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Chapter 473 A suggestion box stuffed with envelopes
Steel Rolling Mill Union Office.

The homeless Li Feng came here after wandering around.

"No need to hold meetings, no need to write approval documents, no need to write reports, what a magical day this is!"

With his legs crossed on the empty table at the end, Li Feng was almost dozing off because of the sun. He felt like he could just have another piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, hanging out with a group of trade union committee members who were about to die. He was not a young man. It’s been a detour for 30 years.

Compared with the transportation department, this place is too leisurely. Maybe the union members are considerate of these old bones who are about to retire, and they can still clock in to work. Maybe it's just too boring to stay at home.

The east and the west are different, and I don’t know which factory in the XC area is doing something, and I don’t know which Little Foot Detective Team I heard the news from.

"It's strange. There are so many letters in the mailbox today. I'm exhausted!!"

Zuo Daguo, a life committee member who is over fifty years old, has sweat on the folds on his face. He is holding a bamboo frame in his arms. It looks like it is used in the workshop to hold parts. I don’t know where I borrowed it from. It is already full. dark brown envelope.

"Lao Zuo, I told you that you were wandering around for a long time, but no one was there, and I thought you had gone somewhere to hide and relax!"

Sister Wei, who was knitting, took out a long wooden needle, wiped it on her bun, and teased the tired and panting Comrade Zuo.

"I can't stand it anymore. I can't stand it anymore. My waist can't bear the burden of carrying this thing. Where can I go to hide and relax!"

"Hey, Vice Chairman Li~!"

While complaining and hitting his lower back, Lao Zuo saw the young man lying on his desk, nodded and said hello, as if this young man was no different from before.

"Hurry up and put it down. Take a drink of water. What's going on? Which workshop is it from? What's the problem? Why are there so many mailboxes?"

A group of people who had nothing to do and had nothing to do looked at the small bamboo frame and moved forward with interest. They picked up the top envelope and looked at both sides, but it seemed that the covers were blank.

"Oh, it's not the same mailbox. The mailboxes in several workshops are all full. Fortunately, I went to collect them. This one can't be filled, and people just put them on top of the mailbox~!"

After resting for a while and regaining his composure, Committee Member Zuo couldn't help but complain.

"Looking at the bright side, maybe it's not a bad thing. It may be that the blind date held by Sister Wei was very effective and helped single young people solve their marriage and love problems. There is a thank you letter written by someone!"

Commissioner Chen, who was in charge of production, was in the same state as Li Feng at this time. He was holding the chess book in his left hand and studying the round sky and the square place. He couldn't help but interjected.

"Old Chen, please don't be impoverished by me. Hurry up and put down your precious worries and come and watch it together. Lao Zuo alone won't be able to finish it until tomorrow!"

Listening to Committee Member Zuo's teasing, Old Chen reluctantly put down the chess book in his hand, glanced at Vice Chairman Li who was still clearing his mind, and walked over slowly.

"Hello, dear trade union leader, I am Zhao Laoshun from the third workshop. I have worked in the factory for 26 years. I live in Dier Hutong with a tile-roofed house. Due to family difficulties, the house is in disrepair and the walls are sinking. There are cracks, and the roof leaks every time it rains, making it dangerous to live in. On the other hand, the number of people in the family has increased to five, and three generations cannot live in it at all. I would like to ask when the completed family building will be divided into rooms!"

Sister Wei took the lead in opening one letter. After opening it, she slowly read it out. There was a pause in the middle. She seemed to be recalling who Zhao Laoshun was.

"Oh my God, what's going on with this lucky move? I don't write my name on the envelope, I just put it on the inside. Is this an anonymous letter or a real-name letter? I want to know how to allocate houses. The above didn't tell me. Who am I to ask?" "

Sister Wei scratched her scalp and looked at the record book of registered letters with a confused look on her face. She was hesitant about where to fill it in. However, it was a specific question and she also wanted to know the answer. "Well, it's my job too. Qin Huairu in the first workshop, her husband is Jia Dongxu, tsk tsk, she also wrote it, do you want to read it to you!" Lao Chen casually drew the jackpot, and unexpectedly he won the jackpot. Widow Qin was selected.

Vice Chairman Li, who had closed his eyes to rest his mind, finally moved his eyelids.

"Hey~ This is a rare thing. As far as I know, she doesn't seem to know a few characters, but she can still write letters!"

Li Feng looked at the letter in Lao Chen's hand with interest, and pointed his finger, indicating that he should read it quickly.

"Cough cough~!"

"Leaders of the steel rolling mill, please ask you something. When the family building is allocated, can apprentices apply? My husband is Jia Dongxu, and my father-in-law is Jia Qiang. They have both passed away. Now our family of five is crowded in the south. In the small house in Luogu Lane, the gong is written incorrectly!"

"Hurry, don't delay~!"

"Okay, let me continue. We live in poverty. We have three children in our family. The youngest is just out of confinement. We also have a frail and sick mother-in-law. They all rely on my salary of 17 yuan a month to support us. It is indeed difficult to live in. The house is too small. , please ask the leader, even if it’s on the first floor!”

"Is this already starting to happen?" Li Feng blinked and looked at Lao Chen.

"No, that's all. It's true that this is Yi Zhonghai. A family of four is now counting on this one widow. Tsk, tsk, Xiaowei, register it for me and write it down in the real name letter!"

Old Chen shrugged his shoulders, quickly opened a letter, and put Qin Huairu's letter aside. Now that there was no news at all, she asked for the first floor, thinking that the labor union was the logistics department.

"Here's this, how come the letter from the branch factory has arrived? They're so far away and they're not at work. They also want to get involved in the main factory's house?" Committee member Xiong, who was in charge of publicity, pushed up the temples of his glasses. The corners of his mouth twitched.

"You don't want to be in the first branch. I split two parts here, both of them belong to the third factory. They also said that the land belongs to the third factory. I want to ask if the house is specially allocated to the people in the third factory. !" Committee member Zuo was also a little bit dumbfounded. He thought something big had happened, but he didn't expect it was all about the house.

"Why do so many people care about this? Don't they already have houses in the factory? If we solve their problems one by one, I think we will have to build dozens more!"

Sister Wei looked a little ugly. She looked at the basket full of letters and looked at Vice Chairman Li who was watching a show, trying to get him to think about something.

"Well, you should still read the letter. Whether you can solve it is a matter of ability. Whether you can read it or not is a matter of attitude. Since people who don't know a few Chinese characters have accumulated so many words, what if they don't even read them? I’m sorry for everyone’s hard work~!”

Li Feng looked at the pile of letters, his eyes fixed, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly. What should come will always come. This letter must be read, not only for himself, but also for others to see.

"Otherwise, go to the logistics office and ask. If you know when the distribution is, just put a notice at the gate, and you won't have to go back to visit each one!" Committee member Xiong is quite a headache, but it doesn't seem to be troublesome. If one A return visit is just like what Xiao Wei said, that would be too much.

"Very well, Commissioner Xiong, please come and make a trip. My current situation makes it inconvenient for me to come forward!" Vice Chairman Li raised his eyebrows at Commissioner Xiong and motioned him to inquire with his understanding eyes.

"Hey~, I don't think we need to think about it. There are more than 1 people and [-] houses. This is not a matter of cutting watermelons. I think there is [-]% chance that there will be no trace!"

You have to be someone who has experienced it. After all, Commissar Zuo has lived for most of his life, and he can see through the pickling inside at a glance.

(End of this chapter)