Yang Jun didn't expect that Geng Zhi, who was almost sixty years old, would have such skills.

If it weren't for Guo Monkey sacrificing an arm, he really wouldn't have been able to catch him.

Yang Jun asked Guo Monkey to lie down and comforted: "Brother Guo, no matter what, your arm is gone because I am doing things for me, and I will be responsible for you to the end, so let's wait for you to recover from your injury, how about I arrange a job for you in the rolling mill, and then apply for disability allowance for you?"

Everyone listened to Yang Jun's words, and all of them were excited, especially Guo Monkey's tears of excitement flowed out.

This arm was finally not lost in vain, and it was worth exchanging an arm for an iron rice bowl.

They came all the way from the countryside to come here, just to mix up the future, or to put it in layman's terms, to find a long-term job.

Some people stay in the countryside all their lives without getting ahead, dealing with the yellow earth every day, tired and tired of not filling their stomachs, let alone an arm, even if this life is gone, as long as they can find an iron job for their parents, children, wives and children, they are willing.

"Director Yang, I thank you for the Guo Monkey family." He Dazhuang said excitedly.

"Thank you, Director Yang." The other militiamen bowed to Yang Jun one after another.

"Brothers, don't do this, I am very grateful that you can come to help me, if you do this again, I will really be ashamed."

Yang Jun helped them up one by one, speechless in shame.

Then, he took out five hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it to He Dazhuang.

"Captain He, this is a little bit of my personal heart, you can buy them some nutritional supplements."

"This ...... This is not in accordance with the rules, we reached an agreement at the beginning, we will help you do things, you promised to give two job places, and now it is like this, we can only blame us for not being good at learning, and you are not to blame."

He Dazhuang saw that Yang Jun made such a big deal of money, he thought that this was the condition they had agreed before, and now that Guo Monkey was injured, it was no wonder that Yang Jun was wrong, so he couldn't accept this money if he said anything.

"Yes, Director Yang, you can take it back."

Although the other militiamen were jealous of the money, they all felt that it was not in accordance with the rules, so they all took it for granted that they did not want the money.

"Okay, don't shirk it, this money is not for you, it's for a few injured brothers to buy some nutritional supplements, besides, if you don't accept this money, I won't be happy in my heart."

Yang Jun looked at Guo Monkey, who had lost an arm, and said, "You don't want this money, but you also have to think about it for the Guo brothers' family, right?" Therefore, do not shirk."

Yang Jun did not allow them to refuse, and insisted on keeping the money.

He saw that He Dazhuang didn't accept it, so he stuffed it directly under Guo Monkey's pillow.

"Director Yang, I thank you for the monkey family."

He Dazhuang, a five-foot man, bowed to him with red eyes.

"Brother He, don't be like this, I've always been unhappy in my heart." Yang Jun stepped forward to help him up.

"Brother He, that's the case, didn't I promise you two job quotas before, in addition to Brother Monkey, I promised to give you two more places, even if I make up for my debt to you." ….

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"Four places?" He Dazhuang excitedly shook Yang Jun's hand and said, "Director Yang, what you said is true?"

"Well, it's true, you heard me right, you go back and tell me the personnel list, and I'll do the rest."

In order to make up for the guilt he felt for them, Yang Jun had to give them two more job places, so that five of the ten of them could stay in the city to eat commercial grain.

As for which people could stay in the city and eat commercial food, it was up to them to decide.

"Thank you, Director Yang."

He Dazhuang thanked them in unison.

After chatting about business, Yang Jun left the ward.

He came to the front outpatient building.

Wang Xuemei and her group had already arrived, and they were standing at the entrance of the hospital waiting.

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As soon as the army arrived at the door, he saw from a distance that Yan Bugui, the third master, was leading a group of young men to swagger towards this side.

Yan Jiefang was pulling the cart in front, and Liu Guangfu and Liu Guangtian and the other four young men in the courtyard were pushing the cart behind.

Qin Huairu followed behind them.

Jia Zhang's body kept twisting on the cart, and his mouth let out a whining sound.

When the third master saw Wang Xuemei, he immediately ran over, he squinted his little eyes and said,

"Director Wang, we brought the Jia Zhang clan here, please instruct."

Wang Xuemei waved her hand and said, "Old Yan, don't fix those false things, just carry people in."

"Gotcha!"

The third master answered, and then beckoned Yan Jiefang to park the car at the door.

Lifting the quilt on Jia Zhang's body, a foul smell came to his nose, and everyone covered their noses and retreated.

"Woo!"

As soon as Jia Zhang saw the sun, he immediately protested.

She kept staring at the frame, her eyes rolling up and down, begging passers-by for help.

The people in the hospital, who had never seen such a peculiar way of seeking medical treatment, gathered around.

They pointed at Jia Zhang's family, and they had never seen anyone tied up to see a doctor.

At this time, the crowd of onlookers increased, and the gate of the hospital was soon blocked.

Wang Xuemei motioned to the people who came with her to maintain order at the scene and clear a way as soon as possible.

