Yang Jun parked the car and got in with two buckets of milk powder.
"Hey, hey, you comrade, what about you, have you registered and are you going to get in?"
Just as Yang Jun was about to go in, the old man guarding the door stuck his head out of the window and shouted.
"Hey, uncle, you are on duty. You don't recognize me anymore. I am the one who came to give gifts to Director Wang last time."
Yang Jun turned around, put the two buckets of milk powder on the ground, pulled out a cigarette and handed them over with a smile.
"It's your boy." The gatekeeper recognized him at a glance.
The last time Yang Jun came to see Aunt Wang, he had two chickens in a snakeskin bag, and the two ducks told him they were there to give gifts. At that time, the old man was particularly impressed by him.
The old man took the cigarette, put it under his nose, smelled it, and then clamped it to his ear.
Yang Jun saw this and quickly lit a fire for him.
"Uncle, I have to smoke it morning and night. I'll order it for you."
The old man couldn't refuse the kindness, so he had to take off the cigarette from his ear, hold it in his mouth, and put his head forward.
Yang Jun shook the match stem, threw it away, then pulled out another one and placed it on the table in front of him.
"Uncle, may I register?"
Yang Jun looked at the registration book in front of him and said with a smile.
"roll."
The uncle rolled his eyes, waved his hand, and told him to get out of here like he was swatting away flies.
"Okay, see you later."
Seeing this, Yang Jun picked up the milk powder on the ground with a smile and walked towards the yard.
Yang Jun was not angry because of his uncle's attitude toward him. On the contrary, he was very happy.
People like this who work in public institutions are very difficult to deal with. No matter how powerful you are, it will be difficult to be accommodating to them.
As the saying goes, the king of hell is more difficult to deal with than the devil, and he is talking about people like the janitor.
As the first checkpoint, they are particularly difficult to deal with despite having no position or power.
If you dare to show off your authority and shame on them, they will let you know what it means to be so far away.
Obviously this leader works in an office building, but he has to tell you that he is on a business trip and will not be back until three to five days. When you come back next time, they will tell you that you are there by mistake and that the leader has gone on an inspection and asked you to
come back next time.
After several attempts, the person handling the matter realized that he had offended someone.
So, in the end, they had to put down their dignity and apologize to the doorman, saying all they could to say good things.
Yang Jun came to the office door of Wang Xuemei, director of the subdistrict office, and knocked on the door.
"Come in!"
Aunt Wang's impatient voice came from inside, and it was obvious that Aunt Wang was troubled.
If it were anyone else, today would not be the best time to see Wang Xuemei because she was angry, but Yang Jun was different. Aunt Wang regarded him as her nephew, and there was no such thing as looking at his face.
"Aunt Wang, who made you angry again? Tell me and I will help you get out of it."
Yang Jun first opened the door a little crack and stuck his head in to inquire about the situation.
"You brat, you're so sneaky, you don't look like a big factory director. Come in quickly."
Wang Xuemei originally had a bad look on her face, but when she saw Yang Jun, she immediately frowned with joy.
"Junzi, you still feel sorry for me. With your coming, all my troubles have been solved."
Wang Xuemei hurriedly came out from behind the desk to greet him, immediately took the two buckets of milk powder from his hand, and happily hid them in the cabinet of the desk.
"Aunt Wang, does my godson have no milk to eat and can't eat enough? If you are short of milk powder, tell me. There is too much to say. Two barrels a month is still no problem."
"Junzi, I don't dare to blame your Aunt Wang for this matter. I take this matter seriously. I will go to your house to get milk powder every month." Wang Xuemei said seriously with a serious look on her face.
"Aunt Wang, don't go to my house. I will deliver it to you personally when the time comes."
Yang Jun sat down on the sofa and began to turn over the tea leaves on the coffee table.
There were many people who came to ask Aunt Wang for help. They didn't dare to give anything else, but a few taels of tea was fine, so there were more than a dozen tea jars of various sizes placed under the coffee table.
Yang Jun took a look and saw that they were all ordinary tea, and some were even moldy.
"Stop looking for it. There is no tea you like to drink. All the good tea has been taken away by your Uncle Li."
Wang Xuemei poured him a glass of boiled water and placed it in front of him.
"It's not a good taste."
Yang Jun smacked his lips, took a box of Biluochun, opened the lid and smelled it, and finally put it back.
Boiled water is good, it's better than drinking moldy tea.
"Next time you come, I will leave you two boxes of good tea." Wang Xuemei said.
"Thank you, Aunt Wang." Yang Jun moved his buttocks, sat far away from Wang Xuemei, lit a cigarette and started smoking.
"I came here today just to ask what's going on with the Jia Zhang family?" Yang Jun asked with a frown.
"Jia Zhang? Don't mention it, I'm worried about this matter." Wang Xuemei's face sank, and she patted the coffee table angrily.
"Several uncles and neighbors from your hospital have come to me in turns over the past two days to complain, asking our street office to take care of Jia and Zhang."
"Aunt Wang, do you know whether this Jia Zhang is really sick or is pretending to be sick?" Yang Jun said the question that had been pressing in his heart for so many days.
"Brain tumor, our neighborhood office decided to let her family take her back for recuperation based on the hospital's diagnosis."
"The hospital's medical certificate?" Yang Jun said to himself: "Is it possible that the diagnosis was wrong or that the medical certificate was originally fake?"
