Seeing Wang Zhongqiu sleeping soundly with his head lowered, Director Chen couldn't help complaining, "You two really gave him too much to drink and fell asleep before he could finish talking, which delayed the important matter."

Lao Aixue explained: "Director Chen, don't let him drink too much. There are some things he won't say."

"Yes, my brother-in-law has always been strict with his words. He drinks too much, otherwise he wouldn't be able to say these things."

He Zhan is right, a strict mouth is a basic requirement for a secretary. If the mouth is as loose as the belt of an old woman, she will be eliminated long ago.

"It's a pity that he didn't say whether he was assigned by the county magistrate." Lao Aixue sighed.

Director Chen immediately made a "shh" gesture to tell everyone to shut up. His eyes indicated where to stand to see if Wang Zhongqiu was asleep.

He Zhan touched Wang Zhongqiu and saw that he was sleeping soundly. He responded with an "ok" gesture to Director Chen.

He also said: "There is no need to ask about this matter. It is obvious that Wang Zhongqiu is the secretary of County Magistrate Li. He took action personally. He must have been assigned by Magistrate Li. Director Chen, what should we do?"

Director Chen's brows knitted into a knot, he got up and walked around in the private room, saying decisively: "This is not the place to talk. Let's find a place to discuss it and then make a plan."

At this point, who was still in the mood to drink and eat? Director Chen asked He Zhan to send Wang Zhongqiu home, and then informed him of a place and asked He Zhan to rush there afterwards.

He Zhan drank and did not drive. He called a taxi, paid the driver more money, gave the address of Liu Ting's home, and asked the driver to take Wang Zhongqiu back there.

Wang Zhongqiu, who was sitting in the taxi, kept his eyes closed until the car drove to the downstairs of Liu Ting's house. The driver parked the car, opened the back seat door and prepared to help Wang Zhongqiu out.

As soon as his hand touched Wang Zhongqiu, he suddenly opened his eyes, which shocked the driver.

"Brother, are you... awake?" the driver asked tentatively.

"I'm fine." Wang Zhongqiu shook his head vigorously and said politely: "Thank you, I'll do it myself."

Then he got out of the car, stood up, and strode towards the door of the unit.

The taxi driver asked loudly behind him: "Do you want me to take you upstairs?"

Wang Zhongqiu walked coolly, waving his hands, opened the unit door and went in, and his figure disappeared instantly.

The taxi driver couldn't help but smile to himself. He didn't have to give it away. He would have gotten a hundred yuan for free. What a good thing.

As soon as he entered the unit door, Wang Zhongqiu took out the mobile phone hidden in his shirt pocket, fiddled with it a few times, and brought up the recording and playback function. When he heard Director Chen He Zhan and Lao Aixue's words, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing

Proud expression.

Yes, he didn't drink too much.

He used his blush after drinking to trick the three of them into pretending to be drunk and falling asleep.

The conversation between the three people has been secretly recorded, and it can basically be concluded that the problem reported by Huang Lixiang is indeed real.

Now, he can report to Li Yuanlang.

It's just that I need to take a long sleep and wait until my face returns to normal before reporting.

However, Wang Zhongqiu had just slept for about an hour when Li Yuanlang's call came.

"Mid-Autumn Festival, you have to do one thing first. I will send the content to your mobile phone. Follow the instructions above. There are still three thousand yuan left, so you can also keep it."

Wang Zhongqiu agreed, hung up the phone and opened WeChat. Sure enough, there was a transfer message of three thousand yuan, with a line typed by Li Yuanlang attached.

Let Wang Zhongqiu use the three thousand yuan to buy as much rice, noodles and cooking oil as he can.

After buying it, Wang Zhongqiu contacted Li Yuanlang and he took it away in his car.

Wang Zhongqiu was full of doubts and didn't know what the big county magistrate was buying so many things for.

Li Yuanlang lived alone in the guest house and ate the food provided by the host. He did not have to cook his own meal.

No more guessing. Wang Zhongqiu got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face. Liu Ting's mother also asked him if he would be eating at home tonight and what he wanted to eat so that she could prepare it in advance.

Wang Zhongqiu got dressed and told him before going out that he had to work for the county magistrate and could not decide.

Rushing to the largest supermarket in the county, Wang Zhongqiu bought a lot of rice, flour and oil for 3,000 yuan as required, and then contacted Li Yuanlang and sent the location.

Within half an hour, Li Yuanlang drove his Tiguan and moved these things into the car with Wang Zhongqiu.

The trunk and back seat were piled high. Li Yuanlang clapped his hands and closed the car door. He said to Wang Zhongqiu: "Get up early tomorrow. I will pick you up at five o'clock. I will go out with you to do some errands. Remember to wear more clothes."

