With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

The drizzle has been falling continuously for a week, and the entire provincial capital is shrouded in smog. Jin Fuji has also been depressed for a week.

There was Xue Ming's work permit on his desk. He never expected that Xue Ming was the only third-level transporter in the Transportation Department. The old man's carefully planned exclusion plan failed.

"Grandma has such a bad leg. If someone leaves, even shit and luck can't stop him." Jin Buer felt as if he had eaten shit, and felt that the photo on the work permit was even more disgusting.

There was a knock on the door, and half a minute later Xue Ming pushed the door open and came in, "Hello, Comrade Jin, I'm here to get my work permit."

"Comrade Xue, doesn't he know how to knock on the door?" Jin Buer threw his work permit on the table.

"I knocked for half a minute, but you didn't hear." Xue Ming put his work permit in his pocket and stared at him with a smile.

The two looked at each other and provoked each other with their eyes. Although Jin Fuji was the director of the Transportation Department, he had no right to fire employees or withhold their wages.

Human resources power is firmly in the hands of superior leaders, so the current working class is very happy, and it is very common for them to be at odds with their supervisors.

Jin Buer took out a note from his pocket and slapped it on the desk, "Your second brother owes me fifty yuan. Do you want to help him pay the debt?"

This is an IOU with Zhao Erlian's signature on it, and the date of signing turned out to be yesterday afternoon.

Yesterday, Zhao Erlian went to the pigeon market to fight cocks again. At night, he was chased and beaten by his father carrying a broom.

"You ask him for the gambling debts he owes." Xue Ming had no intention of helping his second uncle pay off his gambling debts.

"Zhao Erlian has no money, and I can't suffer the loss in vain, so I decided to ask Zhao Xue for debt." Jin Buer sneered.

"How dare you!" Xue Ming was filled with anger. Zhao Xue would have cried in anger if she knew that her second brother had lost so much money all at once.

"It is natural to pay back debts, unless you help Zhao Erlian pay off his debts." Jin Buer crossed his legs leisurely.

Xue Ming hesitated for a moment, picked up a chair and sat across from him, "I heard that your king of chickens is invincible in the cockfighting ring. Let's play a game?"

"Oh, yes! You decide the time and place, and I will accompany you at any time." Jin Buer agreed without even thinking about it. He had been frustrated in front of Xue Ming many times before, but this time he had to defeat Xue Ming and feel proud.

"Let's play in the pigeon market in three days. Bring Zhao Erlian's IOU and all your belongings. Do you dare to play?" Xue Ming also stared at him with provocative eyes.

"Whoever dares will be a grandson. Don't cry when the time comes." Jin Buer put on a mocking face and lit a cigarette.

After saying this, Xue Ming stood up and left. Zhao Erlian's fighting cock had been drinking spiritual spring water and fucking old hens in the space. His combat effectiveness should have improved.

After leaving the office, I saw two middle-aged men in the corridor, who seemed to be Wang Xianbang and Wang Tianhe from the No. [-] Textile Factory in the provincial capital.

"Comrade Xue Ming, my lover asked me to give this to you." Wang Xianbang took out a stack of food stamps with an embarrassed look on his face.

Ten pounds of fine grain stamps issued by the provincial capital can be used to buy ten pounds of fine rice in department stores. Food stamps are very valuable these days.

"What do you mean?" Xue Ming was forced to carry forward the spirit of selfless dedication during the road test, and the two people in front of him were also the instigators.

"I did something wrong in the exam a few days ago. My father and lover criticized me severely. Please forgive me." Wang Xianbang bowed on the spot.

"I was deceived by that bastard Zhou Renlong. Please forgive me, Comrade Xue Ming." Wang Tianhe took out two kilograms of wine tickets from his pocket and offered them to him with both hands.

Xue Ming wanted to laugh. The two of them did not realize their mistake. Instead, they heard that the leader of the Transportation Bureau, Cao Baoshan, belonged to the Zhao family and were worried about retaliation in the future.

"You two are welcome, there is no need to be polite when we eat in the same pot from now on." Xue Ming didn't want to be isolated by everyone again, and of course he didn't want to have a close friendship with them. Just be okay on the surface.

"Comrade Xue really has a lot of people." Wang Xianbang hurriedly stuffed the food stamps into Xue Ming's pocket, and Wang Tianhe also stuffed the wine stamps.

Xue Ming suddenly had an idea to bind a group of working class people with interests, so that when the storm comes, he and Zhao Xue can reduce the risk of being swallowed up by the storm.

The three of them walked out of the office area side by side. Xue Ming asked Wang Xianbang casually, "Ten pounds of food stamps are not decimals. They will not affect your family's rations, right?"

"It's okay. At worst, I will go to the black market to buy high-priced grain." Wang Xianbang felt a little sick. These days, every household is living on a budget, and ten kilograms of grain stamps are still quite big.

"My family has some surplus food. Let's help each other when the time comes." Xue Ming euphemistically expressed that he could sell the food.

Wang Xianbang and Wang Tianhe looked at each other and smiled. When the three of them came to the door, they were surrounded by five people. The transporters greeted Xue Ming one after another, and they surrounded him like stars over the moon.

Xue Ming smiled and chatted with them. These people had come to surrender. The relationship between Cao Baoshan and Xue Ming had spread in the transportation department.

At this time, it began to rain lightly again, and everyone ran to the bicycle shed to continue chatting. The topic soon opened up, and everyone talked about interesting things in their respective factories.

"An interesting thing happened recently in the No. [-] Textile Factory. A young widow from other places was rated as a level five worker when she was hired." Wang Xianbang said.

"Oh my god, what an amazing bitch." Everyone was very interested in this topic. The fifth-level weaver was an amazing person in the whole country.

"The little widow was so handsome. Even though she had a three- or four-year-old boy with her, she still asked the bachelors in the textile factory to give her blood. It is said that the deputy director of the workshop asked someone to propose marriage." Wang Tianhe, a former textile factory transporter, added.

Everyone's interest became even stronger, and everyone gossiped together. Xue Ming listened to their gossip with a smile.

"The little widow's son is also very handsome, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He is taller than other children of the same age..." Wang Xianbang was suddenly stunned when he looked at Xue Ming again.

"Old Wang, please tell me quickly. Everyone is waiting to hear. Tell us more about the little widow's love story." A big man with a foot-picking look looked eager.

"Is there something dirty on my face?" Xue Ming subconsciously touched his face when he saw him staring at him in a daze.

"No, no, let me tell you about the haunting in the workshop of the No. [-] Textile Factory." Wang Xianbang hurriedly changed the topic.

The haunted incident was said to be very mysterious, and everyone listened with interest. When the rain stopped, everyone said hello and goodbye to Xue Ming.

Wang Xianbang found that the bicycle key was forgotten in the office, so he called Wang Tianhe to get the key.

When the two came to the office, Wang Xianbang whispered, "Have you noticed that the little widow's son looks like Xue Ming?"

Wang Tianhe was stunned for a moment, frowning and thinking for half a minute, "When you said that, it looks really similar, especially the eyes and nose are carved from the same mold."

"Brother Tianhe, is the little widow Xue Ming's mistress, and that little boy is Xue Ming's illegitimate son?" Wang Xianbang made a bold guess.

The office door suddenly opened, and Jin Fuji asked with a dark face, "What are you talking about?"