When it was time to eat, Song Wengen walked back with his hands behind his back, still with a straight face, but if he looked closely, he could see that he seemed to have let go of something, and it didn't make people feel depressed.

"In the afternoon, you go to Shen Jianguo."

Song Qiong was teaching Song Fang math problems, and when he heard this, he was slightly stunned and nodded his nose: "Me? Something? ”

"Hmm!" Song Wengen nodded, the expression on his face was a little lost, and a little relaxed: "In the future, work hard." ”

"What do you mean?" Song Qiong was keenly aware of what was happening, but Song Wengen cherished words like gold and couldn't say clearly, so he hurriedly asked before he knew what was going on.

For the first time in his life, Song Wengen asked the organization that he could step down, but let Song Qiong replace him.

The agency finally agreed to this request, and Song Qiong could report in the afternoon, become a staff member of the supply and marketing cooperative, and solve the problem of compilation within half a year.

"Dad, why are you doing this!" Song Qiong suddenly couldn't cry or laugh, he was a billionaire, after he was reborn, did he go to the supply and marketing cooperatives to be a small clerk?

"Dad, I'm not going, or let Song Zhen go, she's a girl, and it's not bad to have a stable job." Song Qiong subconsciously wanted to refuse.

Song Wengen raised his head and glared at Song Qiong in annoyance: "Let you go, you will go, and if you don't get up, run outside again and break your legs." ”

Song Qiong was stunned, and Shen Lanying also persuaded beside him: "Ah Qiong, be obedient, you have a formal job, so you can find a wife." Ah Zhen doesn't need to worry, wait for the next time the yarn factory has recruitment indicators, we will strive for it. No matter how bad it is, let Grandma Huang introduce a good family, and you don't have to worry about work. ”

Song Qiong was even more stunned.

"Mom, what are you talking about!" Song Zhen said, glaring at Song Qiong again: "Dad asked you to go, you just go, go and work hard, otherwise, I won't be able to spare you." ”

Song Qiong had no choice but to bow his head helplessly, realizing that he was no longer allowed to object to this matter, otherwise, everyone would oppose him and be angry with him.

He thought about it and felt that it was okay to go to the supply and marketing cooperative.

In his previous life, as a billionaire and a Chinese businessman, at the moment before he died unexpectedly, Song Qiong had already seen a lot.

Wealth, he has been bearish! It doesn't matter how much money you make in this life, as long as your family is safe and happy, that's fine.

But seeing that the family is having a hard time, Xiao Song Fang and Xiao Song Peng are salivating over poached eggs, and Song Zhen and Shen Lanying are worried about the family's livelihood, which shows that they still need to make money.

Personally, of course, he also wants to do something, and this extra life can't be wasted.

After crossing the rebirth, such an unbelievable thing happened to him, and Song Qiong felt a heavy responsibility while rejoicing. This responsibility is not only to make your family and the people around you better; It is also to "the old and the old, the young and the young".

Song Qiong was very touched by the tens of thousands of people who fled Hong Kong, Chen Fusheng, and Chen Weiguo in front of the Jiehe, and he couldn't help but think, if God let him come back, did he want to let himself change these things?

Song Qiong doesn't believe in gods, but he also believes that "there are gods in the three feet above his head", and people should have some awe and some faith.

He was wondering what he could do in this life to benefit more people.

Like in the previous life, doing business, accumulating wealth and doing charity can have a great impact, but it is always scratching the itch between the boots; It seems that the only thing that has a greater impact and can change or decide the fate of the people on one side is the political axe.

There is no better way to influence the decision-making and administration of the political axe than to engage in politics, serve as an official for one term, and benefit one party.

Song Qiong had already had this idea, but he hadn't figured out what to do yet.

Supply and marketing cooperatives, in fact, are also a good starting point.

Zhongling County Supply and Marketing Cooperatives is a political and business integration of institutions, and the same as the Commercial Bureau, the Food Bureau, and the Food Company, under the management of the Finance and Trade Office of the Production Group of the County Revolutionary Committee, and the level is equivalent to the department level.

The supply and marketing cooperatives had been abolished a few years earlier and merged with the Bureau of Commerce, but after the reconstruction in 75 years, the surname of the state-run enterprises was more than that of the collective cooperatives. In addition to doing a good job in the operation and management of the supply and marketing cooperatives themselves, its most important tasks are to guide the peasants to develop commodity production and enter the market in an organized manner, and to promote the exchange of materials between urban and rural areas.

In the case that the reform and opening up has just begun, and the private economy has not yet been active, the supply and marketing cooperatives occupy an extremely important position in the commercial economy at the township and county levels, covering all aspects from agricultural and sideline fruit and vegetable products, native products, and miscellaneous goods to agricultural production equipment and materials, and the purchase of waste products, and there are no competitors.

They not only engage in circulation, turning the products produced by the peasants into commodities and sending industrial products to the rural areas, but also sometimes engage in production, processing of agricultural and sideline products, processing of agricultural machinery and equipment, and even the production of miscellaneous goods.

Although the status of supply and marketing cooperatives will gradually decline in the future with the revitalization of the private economy, it is still a very good platform to play in this era.

Thinking of this, Song Qiong decided to go to the supply and marketing cooperative, and as for the work of Song Wengen and Song Zhen, he would find another way.

In the afternoon, under the supervision of Shen Lanying and Song Zhen, Song Qiong went to the supply and marketing cooperatives to report to Shen Jianguo.

