Chapter 471 Secretary General of Individual Association
Outside Guoji braised food shop
A group of children and a few adults were chatting and waiting for the door to open.
"Fat Aunt, what time is it?"
The fat aunt looked at her watch: "It's already three and a half, what's going on today?"
It has been almost two months since it opened, and Guoji Braised Food has never been open again.
“Isn’t it closed?!”
"Impossible, the business is so good. I didn't see the big gold chain around my second son's neck. It's at least eighty or ninety grams thick, and it costs almost seven or eight thousand..."
"You can't stand being punished every day. Hey, why didn't you see Gongshang Sun today?"
"Crunch...."
The door of the braised food shop was opened, and Guo Xiaohai, the second-in-command, scanned the outside.
The sun is rising in the west, but the grandson of Sun Gongshang is not here?!
I walked outside the store and looked outside the alley, but I didn't see the short figure.
Weird!
He remembered that at 3 o'clock yesterday, the fine was fined, and the grandson was still asking him to make corrections, and he would come for inspection today.
If Wang Lidong hadn't warned him, he would have really wanted to find an opportunity to make a sack along the way.
I thought to myself, this turtle grandson must be in trouble...
When I was about to enter the store, I saw two big hats walking not far away.
His grandma's.
I was in a good mood just now, but I immediately went back to it.
"Boy, the door is open."
One of the big caps waved the handbag in his hand and said hello, "Why, aren't you welcome to me?"
Damn, you know and still ask.
Guo Xiaohai squeezed out a smile:
"No way. Lao Liu, Xiao Shu, what kind of wind has brought you here? Come in quickly and sit down in the office."
Although he is a police officer, he is also a violent agency. He is more ruthless than the supplier and tax collector, and he cannot afford to offend him.
After entering the reception room, I made two cups of hot tea for the two of them, took out cigarettes, and took a walk.
"Peony, what a nice smoke." Lao Liu took the cigarette and put it under his nose and took a sniff.
At the current time, senior cadres smoke Peony, grassroots cadres smoke Xiangshan, the working class earns 23 cents, and the poor and lower-middle peasants enjoy the cannon roll. He usually smokes Xiangshan and Beihai at home. There is no way, he has given birth to too many babies, and the burden is too heavy
.
The second child opened a drawer, took out 4 packages of peonies, and stuffed two packages into each person.
"Come to my store today...?
The two police officers were not polite and put away their cigarettes. Lao Liu said:
"It's not a big deal. It's almost the end of the year. The higher-ups have issued documents to clean up and rectify the foreign population. I heard that you have hired a few helpers here. Where are they from?"
Guo Xiaohai breathed a sigh of relief, opened the drawer, took out the employee registration form, and handed it to Lao Liu:
"There are six of them in total. They are either relatives of my family or relatives of Xiaoweizi's family. They are all from the capital and are registered."
Lao Liu took the booklet, glanced at it, and then said to the second child:
"Call all the people over. By the way, ask them to bring their ID cards."
"There are currently five in the store, and one named Wang Hongqi is delivering goods outside."
Lao Liu took a puff of cigarette and flicked it in the ashtray:
"Then you ask those five to come over. When the other one comes back, you ask him to register at the office."
"Okay, wait a moment, I'll call them." Before leaving, he handed out a circle of cigarettes to the two policemen.
"Brother, two police officers are here."
Wang Lidong and Xiao Wei were settling accounts in the living room.
Today is the 1st. He is counting last month's sales, while Xiao Weizi is paying wages to several employees.
"Police officer?" Wang Lidong put down the pen in his hand, looked up at his second son and said, "What are you doing here?"
"You talk about rectifying the foreign population. You want me to call everyone in the store and check their ID cards. I think it's an excuse. They must be here to fight against the autumn wind. MD, it's a good thing that we are using our own people, otherwise we will be cheated again.
Dozens of dollars."
"Where are the people?"
"In the drawing room."
Wang Lidong stood up and said:
"Then let them watch together. You go and gather people, and I'll greet them."
"good."
Wang Lidong entered the conference room and greeted the two police officers.
One of them is an old acquaintance. It was Lao Liu and the current police station director who sent him to prison more than ten years ago.
"Lao Liu, is Qu Suo in good health?"
Lao Liu said with a smile: "My body is strong, but my age has reached a certain point and I will retire next year."
"Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, the music studio is almost retired. I still remember..."
After the two exchanged a few words, all the employees entered the reception room. It was packed to the rafters. Wang Lidong introduced:
"Don't be nervous, everyone. These two are comrades from our street police. They are here to check if there are any from other provinces."
When they heard that the investigation was about foreigners, several people breathed a sigh of relief.
"This is my cousin Guo Jinhua." Wang Lidong pointed to a middle-aged short and fat woman, "Auntie, show your ID card to these two comrades."
My cousin handed the ID card that she had held in her hand to Xiao Shu who stepped forward to check.
Xiao Shu looked at the ID card for a few seconds and nodded slightly.
"This is my third aunt named Wu Guizhi...cousin Guo Xiaoyuan...Xiao Weizi's cousin Xu Sanni..."
"Lao Liu, Lao Liu..."
A young man, sweating profusely, ran in outside the door, "The director asked you and Xiao Shu to go to the alley entrance immediately to maintain order."
Lao Liu put down his legs and asked: "What order should be maintained?"
