Chapter 17 Director Wang of the Subdistrict Office
Yang Jun plans to install a separate water meter for his home. After all, his home will use more water than others in the future. In order to avoid others taking advantage of this, it is necessary to install a separate water meter.
Yang Jun first determined the route of the water pipe with Lao Wu, and then after some further instructions, he returned to the old house alone.
I walked to the front door with a bag in my arms, first went to the second uncle's house, handed me a cigarette, lit a fire, and explained my purpose of coming, that it would be renovated recently, and I apologized for the inconvenience.
The second uncle was very happy that Yang Jun could find him first, which meant that he was valued and treated as a leader, so he waved his hand and said that he would just decorate and let him know if there was anything he needed.
Then Yang Jun went to the deaf old lady's house. He first chatted with her for a while, and then apologized repeatedly. The old lady didn't say whether she agreed or not. She kept asking "What did you say?" and "I can't hear you."
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Yang Jun didn't know if she was really deaf or pretending not to hear. Anyway, she said hello. If you don't agree, why don't I stop decorating?
Yang Jun's family visited one by one, and the neighbors also showed their greatest sincerity to the young man who had just returned from the army. They all said it didn't matter and let him decorate.
After visiting the residents in the backyard, he said hello to Lao Wu and walked out of the yard alone.
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Street Office.
"Hello, uncle, I'm looking for Director Wang."
Yang Jun handed the old concierge a cigarette and greeted him very politely.
The old concierge was wearing a faded military uniform and a military coat. It was obvious that he was a veteran.
I saw him looking up and down, staring at the woven bag in Yang Jun's hand, and asked in a tone of scrutinizing the prisoner,
"What do you want from Director Wang?"
"I want to say that I'm here to give a gift to Director Wang, will you let me in?" Yang Jun came over and asked jokingly in a low voice.
"snort!"
The old man sneered and blew out a puff of smoke, as if the old god was there.
"Boy, are you playing tricks on me?" The old man didn't wait for him to speak, and then said to himself,
"I wouldn't choose a place like this to give gifts to the boss. Unless I'm crazy, go in."
"Thank you."
Yang Jun glanced at the concierge and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.
After working in the team for more than ten years, they know all about the exchange of favors. If you rashly carry your things and ask to see the leader, the guard at the gate will definitely not let you in. The more openly you give gifts to the leader,
The concierge has to weigh the importance of this more and more.
Giving gifts blatantly shows that the person has a lot of background. How dare you, a small concierge, to offend someone? If a leader learns that the eggs he got have flown, why shouldn't he take action on you?
Yang Jun deliberately made his words ambiguous so that he could achieve his goal without losing the uncle's face.
The concierge is very old. He has walked on more bridges than roads, and has eaten more salt than rice. He has become mature with age. He has already seen Yang Jun's tricks, and he didn't say anything about it.
Naturally, the words he said to himself later were meant for outsiders to listen to.
Yang Jun knocked on the door of Director Wang's office of the subdistrict office.
"Come in!"
Push the door open and enter.
"Aunt Wang, are you busy?" Yang Jun greeted with a smile on his face.
"Who are you?"
Sitting behind the desk was a middle-aged woman in her forties, wearing a navy blue cotton coat with a red badge on her chest. She had short, ear-length hair and looked smart and capable.
"Aunt Wang, please take a closer look."
Yang Jun came closer and said with a playful smile.
"You are Yang...gui, no, no, you are a soldier?" Director Wang exclaimed in surprise.
Aunt Wang came out from behind the desk, grabbed Yang Jun's hand, looked excited, and said angrily: "Your boy and your father are just like the same mold, otherwise I wouldn't recognize you.
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"Your mother and her younger sisters have had a hard life in the past ten years. If your father were still here..."
As Aunt Wang spoke, her eyes suddenly turned red and she looked like she was about to cry. She couldn't help crying when she mentioned her old friend.
Director of the Subdistrict Office Wang Xuemei and her mother Wang Yuying are close friends and have a very good relationship. Yang Jun and Aunt Wang's son Li Jianguo have also been good buddies since childhood. The two families have a very good relationship and are like a family.
Wang Yuying's job of pasting matchboxes was also given special attention by Wang Xuemei. Otherwise, it would be impossible to earn pocket money to support the family.
"When my father passed away, I was on a mission and couldn't make it back..." Yang Jun heard this, his eyes turned red, and he suddenly felt sad.
When his father fell ill, he was performing a secret mission in the Northeast. It was already two months later when he received the telegram of his death. Later, due to the confidentiality requirements of the mission, he was quarantined for another half a year. Later, due to his busy work,
The reason is that I never took time to go home.
Over the years, he has sent money home every month. Perhaps only these meager sums can alleviate his inner guilt for this family.
"Hey, let the past be bygones. Your mother came to see me yesterday and heard that she had changed her job to work in our steel rolling mill?" Wang Xuemei wiped the tears from the corners of Yang Jun's eyes and asked with concern.
"Yes, Aunt Wang, the organization assigned me to the steel rolling mill. From now on, I will have more time to take care of my family."
"That's good, that's good."
Wang Xuemei nodded, looking relieved.
"I heard from my mother that Brother Jianguo will give birth to a fat grandson for you?" Yang Jun saw that the atmosphere was a bit heavy, so he quickly changed the topic.
"Hey, don't mention him. Counting this newborn boy, there are three of us. Junzi, can you tell me whether you can afford to raise him in the future? You won't be able to be a bachelor by then?" When Wang Xuemei mentioned the newborn child, she immediately
A sad look on his face.
Although Wang Xuemei said she was worried, she would have almost taken it seriously if Yang Jun hadn't inadvertently seen the proud smile on her lips.
These days, children are an important indicator of the prosperity of a family, and boys are the backbone of the family. Although the life of a family of three boys is a bit more stressful, their lives are bright.
"Aunt Wang, with you and Uncle Li taking care of you, plus brother Jianguo, there are three people in the family working, let alone three kids. Even if there are three more kids, we can afford to support them."
Yang Jun pretended to sigh and said angrily to Wang Xuemei.
"I'm the same age as Brother Jianguo, and he's already a brat. Now that I'm single, there's no need for you to show off in front of me."
"You brat, I won't show off to you in front of anyone else, Auntie Wang. Are we still different from each other? The three boys who built the country are not your godsons?"
"Yes, yes, they are all my godsons." Yang Jun said with a wry smile.
"I'll find time to visit my three godsons another day. It's been a long time since I had a drink with Brother Jianguo."
Yang Jun also missed Li Jianguo a little. Putting aside his comrades in his more than ten years of military career, Li Jianguo was not the only good friend in these four-nine cities.
"Okay, then it's settled. I'll come over some other time. Your Uncle Li and I are waiting for you at home."
