At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, I went to the stadium for a turn, the bus has not come back yet, there is nothing to do, think about it or go to see the old farmers in the countryside. The people who got it came out to block the road, and they went to see how close.

Ask the office director to take him to the village cadres and the big yellow duck. The director may have been a little bureaucrat, and after five or six phone calls, it took about half an hour to figure it out.

When he took Mr. Chai to the company's high-end Mazda, there was already a village worker next to the car, waiting to lead the way.

It seemed that the road was only five or six minutes, and the car seemed to stop as soon as it started and drove not far away.

The trail is winding and turning, with vegetable patches and buildings, stinky water and stinky puddles, and a small school next to it.

The road less than a meter wide, motorcycles, bicycles, and pedestrians are crowded.

The village chief's house is a big house, and no matter how wronged others are, they can't grieve the village chief.

Look at the luxurious sofa, there is a bathtub in the bathroom, haha! I don't want to talk to him at all.

After waiting for a while, the rickety yellow duck came, panting mother, you are such a big leader, I knew that our mayor would come to accompany you.

Mr. Dumb liked this person's personality, so he shook his hand and wrote the word secretary.

Take me to the secretary's house again.

The village chief who doesn't know why, the tea hasn't been brewed yet, and the boss of the big factory has already left his mansion.

The big yellow duck turned and turned, and walked a long way.

In a big old house in the secretary's house, there is a vegetable field in front of the door, and there are three stone stairs, which is an old house at a glance, and it has a bit of cultural relics value.

The secretary looks like a teacher, with two pens in his pocket and a gold tooth that is a bit like Lao Fang.

The dumb brother didn't want to negotiate with the peasants from the bottom of his heart, so when the secretary's sister-in-law put a piece of rock sugar in the boiled water and respectfully served him to drink, he took out his notebook and brushed and wrote;

First, can you do some work to give up the vegetable plot that we have a dispute with the villagers and see how much it costs? From high to low, we will develop villa areas, build some small farm yards, and sell them to rich people:

Second, I looked at the list, you are also a big village, you have work in several workshops, and now the business is not good, and you have not worked for several months to make money.

I will give you 150 places, and you will organize two work teams, one with 90 people from outside the province and the other with 60 people in the hotel in the city;

3. What is the big yellow duck doing in the village? Lend it to me.

How many years have I been the village secretary, I am so surprised, since he became a village cadre, he can only deal with the land acquisition office of the factory, at most the administrative office, this factory-level leader, but the county magistrate is a level, I have never said anything.

Today, this dumb boss, no matter whether the two things work out or not, I promise you that when I am the secretary, we will never go to your trouble again, you look up to us too much, thank you.

As he spoke, he showed it to the big yellow duck, and when the big yellow duck saw that the boss wanted to use him, he couldn't wait to talk about his glorious experience from the age of three, how he dreamed, what kind of specialty did he know, and he was excited.

Dumb brother, stop, tell my son.

So Erdan really took the big yellow duck.

Mr. Dumb took out the fine jasmine tea from his pocket.

I washed the teacup with a hot water kettle, scalded the tea, washed the tea, and performed a good tea ceremony. I heard the secretary tell the story of this old house, and there have been many celebrities, cultural people, and officials in the capital, who are scholars.

Shake hands with the secretary and say goodbye, you come to me if you have something, write a phone number, contact Hu Yasan.

He asked the office director who was waiting at the door and Erdan to get in the car and leave, he walked this part of the way, for a walk. Advocate the nearby folk customs and customs, the dumb man is still a farmer in Liuzhuang. Although there is often the intersection of the wisdom of the county magistrate Hu and the foreman Cui Bao, he is really a mortal himself.

It's not time to get off work yet, and he still wants to go to the stadium to see the five old men, how did the people who sue in the province complain?

Are Brother Wang Fulong and the female director of the fat soldier in place?