"Five minutes ago, our district deputy senior official came to inspect the stewed stew restaurant in this alley. Now there are a lot of people crowded there. It's a bit chaotic, and the director is in a hurry to get angry."
Lao Liu stood up in a hurry, put out the cigarette in his hand, and picked up the big cap on the table: "Xiao Jiang, that's it for today."
Before he finished speaking, Lao Liu and the others ran out of the reception room in a hurry.
Wang Lidong signaled everyone in the room to disperse.
After closing the door, the second child couldn't help but said:
"Brother, did the letter you wrote work?"
Xiaoweizi said disdainfully:
"This is not nonsense, otherwise a big shot like a high-ranking district official would come to Cao Wei's store..."
"Brother, how about we go take a look now?"
"Okay, it's time to change your mind. Let's also see how our boss Cao is doing."
In less than half a minute, the three of them arrived at the entrance of the alley, and saw three cars parked on the side of the road in front of the store.
However, the entrance to the recently deserted braised pork restaurant was crowded with people, estimated to be at least fifty or sixty people, blocking the sidewalk.
Wang Lidong was tall. He walked to the edge of the crowd and stood on tiptoe to look inside.
The stew shop was also crowded with people, and it was impossible to see clearly....
"Old Ji, what's going on?"
When a bald middle-aged man saw it was Guo Xiaohai, his life was in vain:
"Cao Wei, this kid, was angry about the arbitrary charges, so he wrote a letter of complaint. Unexpectedly, it was published in Guangming Daily.
No, senior officials from our district came to express condolences.
I guess this guy is about to get mad..."
"Send p, at most no one will dare to charge more money from him in the future. How much should we pay? It won't be less than a penny..."
"Then let's also learn from Cao Wei..."
At this time, the crowd suddenly pushed out, and Wang Lidong and the other three also took a few steps back.
Then towards the side of the road, it became empty.
The police officers signaled everyone to be quiet.
I saw a middle-aged man with a slicked back hair, pulling Cao Wei to the plaque at the entrance of the stew shop.
"Ahem..." After two sounds, the big man held up a newspaper and said:
"Comrades, today the front page of Guangming Daily published a letter from our Comrade Cao Wei.
‘The troubles of an individual worker’ are taken very seriously by leading comrades in the city and district, and senior city officials have specially instructed us grassroots comrades to study seriously and help individual industrial and commercial households solve some difficulties in a timely manner.”
As he spoke, he held Cao Wei's hand with both hands:
"Comrade Cao Wei, you have been wronged. On behalf of the district government, I sincerely apologize to you."
Cao Wei hurriedly bent over at 90 degrees and said in fear:
"No matter what, I am not wronged. I am grateful to the leader for his care and love."
He is still obsessed with lakes and lakes. He doesn't even remember what letters he wrote. But someone came to check the notes and said that he wrote them... Could it be that he learned to write letters in his dreams...
The deputy senior official smiled and patted Cao Wei on the shoulder, and said to several senior officials from the street office beside him:
"There should be individual associations in every street now. Comrades like Xiao Cao who are aware, responsible, and dare to fight against difficulties should be well cultivated so that they can take on more important responsibilities and make greater contributions.
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The director of the sub-district office nodded hurriedly and said:
"Our street individual association still lacks a secretary-general. I think Comrade Cao Wei..."
The district executive waved his hand and interrupted:
"This is your street's business. You don't need to ask me for instructions on everything."
Secretary General!?
Are you going to be an official?!
Cao Wei's face turned red and he hurriedly bowed to the district executives and sub-district office leaders to thank them:
"Thank you to the leaders for their attention and care, thank you to the street, thank you to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, thank you to the tax bureau, thank you..."
When Guo Xiaohai, the second eldest brother, saw that Cao Wei had benefited so much, he suddenly became extremely depressed. He approached Wang Lidong and whispered:
"Brother, why did you become an official for him?! This...we..."
"Are you jealous?" Wang Lidong sneered: "Do you know what flattery means? What's more, it's just a secretary-general of an association, a private organization..."
"Not a state cadre?"
"With his kind of virtue, it's a waste of money." Although there is no public examination required to join the organization now, and it is usually assigned after graduation, or to get a job, and it is not as popular as in later generations, there is still a threshold.
Xiao Weizi spoke up at this time: "Why didn't you see Sun Gongshang? He is in charge of our area."
A self-employed entrance facing the street says:
"I heard that during the meeting of the Industry and Commerce Office today, Industry and Commerce Sun pulled his crotch on the spot. He passed out on the spot and is now lying in the hospital."
The eyes of Lao Er and Xiao Weizi were bright, and they hurriedly grabbed Lao Sun and said:
"Why are you pulling your crotch? Old Sun, please tell me what's going on."
Of course Lao Suntou knew why the two of them were so excited, and he didn't hide it. He told the two of them everything he knew.
"Grandma, I dare you to be in the hospital. No wonder it stopped today!" The second child rolled his eyes and suggested:
"Brother, Sun Gongshang and we have been friends for a long time. He is in the hospital, so we have to visit him, right?"
Wang Lidong rolled his eyes:
"If you want to go, I won't stop you."
The second child looked at Faxiao, his eyes full of expectation:
"Xiaoweizi?"
"When to go?"
"How about going now?"
Xiao Weizi looked at Wang Lidong: "Brother?"
"If wages cannot be paid tonight, you are responsible for settling the matter." Wang Lidong lost interest in reading any more. Anyway, the outcome was decided, and there was still a pile of accounts to sort out at home.