Jiang Xinwei shook his head and said, "I haven't seen him before, how can I be familiar with him? I only heard of him after I became a postman." ”

Zhu Keqi nodded and said, "That's right, I know you don't know him." …… However, he called today and asked you to rush to the county bureau early tomorrow morning to go to his office, saying that he wanted to talk to you. ”

Jiang Xin'an, who was next to him, asked worriedly: "Director Zhu, Director Fan should be fine when he looks for Xinwei, right?"

Zhu Keqi shook his head and said uncertainly: "It should be fine." He's just a temporary postman, so how can anything happen? Maybe it's because he handled the letter from the United States, and the bureau wants to praise Xinwei?...... , but it's not so fast, the surname Zeng doesn't know if he received the letter. ”

Jiang Xinwei affirmed in his heart that it was a good thing for Director Fan to find himself, and he must know that he was just a temporary worker who could no longer be at the bottom. If he has committed something and it is not the turn of the dignified county bureau chief to come forward, he will generally let Zhu Keqi in front of him punish him on behalf of the unit, and the deputy head or head of the postal unit will criticize him. If a postman can say a few words face-to-face with the deputy director of the county bureau about his work, then he has to burn high incense, how can he be face-to-face with the top leader?

Just like yesterday, it was because of that dead letter from the United States that he had a cross-section, and it was also several people talking together, and there was no possibility of talking alone.

Jiang Xinwei estimated that it was because of the matter of the Hongxing Coal Mine, maybe the leader of the Hongxing Coal Mine said something to Fan Youcai, and the level of the Hongxing Coal Mine was half a level higher than that of the County Post and Telecommunications Bureau, Fan Youcai felt that the matter was serious, and he had to go over to find out the details.

He said to Zhu Keqi: "Director Zhu, maybe it's because I helped them fix the phone in the Hongxing Coal Mine the day before yesterday, and the Hongxing Coal Mine found Director Fan. ”

Zhu Keqi asked in surprise, "You repaired the phone in the Red Star Coal Mine?...... No wonder, no wonder. Hongxing Coal Mine is a directly affiliated enterprise in the city, and if their leader calls Director Fan to talk about you, he will have a bright face, so he will naturally have to call you over to ask about the situation. …… By the way, I heard that there was a mining disaster in the Hongxing Coal Mine, and some miners were trapped under the mine, didn't they?

Jiang Xinxu said: "Yes, but they were all rescued. …… When I helped them fix the phone, it was when the miners were crushed underneath. ”

Zhu Keqi laughed and said, "Haha, you kid is so lucky." It is of course a beautiful thing that their miners were rescued, and there were no dead people, and although the superiors would not publicly praise them, they would certainly be happy that they handled things well and did not poke out the big basket. All the people who have done things are meritorious people, and if you help them, their leaders will also say a few words of thanks to our unit. …… The weight of these words is not light, and it is much better than the thank you letter written by the Family Planning Commission. ”

Speaking of this, he sighed: "As the old saying goes, skills are not pressing." You see, you have the ability to repair telephones, and you have not only been praised from the Family Planning Commission, but also from the Hongxing Coal Mine. There must be a lot of benefits this time, and you have handled the letter from the Chinese-American again, which must have left a very good impression in the hearts of the superiors. ”

Because Zhu Keqi's words finally involved himself, Jiang Xinwei, as a junior and subordinate, had no choice but to smile: it is not good to say that he must surpass him, and it is hypocritical to say that he will always be under him, and it is even more disappointing to live up to his cultivation.

At this time, Jiang Xinwei's parents heard the news, greeted Zhu Keqi warmly, and resolutely left him for lunch.

Because Jiang's mother had planned that the girl surnamed Leng would eat Chinese food here, so she made two more good dishes, and now that she left early, Zhu Keqi added in, and there was no need to add more dishes, just pour a few glasses of medicinal wine soaked in Chinese medicine.

During the meal, Zhu Keqi also told Jiang Xinwei as an elder what to pay attention to when he saw Director Fan tomorrow, and also warned him not to be pampered and arrogant, not to make too many requests to Director Fan, just mention that the bureau should consider his recruitment problem, and even be so meticulous that when making this recruitment request, he must add words of gratitude to the director in the future.

Regarding the slightly verbose words of the elders at the wine table, Jiang Xinwei pretended to be attentive, and nodded from time to time to echo. After all, people are thinking about their own good and their own future, and they should listen carefully to whether the other party's opinion is right or wrong.

……

Jiang Xinwei, who was eating, didn't know that Zhang Fenglin was plotting with the two gangsters to deal with him.

These two gangsters were the guys who beat Zhang Fenglin just now, if Jiang Xinwei hadn't come forward to help and kick the two gangsters away, Zhang Fenglin, who was pressed and beaten, didn't know what he would be beaten.

"Are you really willing to pay us to beat him?" a thug obviously didn't believe Zhang Fenglin either, and said sarcastically, "Didn't he help you just now, not only did you not appreciate him but let us beat him?...... Hehe, is this what you scholars call revenge?"

Another tall thug covered his abdomen, his face was painful, and there was a scar on his face that rubbed against the gravel floor, only to hear him say: "Boy, I can't rob a woman with him, it's a shame?...... As long as you are willing to pay, we are willing to be angry for you, 100 yuan!"

"One hundred yuan?" Zhang Fenglin didn't have so much money, and hurriedly said, "No! It's too much, I don't have it!"

"How much do you give him?" The tall thug stared at Zhang Fenglin and asked, as if the other party couldn't quote a good price, so he raised his fist.

Zhang Fenglin regretted it in his heart, feeling that he had made a mistake in this step, and he shouldn't have dealt with these gangsters, but remembering Jiang Xinwei's appearance of not caring about himself, he gritted his teeth and said, "Fifty!

He only has more than fifty yuan in his pocket, which is still all his savings, and he is going to come to Xiao's house to play today, invite Xiao Yuanyuan to buy something to eat after she goes out, and buy her gifts.

"Holy shit, do you think you can do it with fifty, fifty? The short bastard bragged.

The tall gangster did not hesitate to put his hand into Zhang Fenglin's pocket, dragged out the whole belt of zeros, counted them at random, and then raised the banknotes, and said: "This money can only guarantee that we will beat him, but to break his hands and feet, this money is far from enough." …… , brother is gone, goodbye!"

Seeing that they were leaving like this, Zhang Fenglin was anxious, and hurriedly said: "Hey, how can you do this, what if you take my money and don't do anything?"

The short thug sneered, "Then how are you going to believe it?"

The tall thug rolled his eyes and said, "You are a scholar, then we will do things according to the way of a scholar." Come on! You write a note saying that you will come out with fifty yuan and ask us to beat that kid, and when we have done it, we will complete the task before we can get the money with peace of mind. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the tall gangster took out a pen from Zhang Fenglin's pocket, picked up a dirty piece of paper from the side of the road, handed it to Zhang Fenglin, and said, "Write!"

Zhang Fenglin said in surprise: "Why did I write it? It was you who took my money, and if you want to write, you should also write the receipt." ”

The short thug slapped him again: "Collect your mother's head, and collect the slip!"

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