Zhongling County Supply and Marketing Cooperatives is a two-storey small building, and the ground floor is a store, including a raw material store, a grocery store, a waste purchase store, a local product purchase and sales point, a fruit agricultural and sideline product purchase and sales point, and so on.

The second floor is the administrative office space, in addition to the seven directors of the first president, seven deputy directors, there are also seven units of secretary, accounting, business, price, statistics, grassroots, and people's insurance.

The house looks a little old, with plastered walls, mottled and in some places, the bricks inside have been exposed. On the guardrail on the second floor, there is a banner with black and white letters on a red background, which reads: "Emancipate the mind, use your brains, seek truth from facts, and look forward in unity."

At the door of the grocery store, a group of people gathered, noisy, Song Qiong walked over and saw two people from the People's Insurance Unit, dragging a middle-aged woman outside, the woman was wearing a blue top and bottom, looking very dirty, she struggled desperately, crying and making trouble, but she was still pulled farther and farther away.

The person next to him pointed and pointed, as if saying that the woman was stealing.

"Chief Wu!" Song Qiong saw Wu Encai, the head of the People's Insurance Unit, and said hello with a smile.

Wu Encai nodded at him: "Xiao Song, come to Director Shen?" ”

"Well, what's going on."

Wu Encai walked over, took out a pack of harvest cigarettes from his pocket, and handed one over: "There is a woman who doesn't know where to pick up a soap ticket, and brought it to us to buy soap. ”

Song Qiong took the cigarette, took out a match and lit it for Wu Encai and himself, smoked the cigarette, glanced at the woman who was dragged away, and felt indescribable: "Then what are you?" ”

"Send it to the police station!"

"The ticket she picked up was not returned to the owner, and she didn't have to send it to the police station, right?"

"Hey, Xiao Song, you're wrong, he picked up something, it doesn't matter if he doesn't, but he still wants to buy things from the store, this is disrupting the order of the socialist market, and it will be closed for at least a few days." Wu Encai patted Song Qiong's shoulder, since he watched Song Qiong's performance at night, Wu Encai felt that this young man was not simple, so he looked at him differently and said a few more words.

After chatting for a few more words, Song Qiong came to the second floor with complex and indescribable emotions and found Shen Jianguo's office.

Shen Jianguo's office is not big, seven or eight square meters, and there are two simple wooden desks back to back in the innermost window position, in addition to Shen Jianguo, there is another deputy director who also works here, and he is not there at this time.

Two wooden chairs were placed against the wall on one side, and a painting was hung on the wall: Serve the people.

Where the door was opened, there was also a table with something on it, and there was a thermos on the table.

The furnishings in the house are simple and plain.

"Director Shen, hello, my dad asked me to come to you." Song Qiong knocked on the door and said hello.

Shen Jianguo glanced up at Song Qiong and nodded lightly, his attitude a little cold.

He felt in the morning that Song Qiong didn't care about Song Wengen's life or death, he just wanted to get benefits from the supply and marketing cooperatives, and the later development was really like this, Song Wengen agreed to retire, but asked Song Qiong to replace him, which must have been forced by Song Qiong.

In this way, the society did not have to slap itself again when the notice had just been issued, so that Song Wengen could be reinstated, and the dissatisfaction of the Song family was also resolved, and the society reluctantly agreed.

But in the hearts of Shen Jianguo and even other leaders in the society, Song Qiong has been labeled badly.

"Lao Song should have told you, you came to work in the supply and marketing cooperative, not to replace, but to take care of, so there is no indicator for the time being, and the club can only arrange it after half a year."

"The type of work arranged for you is not a warehouse keeper, but a porter, which your father used to do, and you can be regarded as a son inheriting his father's business."

"I hope you will be like your father at work, work hard and hard, and not be afraid of hardships......"

Shen Jianguo sat behind the desk, and did not beckon Song Qiong to sit down, and said with a serious expression.

"No problem."

Song Qiong smiled, reached out and touched his pocket, and said with a shy smile: "Director Shen, is there a cigarette, come one?" ”

Shen Jianguo frowned with some disgust, reached out and took out a pack of harvest cigarettes from the drawer, and threw it on the table: "Young man, what is it bad to learn?" If there is nothing else, you go to the secretarial unit to go through the formalities, and then report to the storage and transportation company. ”

Song Qiong took the cigarette, took out one, stuffed the rest into his pocket, lit the cigarette by himself, not only did not leave, but dragged a back chair and sat opposite Shen Jianguo: "Director Shen, there is something wrong, I want to talk to you." ”

"What else do you have?" Shen Jianguo felt that a fire was rising in his chest, the young man was too disrespectful, he had no respect for his superiors, no leader, and he was too presumptuous.

Song Qiong spat out a puff of cigarette: "That's the case, when I just came, I was downstairs and saw an incident, a woman picked up a soap ticket and came to the supply and marketing cooperatives to buy soap, but it was discovered, and the people from the Ministry of Human Resources and Social Security dragged her to the police station, which made me feel very uncomfortable." ”

"I already know about this, there is nothing else, you can go!" Shen Jianguo waved his hand impatiently, do you want to take care of this matter? It's so ignorant!

Song Qiong smiled: "That's the case, I think it's very abnormal...... this matter"

"Enough!" Shen Jianguo couldn't bear it anymore, Huo Di stood up: "I still have something to do, you can do it yourself!" ”