Chapter 8: Confrontation or Strife (9) (3)

Muqin shook his head helplessly and said, What's the way, can you still run to kick his field.

Zhenfu said that yesterday, I went to the town government to contact Mayor Yang about the ribbon-cutting, and I also mentioned it to him. It seems that Mayor Yang doesn't care too much about this kind of thing. Now, do you mention it to him again and ask him to come forward to stop it? Maybe he'll be able to bluff the guys.

Xylophone replied, forget it. No matter how noisy he is, he won't be able to become a big climate. Let's just get ready for the ceremony and venue tonight, and don't dare to make a mistake.

Zhenfu was unwilling to be busy with the things in his hands.

As soon as 9 a.m. passed, dust rose on the road out of the mountain. Subsequently, some village officials who attended the meeting came one after another. They came by bicycle, horse-drawn cart, or on foot. There are also many people who came by tractor in a village in Beishan. One by one, they were dusted by the dust from the road. Seeing the neat and new environment in the factory, he immediately stopped outside the factory gate unconsciously, and was busy beating each other on the dust on his coat and face. When the fight was almost over, they stared at the strange eyeballs, looked around into the factory, and looked around.

Zhenfu is not worried about the hands and feet of these people. A few years ago, the scene of people from outside the mountain entering the village to eat and steal apricot fruits is still fresh in his memory. He ran back and forth and instructed a few cubs in the factory to take care of any objects in the factory, and nothing could be missing. If you lose a little, you can ask the cubs to compensate for it. The cubs immediately got their hearts on the line, and their tails were fixed behind the crowd running around like headless flies, for fear that something would go wrong.

Just when the Zhenfu foreign companies were in a hurry, the car horn sounded on the way out of the mountain. Zhenfu turned around and left the crowd in the factory area behind, shouting xylophones everywhere. Finally, I found the xylophone talking with Shen Yuhua at the gate of the factory. Zhenfu hurriedly said, why are you still waiting here, let's go up to the intersection to meet the leader.

The xylophone hesitated for a moment and said, no, just a few steps, the car can also drive directly over. Wouldn't it be better to greet you at the factory gate?

When Zhenfu saw Xylophone say this, he no longer panicked. He also muttered in his heart, this person is really evil. When he was in charge, he was smarter than anyone else. It's time to show up, and it's ridiculously stupid, not even as good as a baby.

In fact, someone squatted at the intersection of the mountain early in the morning, waiting to greet the gods from all walks of life. He is Mao Xiang.

Mao Xiang knew who were the people who came today, all of them were high-ranking officials and officials who were out of reach on weekdays, and they were officials and men who had been stacked three stories high. From the moment he got up, he made up his mind. You must go to the entrance of the village and wait, and send the officials and men from all walks of life into the gate of the factory with their own hands. At this time, if you don't show your nose and face first, when will you have this kind of opportunity? So, after breakfast, he deliberately put on the newly made clothes for the New Year, and first accompanied Wang Gong to walk around the factory to check whether the preliminary preparations were in place. At more than nine o'clock, he left Wang Gong and quietly slipped out of the factory by himself, squatting at the intersection of the mountain and waiting. [End of Chapter]