Without Wang Xuemei's instructions, the three masters spontaneously took out two wooden sticks from the car and inserted them directly into the rope sleeve, in groups of two.

"One, two, up!"

With the shouting of the three masters.

Yan liberated the four of them and lifted Jia Zhang's off the cart.

Before the three masters came, the people from the street office had already made an appointment with the doctor who treated the disease in advance, and opened the list for filming.

In order to make this authoritative diagnosis, Vice President Zhao of the hospital personally went out and took two attending doctors to begin various examinations on Jia Zhang.

I originally wanted to loosen the tie for Jia Zhang's family, but I was afraid that she would make a fuss, so I didn't untie it.

Yan Jiefang and the four of them directly carried Jia Zhang's to the computer room to shoot a film, but they encountered a little problem when carrying the irradiation table.

Because the irradiation table was a bit high, Yan Jiefang and the four of them couldn't lift it.

In the end, it was with the help of the people from the street office that Jia Zhang's family was moved.

Jia Zhang's saw that he was going to make a film on his head, and the fuss became even worse.

Her fat body writhed, and she kept rolling over, trying to roll off the illuminator. ….

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In the end, the third master came up with a way to fix her on the irradiation table with a rope in order to shoot the film smoothly.

After the film is filmed.

Vice President Zhao watched the film as soon as possible.

He looked over and over again, and the wrinkles on his forehead deepened and deepened.

"Director Wang, are you mistaken, this person doesn't have a brain tumor?"

"Vice President Zhao, please take a closer look."

Wang Xuemei said with a smile on her face.

It seemed that this result was expected, and after such a fuss, she didn't believe that Jia Zhang was pretending to be sick.

Deputy Zhao didn't watch the film, but handed the film to the other two attending doctors, and then said with a serious face,

"Director Wang, whether there is a tumor in the brain, it is clear on the film, I dare to guarantee with my more than 30 years of medical career, this person has never had a brain tumor, and her body is even stronger than that of a young man."

"Dean Zhao is right, this person really doesn't have a tumor in his head, let alone making a film, even if he looks at it with the naked eye, he doesn't look sick."

The attending doctor who was standing next to him said.

The smile on Wang Xuemei's face was even stronger.

Verified again, she already knew it in her heart.

"Dean Zhao, since this person is not sick,

Please ask your hospital to issue a medical certificate, and I will go back and pay for it."

"Okay, I'll get a medical certificate right away."

Deputy Zhao Yuan turned around and handed over to the attending doctor to open a diagnosis, and then he pointed to Jia Zhang and said,

"Director Wang, please ask her who gave her a fake certificate, and you must tell me when you go back that people like this without medical ethics are not worthy of our industry."

Before Jia Zhang's came, Wang Xuemei told Vice President Zhang about Jia Zhang's situation.

When Vice President Zhao heard this, he was immediately so angry that he had to get angry, shouting that he must find out this black-hearted doctor.

"Dean Zhao, don't worry, even if you don't explain, I won't let that doctor go, I actually let this scourge back for money, as long as I find him out, I will definitely not let him have a good time."

Afterwards, Wang Xuemei whispered a few words to a young man next to her, asking him to bring the doctor who issued a fake certificate to Jia Zhang.

The young man nodded, turned back and beckoned his two colleagues to hurry away.

"Old Yan, I have to trouble you to send Jia Zhang's family to the street office for me."

Wang Xuemei hurriedly walked out of the computer room and said to the three masters.

"No problem, Director Wang, leave this matter to me." The third master said with a smile.

gave Yan Jiefang a look at them, and then a few people lifted Jia Zhang from the machine room to the board car.

Since hearing the doctor's diagnosis, Jia Zhang has been lying there quietly without saying a word.

She knew in her heart that her pretending to be sick was completely exposed, and even the doctor who had helped her was affected.

At this time, not to mention how much regret she felt in her heart, she had successfully returned to the courtyard, and if she hadn't died by herself, she wouldn't have attracted public anger.

Her bowels are now repentant, and if God gives her another chance, she will definitely be like a dog with her tail tightly between her legs and not coming out.

But there is no regret medicine sold in the world, and it is too late to say anything at this time.

After leaving the hospital, Yang Jun did not go to the street office with Wang Xuemei, but went to the headquarters of the Art Troupe.

Seeing that the day after tomorrow, Yang Liu is about to enlist in the army, he must find Qian Jiajia to verify the situation so as not to make any mistakes.

When he arrived at the place, Yang Jun took out his work permit and registered.

After the guards verified his information, they made a call to the guard room.

It looked like it was about ten minutes.

From a distance, I saw Qian Jiajia running towards him.

"Yo, big factory director, what kind of wind is blowing you to my little temple today?"

Qian Jiajia asked with a smile behind her back with her hands behind her back.

Yang Jun looked up and down at Qian Jiajia, who was wearing a military uniform.

Although she deliberately held her breath and controlled her breathing rate, Yang Jun could still guess that she was running over.

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