Cai Baojian is not as light as he appears, he knows the weight of the Northeast District, especially the Northeast District, which has the character who can reach the sky, should not be underestimated.

He was now sitting in the old yellow man's office, sipping tea and secretly observing the old yellow man's expression.

The old yellow head was expressionless as always, his mouth was tightly closed, and his eyes under his eyebrows were half-open and half-closed, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

After Cai Baojian finished reporting the situation in his original form, Lao Huangtou kept this expression, as if he was ready to go until the earth was desolate.

"You go back first...... "The old yellow head seemed to have just woken up from his sleep, and the old man's big hand waved gently, as if he was weak and like Mount Tai pressing on the top.

"Leader, Tu Ziqiang is a talent......" Cai Baojian said with foaming at the mouth.

"Well...... "The old yellow head has no sorrow or joy.

"Red Star Mutual Aid Club is even more ......," Cai Baojian paused a little, still reminding out of place.

"I know......" The old yellow head raised his eyebrows, and looked at Cai Baojian quietly with calm eyes like water.

"Then, leader, I'll go back first......" Cai Baojian got up one by one, turned around and walked to the office door.

The old yellow head looked at his back without sadness or joy.

"Leader, I'll wait for you to inform?" Cai Baojian stood by the door and hesitated, but couldn't help but look back and ask for instructions.

"Hmm......" The old yellow head looked at Cai Baojian for a while, and replied vaguely.

Cai Baojian sighed softly, opened the door and left.

The old yellow head stayed on the door for a long time, sighed softly and picked up the phone.

"You received the materials submitted by Jichun, right?" The old yellow man's idle hand unconsciously twisted his fingers.

"yes, got it." A faint voice came from the other side.

"That's the case," the old yellow head cleared his throat and said, "Comrade Shen Yan of the Northeast Region sent a team over, but it didn't pass through Jichun Province to investigate the matter of the Red Star Mutual Aid Society......"

"Oh?" The opposite pitch is slightly raised.

The old yellow head grabbed the microphone and waited quietly.

"I don't know about this...... "The other side paused for a long time and replied.

"That ......" a smile appeared at the corner of the old yellow head's mouth, but his tone was as flat as ever.

"Brother, what do you think? Tell me ......" asked after a pause on the other side.

"I'm definitely a strong supporter of my superiors," the old yellow head paused slightly, "but well, I really want to see the trick of one to three......

There was no reply from the other side, and there was only the sound of sizzling electricity in the microphone.

Silence represents an attitude, and the smile on the corner of the old yellow head's mouth is getting stronger and stronger......

"Got it......" The other side slowly burst out three words.

The old yellow man smiled......

"I'm thinking about thinking about ......," added on the other side.

Gada, the phone hangs up.

The old yellow head pursed his lips and tilted his head to think for a while, and then gently put down the microphone.

"This little slippery head, we have to protect him if we are sure of it," the old man slowly leaned on the backrest, reached out and pulled open the drawer, which contained a bucket ......of more than forty cigarettes......

Zila, the match is lit......

The old yellow man took a deep breath beautifully, and his fingers gently beat on the armrest......

Three fertilizer plants, who is not tempted? Well?

Zila, zila, zila......

The matches lit the cigarettes one by one, the old yellow head's shou eyebrows gradually twisted, and the beat of his fingers gradually became faster......

Bell bell bell ......

The phone rings......

The old yellow head snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand, took a deep breath and picked up the microphone.

"I want to see the trick too." The tone on the other side is still flat, but there is a clear hint of relaxation in the tone.

"Good ......," the old yellow man smiled.

"Ji Chun can't eat alone......," added the other side, with a hint of playfulness in his tone.

"Lao Huang is doing things, Xiao Zhao, don't worry......" Lao Huang smiled even brighter.

Gada, the phone hangs up.

"This old yellow head ......," Xiao Zhao, who was in his sixties, stroked a book he had just brought back and said softly.

On the title page of the book, the ink has not dried in eight big characters: Study hard, make progress every day!

