On the way to the outside of the mountain, several people in the group were in a good mood.

The foreign bank drove his big truck, running happily on the wide, flat road. Xylophone and Zhenfu were let into the cab by everyone. Feng'er led the others and sat in the back compartment. Feng'er told Mao Xiang's drunken and fighting last night as a joke, which caused several people to laugh ruthlessly. In the cab, the foreign bank even arranged what happened at the Maoxiang banquet last night. It was as if he had seen it with his own eyes at the time.

Zhenfu listened with interest to his nonsense and laughed along. He teased that Mao Xiang was asking for a few money to burn. The people under him burned the buns so much that they forgot what their surname was. If you want me to see, as soon as I won the jackpot, I started to bleed. In the future, it won't be much better.

Xylophone laughed and said, you can't say that. Mao Xiang's vision is not simple. I can see it accurately, start hard, and start solidly. There are still good prospects for the stone field.

The foreign bank said, not necessarily. You see that some of the people he summoned were really working for him. If it weren't for the apricot boy in it, I'm afraid it wouldn't last a long time.

Zhenfu also said, Xingzi is really good, and the nails are riveted when doing things, and the dripping water does not leak. Those outsiders, no matter how slippery they are, can't escape his eyes. When it comes to governance, it is even more difficult to use the stubble. No one wants to get a little bargain under him. This baby has grown up under her nose since she was a child, so she didn't see that she still had such a ability. I don't think he can be wrong in the future.

With that, the car drove out of the mountain at a fast speed and stopped steadily in front of the gate of the town government. Xylophone and Feng'er got out of the car. The foreign bank stepped on the accelerator again, drove the car into the street in the center of the town, and sent the others separately.

The town government compound is still the same as before. The house is still the same old house, and the yard is the same as before. The difference is that on the walls on both sides of the gate are two large blackboards, on which some headlines and patterns are carefully drawn in colored chalk, and are filled with colorful text. The bells and whistles are very eye-catching. Looking at it carefully, it's all about external propaganda. It is nothing more than a set of inspirational things such as flaunting political achievements, the introduction of the town's property advantages and long-term planning.

Muqin and Feng'er went straight into the office, trying to find out which leader was at home. There was only a small correspondent in the office hunched on his desk, resting on the telephone with one hand and writing something with a thick black pen in the other. His expression was so focused that he didn't even hear the sound of the xylophones entering the door.

Xylophone looked up and saw that the little correspondent was practicing calligraphy stroke by stroke on a newspaper. His handwriting is really not very good, and he picks and chooses to go out and out. It seems that it must be a baby who is not good at studying and pulled up by someone with a head and a face.

The communicators in the town compound are changed every three or two years, and they are all the sons and daughters of the party secretaries in various villages or the heads of the town departments. There is no custom in the town that is not unaware. The cubs of these families are all smart and clever, talking about people when they see people, and talking about ghosts. It's just that you can't endure hardship in your studies, and you can only be naughty and mischievous. The teachers in the middle school all said that these students have more transparent brains than anyone else. If you study a little bit harder, each of them is very good. The key is that they are not willing to learn, so they are willing to do nonsense, lest the world be chaotic. So, they all divided the cubs in the town compound and the babies with heads and faces into two factions. Some of them are top students with excellent learning and good moral character, and some of them are scum students who don't study and can't open their minds. The adults have no hope for the cubs who study poorly, so they have to let the cubs easily fool around and finish their studies, get a junior high school graduation certificate, and then rely on their own doorways, dig up doorways everywhere to go around, and arrange a reasonable errand, and everything will be fine. [End of Chapter]