"What are you talking about? Is the diagnosis certificate fake? It's impossible. It also has the signature and seal of the hospital doctor. I'm afraid no doctor would dare to commit fraud, right?"
Wang Xuemei said doubtfully. By the end, she became more and more convinced that what Yang Jun said made sense.
Judging from the reactions of the people in the courtyard, Mrs. Jia Zhang does not look sick at all. You must know that brain tumor patients cannot be as energetic as her.
"Aunt Wang, no matter what, we can't let Jia and Zhang continue to make trouble like this. We must find a way."
"Then what do you think we should do?"
Yang Jun pondered for a moment and said: "Since Mrs. Jia Zhang relied on a medical certificate for medical parole, let's start with the medical certificate. Didn't she say she had a brain tumor? We will give her a comprehensive examination in the name of the street office.
, this is also about caring for the people."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Wouldn't it be clear by then whether it is a brain tumor or not?"
Wang Yuying felt that what Yang Jun said was very reasonable.
Previously, her thinking mode was limited. She always thought that Jia Zhang was a brain tumor patient, and she thought that this was the starting point for her work. If Yang Jun hadn't reminded her, she would have never doubted the medical certificate.
"Junzi, you are right. Regardless of the previous hospital diagnosis, we must give her a comprehensive examination in person."
Wang Xuemei seemed to have thought of something. She immediately stood up and took off her handbag from her desk. She turned back to Yang Jun and said,
"Let's go now. No matter what happens today, this matter must be resolved."
"Ah? Aunt Wang, I won't go. This is your street's business, so I won't get involved." Yang Jun said with a bitter face.
Wang Xuemei glared and said: "You brat, don't forget, you are the first master, who cares about your hospital's affairs?"
"I don't live in the courtyard anymore, this old man..." Yang Jun muttered a few words, his voice getting smaller and smaller.
"You brat, if you hadn't begged me to help you become a master, would I have cared about the bad things in your courtyard?"
The more Wang Xuemei talked, the angrier she became. She came over and pinched his ears and said, "You don't want to be a grandpa now? Don't forget where your mother still lives now? You can be a grandpa whether you are a grandpa or not, it's not up to you."
Wang Yuying twisted his ears and pulled him out.
"It hurts, it hurts... it's fallen off. If you twist it again, it will really fall off. Am I not worthy of being a master?"
Yang Jun covered his ears with his hands and looked at Wang Xuemei with a grimace.
Twisting ears is only for women.
This kind of patent does not distinguish between ages. Wang Yuying also likes to twist his ears, and Yi Qiushui also likes to twist his ears. He is really convinced by these women.
"If you hold me back, you will back off, you have a bad temper."
Wang Xuemei glanced at him, locked the office door, and went to the yard to call for help.
A few minutes later, Wang Xuemei led four or five young people over, holding a rope as thick as a thumb in their hands.
Several people got into two cars. Wang Xuemei waved to Yang Jun and motioned for him to follow.
Yang Jun ran two steps behind.
When passing by the guard's room, he threw the remaining half pack of cigarettes from the window on the table.
"Uncle, I'll come see you another day."
The old man sat there without saying anything and quietly covered it with the newspaper in his hand.
Went out of the street office.
Yang Jun immediately started the car and followed.
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It is said that Ma Juzi took the security department to Mentougou Village.
The car drove for two hours before arriving at Mentougou Village.
Ma Juzi got out of the car, asked about the home of the village party secretary Zhou Tieshan, and then asked someone to lead the way.
Two trucks entered the village and immediately attracted the attention of the villagers.
Although the villagers often see cars and buses, most of them are seen at the bus station at the entrance of the village, and those cars never enter the village.
Not only did these people drive trucks into the village, but they were all heavily armed and looked menacing. It looked like they were coming with bad intentions.
Curiosity about unknown things is always the driving force that drives people to explore.
The villagers followed the truck all the way to Zhou Tieshan's house.
The car drove directly to the door of Zhou Tieshan's house, and then there was a violent braking sound, and more than 20 people from the security department jumped out of the truck.
As soon as they got off the car, they rushed into Zhou Tieshan's house.
At this time, Zhou Tieshan was lying on the bed recovering from his injuries.
A few days ago, Yang Jun and Ma Juzi beat him so badly that he couldn't get out of bed for several days.
Two security guards lifted Zhou Tieshan off the bed and threw him into the yard.
"Zhou Tieshan, you led the villagers to block roads, rob people, and beat cadres. Is this the case?"
Zhao Haifeng grabbed Zhou Tieshan's collar and asked loudly.
"No...no such thing, I...I went to stop my daughter-in-law. I am a village cadre, how could I know the law and break it?"
Zhou Tieshan had seen this formation before. Seeing so many people armed with live ammunition, each one's eyes were red, as if they had some deep hatred. Their eyes wanted to eat him alive, and he was so frightened that he could not speak incoherently.
"You still don't admit it. We have a witness who saw you leading the villagers to block the road and rob people."
"I don't have one. Someone can testify for me. We went to stop my daughter-in-law Zhou Miaomiao." Zhou Tieshan explained in a panic, and pointed at the people who went with him that day in the yard, wanting them to come out and testify.
"Hey, are there any accomplices? Whoever they are, come forward to me."
Zhao Haifeng raised his eyes and looked around the crowd.
When the villagers saw this posture, how could they dare to stand up?
Several of them had already exited the yard neatly.
