In the office, after Zhong Zhenbei finished calling, everyone almost looked over and looked stunned.

"...Wang Ke, you have parents too. My grandfather is gone. On the morning of the 7th day of the 7th year of the 19th century, I was here to make things for you! I also have emotions. Can you let me adjust it?!" Zhong Zhenbei clenched his fists and asked at Wang Ke.

"You can do it!" Wang Ke glanced at Zhong Zhenbei with his back, then turned around and left.

I don’t know when, in this system, a strange phenomenon occurs, that is, idle people can die of idleness and busy people can die of being busy. But this is not a deformity, because this is how society is like this. If you have a deputy, you will have a chief, and you will have no tricks if you are not satisfied!

But this does not mean that Zhong Zhenbei must or must give gifts to the section chief, but let’s give an example. If he invites the section chief to have a meal, sing, and makes friends if he has nothing to do. Then will the extra work be embarrassed when the section chief delivers to Zhong Zhenbei? Do you think that Zhong Zhenbei may not finish all these extra work and will stay up late?

This is not a target, but when the section chief assigned a task to Zhong Zhenbei, he did not expect that Zhong Zhenbei would not have completed it.

But doesn’t Zhong Zhenbei understand this? He must have understood that he has been working for so long, and he can see the fools, but Zhong Zhenbei really doesn’t have the money, so he can arrange for the section chief!

What should I do?

He can only work more and be tolerant! But people are afraid of getting used to it. At the beginning, they may feel embarrassed if they use you! But when you do more and be tolerant and make them feel that this is a habit, one day, if you don’t do it for him, he will immediately scold you.

Not only leaders, but also colleagues at the same level! This is human nature, bad nature, and it is difficult to erase!

...

That night, Zhong Zhenbei stayed up all night and handled all the work in his hand. He took a bus back to Hunchun early the next morning and immediately found the neighborhood committee.

The neighborhood committee members opened relevant information for Zhong Zhenbei, and then he took the information and went to the police station again!

"You can't do this! I can't issue you a certificate." The clerk at the office waved his hand and replied.

"Why can't you do it?" Zhong Zhenbei was stunned for a long time and asked incredible.

"Your grandpa is gone, how can I issue a certificate for you?! Can he sign?" The police station asked with his hands spread out.

"No, I didn't want the current minimum living allowance! I want the previous minimum living allowance! Why can't I get it?" Zhong Zhenbei was very puzzled about a simple proof, but he suffered such twists and turns!

"...You have to understand that the minimum living security government is not sent to you, but to your grandfather! Even if you send it again, you have to sign it himself! Or, if you find the certificate we issued to you before, you can directly collect it because there is his signature on it. You can go to the civil affairs leadership. Do you understand?" The police station asked with a frown.

"...It costs more than 20,000 yuan in total. You pushed me and ran away for a month. Finally, I told me that I can't send it! Then I came to ask you before, why didn't you say it?" Zhong Zhenbei stood outside the glass window, staring at him and asked.

"You didn't ask me either! I thought you were the agent."

...

Ten minutes later, Zhong Zhenbei left the police station.

"Hey, hey, buddy, wait a while!" Suddenly, a young man dressed in a smooth manner, shaved the pot cover and chased Zhong Zhenbei and shouted.

"What's wrong?" Zhong Zhenbei turned around in confusion and asked.

"If you want to apply for a minimum living allowance, do you need a certificate?" The young man smiled and pulled Zhong Zhenbei to the side.

"Ah, what's wrong?" Zhong Zhenbei asked again.

"Isn't it a lot of trouble?" the young man asked with a smile again.

"You tell me the matter."

"The policeman who just did the work for you, we are buddies! You gave me 5,000 yuan and I'll go to help you. It's less than two o'clock in the afternoon, and I guess you can get the minimum living allowance in the evening!" The young man took a sip of mineral water and said in a low voice.

"I can't even do it as his grandson, can you do it?" Zhong Zhenbei asked with his eyebrows frowned.

"Haha, don't I know people? I'm making this money specifically. Do you think I can do it?" the young man smiled.

"He said my grandfather is dead and I can't sign it! Do you have a way to let my grandfather sign it?" Zhong Zhenbei asked with his teeth gritted.

"Fuck, your grandfather is alive and signed! You don't want to get this money in less than three or five months! If you are all so easy to deal with, why do you have to do with us? Haha, do you think this is the reason?" The young man lit Zhong Zhenbei's chest and then whispered: "I know people from the Civil Affairs Bureau. As long as your grandfather has existed and is indeed qualified to get a minimum living allowance, it has nothing to do with signing. I'm just a phone call!"

"…!" Zhong Zhenbei gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"How is it? Can you do it?"

"I'll do your mother! I want to have money, do I still need to apply for a minimum living allowance?" Zhong Zhenbei roared angrily, tore up the first-hand information, and then turned around and left.

No one knows why Zhong Zhenbei, who has been kind to others since childhood, stood on the street, cursing like a madman, and his roar was like eternity, floating at the door of the police station here for a long time.

"Fuck, isn't this crazy?" The young man spat in contempt, then carried a water bottle in his back and continued to enter the supermarket next to the police station, looking for someone to play poker.

...

The other end.

Li Yingji's friend Xiao Cui entertained a lot of people singing on KTV at night.

When the winery was in the middle of the night, Xiao Cui and a young man went to the bathroom. The two of them started chatting while peeing inside.

"Hey, how is your brother's confused case? I heard that he has fired a shot!" Xiao Cui asked tentatively with a red face.

"I'm in the detention center. An old man died. It's not easy to deal with anyway. Brother Dong and Brother Wen Guo are helping him run!" The young man stood shakingly next to the urinary pond and replied in a mouthful of alcohol.

"Damn, this matter is quite incredible! Brother He has entered, why are you still doing in Xiaodong's company?" Xiao Cui asked again.

"Why don't you do it? I have been with my brother for many years? When he goes in, it won't affect me! I know all the people from the upper class!" The young man replied proudly.

"Ah!" Xiao Cui nodded, then he saw that the young man had started bragging, and he was no longer indulging in the air. He asked simply and brutally: "Hey, some time ago, I helped your brother deliver food to others. Those people seemed to come from other places... It looks so fierce! What? Is that a profession that Brother Dong has raised?"

"Have you ever delivered the meal?" the young man drank in a daze, and his eyes were straightened.

"Fuck, why haven't you sent it to me? Your brother has to call me and ask me to deliver food..." Xiao Cui seemed to be talking about a real thing.

ps: There is another chapter, posted before nine o'clock!
Chapter completed!