Rebirth of the Powerful

Chapter 24

Director Qian also seemed to be at a loss. Although many people have come to surrender, the letter of complaint has been sent out. Even if the investigation is completed and he has no problems, he can still sit in the position of the Director of Health. To make a good impression, at least to unite the members of the team, this one has not been achieved!

What's more, as long as Wang Junwei still stays in the position of deputy director general, the conflict has become public, and Wang Junwei has no scruples. I am afraid that the war between these two people will be protracted either on the table or in the dark. It's settled.

At this moment, Xia Xiaoluo came out with a piece of candy in his mouth, and said, "Dad, I just watched Li Zongwu talk about 'repairing pots' in "Hou Hei Xue", and I don't understand, please explain it to me."

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

Xia Jindong thought he was bored in it, so he dug it out and watched it by himself. Now that every second counts, how could he have the time to discuss this issue with him, and said: "You go, I will tell you when I get home." Very impatient.

Ever since Xia Xiaoluo got the third place in the whole county, Qian Shaoqun often showed off it to other bureau chiefs and township chiefs. At that time, the performance evaluation was not scientific, and there were no strict standards. It all depended on the impression of the leaders. It's hard to say that one's political achievements are better than others, but one can show off a student who has a good study.

At this moment, Director Qian looked at Xia Xiaoluo's grievance with his head down, couldn't bear it, and explained with a smile: "This 'repairing pot method' is like this. If the cooking pot leaks, the master invites a craftsman to mend the pot. The craftsman When the master was not paying attention, he tapped the pot lightly with a hammer a few times, and the cracks in the pot became even bigger. When he saw the master, he said, "Look at your pot, the cracks are so big. It’s covered up by the oil, thankfully I helped you find it’, the master is of course happy, and thinks that the craftsman helped him..."

"Oh, this craftsman deliberately made the cracks on his pot bigger!" Xia Xiaoluo smiled slightly, as if he had suddenly realized, "By the way, I read "Zheng Boke's section" in "Guwen Guanzhi" a few days ago. "Yu Yan" is somewhat similar to this."

Seeing that he started reading such difficult classics at such a young age, Director Qian couldn't help admiring, thinking, I read "Guwen Guanzhi", which I can only understand when I am in my 30s. This little child has such perseverance to study it. Such a difficult and boring article.

He couldn't help admiring: "Jindong, your son is really amazing! And he knows how to draw inferences from one instance to another, he's much better than that nerd in Wang Junwei's family! Little Luo, it's like this, 'Uncle Zheng' is Zheng Zhuanggong, he tolerated rape and pampered his younger brother Gongshu Duan, that is, that 'Duan', under his arrogance, his younger brother became more domineering and domineering, trying to seize the throne. This was to make the crack in the pot bigger, and it was so broken that it could no longer be used. At this time, he started 'Fixing the pot', so the scene of the brother 'ke' the younger brother was staged!"

Speaking of this, he and Xia Jindong were slightly taken aback, as if they had realized something, they looked at each other tacitly, and their eyes were full of excitement.

Xia Xiaoluo still said naively: "This craftsman is really smart, and this Zheng Gong is also smart! It is said in "Sun Tzu's Art of War" that 'if the name is not right, the words will not go well, and if the words don't go well, nothing will happen'. Famous! Zheng Gong did it, so he succeeded, thank you Uncle Qian, I understand!"

As he spoke, he bowed obediently, "Chi Liu" slipped into the bedroom, and continued to read.

Director Qian tapped his fingers in the air a few times, and it took him a long time to speak out, "Jin Dong, 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 there was already a solution. They wanted to make Wang Junwei gather cadres and workers to write a letter of complaint. pot".

Qian Shaoqun said: "Jindong, hurry up and find a photocopying agency, make dozens of copies of this complaint letter, post ten copies in the bureau, ten copies on the street, and post it on the opposite side of the county party committee and county government compound. Very much!... No, let your son do this, a child does it, it is inconspicuous, there will be no accidents, and the higher-ups are really serious, and they can't find out."

Xia Jindong felt a deep chill, and thought, this is playing politics!In this way, even if Wang Junwei jumped into the Yellow River, he wouldn't be able to clean himself up, and the shit basin that he wanted to put on Qian Shaoqun's head was turned on his own head.

What is this called—this is called a "big-character poster", and the materials are distributed privately. Isn't this destroying stability and unity?This is an unorganized and undisciplined private activity, and the bosses hate this one the most!

The reason why I don't make copies in the unit is because of the need for confidentiality. There is only one typing and copying room in the unit, and the key is kept by Xiao Zhang, a typist. If you want to alarm her, it will be more dangerous for one more person to know.

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

There is no doubt that this little market inspection chief of himself has entered Director Qian's core team and has become a true direct descendant.