A little bit, it’s cold in the morning.”

Wang Zhongqiu did not ask further questions and just followed Yuen Long's instructions.

In order not to sleep past the station, Wang Zhongqiu specially set the alarm clock on his mobile phone, got up at 4:30 in the morning, finished washing, and went downstairs five minutes early.

It was very cold in the winter morning. Wang Zhongqiu was wearing thick clothes, but he was stomping his feet from the cold. After waiting for a while, Li Yuanlang's car arrived.

After getting into the car, Wang Zhongqiu suddenly discovered that besides those things, there were two large brooms in the back seat of the car.

Only then did he curiously ask: "County Magistrate, are you going to sweep the road?"

Li Yuanlang smiled and nodded, "Let's go to express condolences to the sanitation workers now."

Wang Zhongqiu suddenly realized that no wonder Li Yuanlang bought so much rice, flour and oil, it was just to comfort them.

However, when he thought that these were all paid for by the county magistrate himself and not a penny from the government, Wang Zhongqiu couldn't help but respect Li Yuanlang.

There were no leaders from relevant departments accompanying him, and no one remembered to take photos with him. There were only two people, Li Yuanlang and Wang Zhongqiu.

Without being pretentious, as ordinary people, braving the biting cold wind early in the morning, how many county magistrates can there be? They are rare and rare.

It's five o'clock and it's still dark.

Scattered sanitation workers have appeared on the streets of the county town.

Wearing orange clothes with reflective strips and a blue mask, he swept the streets with a broom.

Li Yuanlang parked the car on the side of the road, and started working with Wang Zhongqiu together with a broom.

This is the largest street in the county, and a man and a woman are working.

Seeing Li Yuanlang and Wang Zhongqiu, the woman came over and asked: "Two comrades, what are you..."

Li Yuanlang wore a mask and a cotton hat on his head. In addition, it was very cold in winter, the temperature was extremely low, and there was frost on his eyebrows. No one could see his true face. How could anyone know that this was the county magistrate?

As he was sweeping, he responded: "We are volunteers, helping you to work."

"Volunteers?" the woman said in a daze: "I have never seen volunteers help us sweep the road. You are the first."

While they were talking, the man also came over. Knowing that Li Yuanlang and the others were doing good things, he not only gave him a thumbs up, but also kept saying words of thanks.

While working, Li Yuanlang started chatting with the man.

The man is sixty-two years old this year, and the woman is his wife.

The old couple came to the county town from the countryside to accompany their grandson to school. Because they are farmers without pensions, they just looked for this job.

Each person earns 1,500 yuan a month, and the two of them make a total of 3,000 yuan. Although it is not much, it is enough for life. Moreover, I can also pick up some garbage and sell it for some money, so my life is not bad.

"Where are the child's parents?" Li Yuanlang asked.

"They all went to work in other places. It's almost the Chinese New Year. I can get my train ticket tomorrow and get home the day after tomorrow." When he mentioned his son, the man's eyes were full of kindness and expectation.

Through the conversation, Li Yuanlang also learned.

These street sweepers are not regular workers of the sanitation department. It is inappropriate to say that they are temporary workers and should be called subcontractors.

The formal wages of the workers in the county sanitation department are more than 4,000 yuan. If you spend 1,500 yuan to hire people to sweep the streets for them, you can still have two or three thousand yuan left in vain by doing nothing. Why not do it.

"Are there many people like you?"

Upon hearing Li Yuanlang's question, the man pointed to the figure of a street sweeper in the distance and said, "They are all regular workers who sweep the streets. It's dirty and tiring. We do it for them."

"Oh." Li Yuanlang nodded slightly and started thinking.

After accompanying the old couple to clear this section of the road, Li Yuanlang was sweating all over.

After resting for a while, he and Wang Zhongqiu took out a box of rice, a ten-pound bag of white flour and a ten-pound bucket of soybean oil from the car and gave them to them.

The old couple said they didn't want anything, they already worked for us, so why should there be any reason to ask for other people's things?

Li Yuanlang and Wang Zhongqiu tried hard to persuade them, but the old couple finally accepted the offer and thanked them profusely.

Looking at the back of the white Tiguan leaving, the woman couldn't help but shake her head and admired: "Old man, you also said that these days there are fewer and fewer good people and more and more bad people. Did you see how good these two are?

The living Bodhisattva is alive.”

The man did not respond directly to his wife's words, but murmured to himself: "That person just now looked familiar to me. I seem to have seen him somewhere? Where have I seen him before?"
Chapter completed!