There is also a line of small words below the eight big characters: Encourage Comrade Tu Ziqiang.

"The right time for him?" Xiao Zhao muttered as he gently put the book down.

"What's so fun about kids fighting? I don't understand. Hey, if you say it's funny, it's funny. But it's really an interesting young man......" Xiao Zhao stood up, paced to the window, and looked at the blue sky with his hands behind his back.

"I don't care about anything else, the fertilizer plant can't afford to lose!"

As soon as Cai Baojian picked up the phone, he heard the angry voice of the old yellow head.

"Yes, I give you a military warrant, absolutely guarantee the Jichun factory!" Cai Baojian subconsciously got up and stood upright.

"It's not one, it's three, three!" The old yellow head finished yelling at the phone and buckled the microphone heavily.

"This old man, what are you smoking?" Cai Baojian licked his lips and shook his head, how many years has this old man not been so popular?

"My monthly ......," the old yellow head looked at the remaining twenty cigarettes in the barrel and wailed in distress......

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"Director Cai, I understand, well, it can't be delayed, you can ......rest assured" Tu Ziqiang put down the phone and leaned back comfortably.

"How?" Lin Weidong asked with concern, and Gong Weize's eyes were also staring at Tu Ziqiang.

"Director Cai asked the mutual aid cooperatives to ensure the preparation and supply ...... of the fertilizer plant," Tu Ziqiang said with a lazy stretch.

"That's good......" Lin Weidong nodded slowly.

"It was recruited by Shen Zude?" The cigarette ash on Gong Weize's fingers was already very long.

"Well, that's what he's right." Tu Ziqiang sneered, "Late to catch up and overtake them are all in a gang." ”

"And now are we?" Lin Weidong looked at Tu Ziqiang solemnly, "Reconciliation? ”

"Reconciliation?" Tu Ziqiang sneered, and slapped his palm on the table, "Lao Lin, do Shen Zude as soon as possible!" ”

"And will you?" Lin Weidong was a little hesitant.

"Now, it's equivalent to us pinching his eggs, and they are holding our milk ......" Tu Ziqiang grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, "Pulling milk and pulling can't kill people, pinching eggs will kill people!" ”

"Vulgar ......," Gong Wei snorted and laughed.

Lin Weidong thought for a long time and nodded slowly.

"Shen Zude's guilt is conclusive, on the ground of Jichun, what can he Sheng Jing do?" Tu Ziqiang spread his hands, "If there is another way, you won't make this ruthless move, right?" ”

"Then we ......" Lin Weidong's gaze gradually became firm.

"Lao Lin, it's up to you later." Tu Ziqiang held Lin Weidong's hand, "We'll drag him to death here, and you'll ...... there."

"Let's go, work ......" Gong Wei picked up the hat on the table and put it on upright, "Qiangzi, don't worry, Director Cai has expressed his position, the local area will definitely be unimpeded, and Lao Lin can do it in terms of rectification and patrol!" ”

"Qiangzi, let you see my old Lin's methods......" Lin Weidong's face changed dramatically, and he finally made up his mind with a big grin.

Tu Ziqiang smiled and sent Lin Weidong and Gong Wei to the gate of the factory, and did not forget to smile at Chi Chaochao who was squatting at the gate of the factory.

Looking at Chi Qianchao's expression like eating, Tu Ziqiang happily hummed a little song back to the workshop.

"Brother Qiangzi, or I'll get that kid out!" The third son quietly came over, gritted his teeth and said, "That kid has a bad stomach......

"Not to that point!" Tu Ziqiang patted Sanzi's shoulder, glanced at Biaozi standing on the side, and floated away.

"What do you mean?" The third son scratched his head and turned his head to look at Biaozi.

Biaozi's eyes showed a fierce light, and his cheeks collapsed tightly.

"Brother Qiangzi said, didn't it get to that point?" Biaozi turned his head and grinned, but he didn't bite the two words very hard.

"Oh......" Miko nodded slowly.