However, he was still worried about Xia Xiaoluo doing this, hesitatingly said: "Xia Xiaoluo, a 15-year-old kid, can do this, can you? You can't do it well if you don't have hair on your mouth."

"Hey, Jindong, I think your son is smarter than you and me! Are you still worried about him? I feel more at ease if he does it than you do it." Qian Shaoqun took out two Yuxi sticks and handed them to Xia Jindong. branch.

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

"That's fine." Xia Jindong actually didn't want his son to be exposed to such a cruel political struggle prematurely. The age of 15 is the age of cardamom. It should have been a day of innocence, romance and carefree, but since Director Qian has "ordered" , and there is no way to refuse.

Xia Jindong called Xia Xiaoluo out, explained the matter briefly, and asked Xia Xiaoluo not to throw away this report material. These papers are of great importance, Xia Xiaoluo thought, of course I understand, this It is related to your old political future, isn't it?

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

Xia Xiaoluo took the report letter that was covered by Director Qian's body temperature, and ran out of the county health bureau compound.

In the early 90s, the municipal construction was still very backward. There were few street lights on the street, which were as dim as will-o’-the-wisps. At that time, there were very few typing and copying rooms. There was only one private typing and copying room in Luoshui County, which was located in the county seat. Strand.

We must know that at that time, a 386 computer was more than 3 yuan. A professional pig farmer with a business mind would have to raise pigs for three years to buy one, while ordinary wage earners would need more than 20 years to buy one.

When Xia Xiaoluo arrived by bicycle, the rolling shutter door had already been pulled down. He knocked on the door for a long time, but the shop owner Song Wenxue cursed a few times inside, telling him to come back tomorrow, but he didn't open the door.

Forgive him for begging again and again, but Song Xuewen didn't agree, saying: "Whoever you are, I can't do it either! Don't come to me to make copies if you have the guts!"

Bullish, there is no way, who will let others be a monopoly?

Xia Xiaoluo was angry and impatient, thinking, what should I do if I don't have a place to copy, now I am in a hurry, if I copy tomorrow, the day lily might be cold!

Wait until I have enough money to save [-] yuan, and I will open a photocopying agency opposite your door, and crowd Song Wenxue to death!

At this moment, he suddenly thought of Qu Xiaoyuan. This place is very close to the home of Zhuangyuan Red Wine Factory. Xiao Yuan is a street gangster of this generation, known as "Zhendong Street", "Zhenchengdong", "Zhenluoshui", according to him That means, he can "town" all the way, all the way to Beijing.

I hope he can hold down the owner of this typing and copying room today.

Xia Xiaoluo quickly turned the car around and ran towards the Zhuangyuan Winery. He often played in the Zhuangyuan Winery. The guard knew him very well and let him in without asking any questions.

When he came to 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 remembered Qu Xiaoyuan's angry voice: "Fuck! Who is it! I am looking for death, I am dreaming of eating doll ice cream! "

With a "bang", the door was pulled open, Xiao Yuan was holding a steel bar in his hand, and was furious, looking like he was going to give someone a good beating!

Seeing that it was Xia Xiaoluo, the guy froze, and said, "Your uncle, it's so late, what are you doing here? Want to fight?"

Xia Xiaoluo anxiously said: "Fight your sister! Hurry up and find a place, it's urgent!"

Xiao Yuan was no longer angry when he heard that it was urgent, and asked, "What's the matter? Are you going to fight?"

"Copied my things. Song Wenxue from the 'Literature Copying Agency' on the East Street won't copy them. You went over and said, aren't you a big face?"

"Why are you looking for him? It takes so much effort! Go to the office of our winery to copy, where my mother is the director of the copy room." Xiao Yuan yawned.

Xia Xiaoluo was overjoyed when he heard that, and punched him, saying: "Be more energetic, hurry up."

Xiao Yuan said: "My parents are playing mahjong at Lao Li's house, I'll get you the key." He was wearing a vest and flip-flops, and walked in front of him wobbly.

"Fuck me, what time is it? Are you still playing mahjong? Don't you go to work tomorrow?" Xia Xiaoluo asked.

"Going to work? Anyway, there is money to be paid. This winery is half closed, and no one buys the wine it produces. Play mahjong every day, and the money will be paid." Xiao Yuan said nonchalantly.

The inefficiency of state-owned enterprises was something that Xia Xiaoluo was deeply impressed by when she was studying economic history in her previous life. The stubborn disease of state-owned enterprises' inefficiency has gone through many methods, but they have not been cured in the end. Economists have prescribed various prescriptions, and local governments He and the operators have tried countless reform models and methods, starting with improving the relationship between government departments and enterprises, from the decentralization reform to the contract system, and finally to the property rights reform, but they have not been able to really solve this problem.

Now look at this employee who plays mahjong all night and still gets paid when he is not working. It is strange that the efficiency is high.