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After the purchase list for the construction of the bamboo building was determined, Director Shen and Shi Suo'er first went to the market to consult the price, and the purchase of various materials and items in the above mess required a total of about 120,000 or 30,000 yuan.

This little cost is nothing to Jiang Yichen now. He asked Director Shen to make a plan and sign his name on it, and then Director Shen took the list to the finance department to withdraw the purchase money.

The procurement work was launched, and Director Shen and Shi Suoer were jointly responsible. Because there are many and complex things, you have to shop around, and the whole process is not something that can be completed in three or two days. Jiang Yichen told them not to be in a hurry, and to select each item step by step, patiently and meticulously. After all, it is a permanent building to live in, but it can't be careless.

Besides, the weather will be warmer later, which is more suitable for construction.

As for the construction personnel, the few people who exist are certainly not enough. Jiang Yichen asked Lai Shun'er and Shi Suo'er to contact the former workers, and when the start of work, invite four or five workers to go to the island together.

Two days ago, Jiang Yichen got in touch with the old acquaintance Chen Boss who drove a grocery ship to run individual transportation.

Boss Chen is still doing his old job, and when he heard that he was a little brother surnamed Jiang, his attitude was very enthusiastic, and he said again and again that if he needed help, he just spoke.

You must know that the year before last, he made extra money by illegally taking passengers, but he encountered heavy rain and dense fog at sea, and accidentally collided with the boat, causing Xiaojiang to fall into the water and disappear. After discovering the accident, I couldn't find it, and I only felt that it was a disaster from heaven, and I and my whole family were going to be doomed. At that time, I was really panicked, just waiting to go to court and squat on the fence.

Who knew that a week later, Xiao Jiang suddenly called him, reported his safety, and informed him of the rescue in the water. At that moment, it was almost like a desperate life, and he almost cried with joy.

Xiao Jiang is very righteous, and he did not use this to hold him accountable or claim compensation. This also touched him very much, and he always felt that he owed a favor to adults and wanted to reciprocate, but he was politely rejected by the other party.

Now I learned that Jiang Yichen was going to ask him to help pull a shipload of goods to the island. Boss Chen agreed without saying a word, and promised that when he needed it, he would just say hello two days in advance, and he didn't have to pay for the freight.

Jiang Yichen knew that Boss Chen was a person who dragged his family, and it was not easy for him to live, so where could he take advantage of him. So he declined on the phone, saying only that he would contact him in a few days when things were ready.

At two o'clock in the afternoon on Tuesday, at the gate of the Hongguang Street Street Office.

Outside the door is a cement road that is not too wide, and it is usually relatively secluded. But today is different, a group of people gathered here, shouting slogans and shouting, and making a lot of noise.

There were about thirty people in the group, men, women, and children, of all ages, and there was even an old man in a wheelchair with gray hair.

Some of them held placards made of cardboard, on which were written in thick black pen such words as "laid-off workers seek justice," "we also have the right to eat," and "forced buying and selling are not tolerated."

There are also young boys and girls, each with an enamel rice bowl, with a spoon and clanging.

Seeing that there was a commotion, the windows of the surrounding residents were opened, and many heads poked out to look down. There were also many idlers on the side of the road, who were very curious when they saw this, and they looked around and stepped forward to inquire about the reason.

Some do-gooders simply took out their mobile phones, card cameras, and began to take pictures and videos. Later, it was posted on the Internet, and it also set off a lot of waves.

At this time, I saw a thin man in his fifties standing out of the petition procession, with three wisps of rat whiskers on his chin and high cheekbones, hugging his fist to the crowd of onlookers, and saying that it was difficult for laid-off workers to make a living, and they could barely make ends meet by opening an early shop and buying and selling a small business, and they would be squeezed by large monopolies, and they would be cut off from water and electricity by those who had the right to live.

Next to the thin man, there is also a middle-aged woman with a fat body and rough hands and feet, singing and harmonizing with him, and her love is moving.

"Alas, this old man and little one is really enough to suffer."

"But no, even smashing other people's jobs for petty business is a sin."

"These children are really pitiful, alas, born in a poor family."

"If you don't say that there are few good things in these years, there are few good things, and people are forced to have no way to live. The Commission for Discipline Inspection and the Supervision Bureau above should also come down and investigate. ”

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Most of the people sympathized with the weak, and when they saw that this group of people were old and young, and dragged their families with them, they suddenly felt compassion and talked with each other, accusing the people in the street office of not doing anything.

I saw that the man with the rat whisker who took the lead raised his hand, and the petition team suddenly stopped shouting, and the spoons in the hands of the children no longer knocked randomly, but played a neat rhythm.

When miles are dang, when miles are dang, when miles are when miles.

People are very familiar with this rhythm, and after a little pondering, it turns out that it is actually the way to hand over the Eastern Allegro book, and it is used here.

I was immediately amused, and I slapped along with the rhythm.

For a while, this rhythm resounded throughout most of the streets, and the atmosphere was warm but very weird.

The unique art performance lasted for about ten minutes, and the street office finally lost its breath. Two young staff members walked out the door and asked the people outside to stop the noise, but they were laughed at and slapped even harder.

The musicians went their own way, continued the performance process, and the emotions became more and more high. Those crowds who watched the excitement not only helped to beat the rhythm, but also applauded loudly, with a posture of fearing that the world would not be chaotic.

After a while, it was not until a figure who looked like a leader appeared and silenced everyone that the sound of the music gradually stopped.

The leader said that if there is a problem, it should be reflected positively, and that it should be believed in the organization, and that it should not be used in the form of assemblies and other ways. Then advise idle people and others not to gather here to watch, which will affect traffic and office.

After negotiations, several petitioners followed the leader into the street office to negotiate, and the family members outside also stopped, no longer blocking the intersection, but scattered to the sidewalks on both sides. The placards were lowered.

The crowd of onlookers waited for a while, and when they saw that there was no more noise, they began to feel bored, so they gradually dispersed.

About forty minutes later, the men who had come inside to negotiate walked out, their expressions relaxed.

The people waiting outside hurriedly gathered around and asked long and short questions.

The man with the three wisps of rat whiskers waved his hand and led everyone out of the street office. The orderly flow of the retreating people fully reflects the good organizational discipline of the working class