in an office.

A man and a woman.

A middle-aged man in his 40s or 50s was sitting at a desk, holding a pen and lowering his head, reviewing documents.

And at the desk.

A little girl in her twenties is waiting anxiously.

The woman was wearing a floral padded jacket and had a pair of big braids.

You can't see anything with the clothes on.

However, his face is quite pretty, with clear features, but it may be because of the wind and sun for a long time, his complexion is a little yellow and cracked.

After waiting for a while, the girl asked anxiously: "Director Han! The commune has already recommended me for the quota of college students in our commune, and I am also the first in the exam. Why is it cancelled?"

Hearing her words, the other party raised his head.

He covered the pen cap, looked the girl up and down, smiled at her, and said, "Comrade Song Zaiyun, don't worry! Hasn't this been cancelled?"

But the girl still looked anxious, "Director Han, can I not be in a hurry? This is my only chance to go back to the provincial capital!"

"Hehe, Comrade Zaiyun, don't worry!"

Director Han glanced at her with a smile, and then continued: "We recommend college students. Not only must they perform well and pass the grades, but they must also be good comrades with high ideological awareness!"

"Director Han, the commune recommended me because I performed well, and I was the number one in grades. You said that I am enlightened. I taught the quotations of *** in our production team. I..."

Song Zaiyun anxiously explained.

But halfway through her words, Director Han suddenly said, "Your father hasn't come back from the farm yet."

Director Han's words stopped Song Zaiyun's words abruptly.

Then froze there.

yes!

Her father is still on the farm!

Suddenly, a deep despair filled her whole body.

Do you really want to be a farmer all your life?

Is it true that you will never be able to meet your parents for the rest of your life?

His feet were soft, and he fell directly on the sofa behind him.

While thinking, she felt something on her head.

I saw Director Han standing in front of her and stroking her hair, and said softly: "Comrade Song Zaiyun, you still say that you have a high level of ideological awareness! How did you study in the production team? What happened in the countryside? There is so much to do in the vast countryside! "

"Director Han...is there really nothing you can do?"

Song Zaiyun looked at him with despair.

Director Han pondered for a while, and said, "Well! It's not that there is no way...it's just..."

Having said that, he looked at the other party.

Song Zaiyun looked at him hopefully after hearing the words, "Director Han, tell me, where there is a need to learn and improve, I will change..."

"That's right!"

Seeing her expression, Director Han smiled and let go of his hand, and continued: "Let's do this! Let's go to a place later, and I will teach you alone..."

After speaking, seeing the other party's still blank expression, he took the other party's little hand.

Put it in your hand and pat it lightly.

Seeing this, Song Zaiyun's expression changed, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

He said angrily, "Director Han, you are really shameless...Aren't you afraid that I will report you?"

Director Han was not angry when he saw this, and returned to his seat with a smile, "Comrade Xiao Song, your thinking is wrong. I took the time to tutor you on your thinking alone. Why are you so shameless?"

After finishing speaking, he said with a cold face: "Or do you think it's shameless for me to help you improve your thinking? What kind of thinking are you thinking? You're going against..."

Hearing his words, Song Zaiyun's expression changed.

Then silence fell.

Director Han continued to work there.

After a while, Song Zaiyun stood up silently and walked outside.

"It's going to be lunch in a while, if you think it through, wait for me near the gate!"

Director Han's voice suddenly came from behind him.

Song Zaiyun's body trembled.

Then he walked out of the office silently.

Looking at the figure of the other party leaving, he smiled and continued his work.

Song Zaiyun came to the door in a daze, came back to his senses, ran out of the compound, and ran to the distance.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Xiaochuan looked calm.

There was a burst of complaints in my heart, Ma Dan, I saw such a disgusting scene when I first came here.

But Director Han has no right to control people like him.

But the wicked have their own grind...

He doesn't think he's a nice guy.

But it's a pity that such a person died.

Director Han had been busy in the room for a long time, and felt that it was almost time to eat, so he twisted his neck and prepared to go out to see if anyone was there.

It's fine if you're not here.

Anyway, there will be opportunities in the future.

Swaying a little fat body came to the compound.

"Director Han..."

"Han..."

Director Han nodded expressionlessly to the person who greeted him, and walked out of the compound with his hands behind his back.

"Hey young..."

Suddenly his foot slipped, Da Ma fell to the ground, and then screamed.

Then he turned over, his face flushed, and he covered his nipples with his hands.

"Director Han, what's wrong with you?"

Someone in the compound saw this scene and ran over in a panic.

Then a group of people came around.