With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

It is difficult for Xue Ming to fire his transporter. He must first write an application listing the transporter's crimes, and then submit the application to the transportation bureau, the competent authority.

The Transportation Bureau sends a disciplinary inspection department to conduct overt and covert investigations. Unless the crime is extremely heinous, the employee will not be fired.

If the transportation bureau feels that the crime is serious, it will submit the application to the provincial capital, and the leader in charge of transportation will decide whether to fire the transporter.

Therefore, workers now have an iron job. As long as they do not make political mistakes or commit unforgivable crimes, they will not be fired.

Similarly, it is more difficult to deal with or expel Xue Ming. The transportation bureau needs to sort out the reasons for expulsion and submit them to the leader in charge of transportation for approval. The provincial capital also has to hold meetings to discuss and finally make the decision by the municipal party committee.

Unforgivable crimes are important. Embezzling and selling state-owned diesel is an unforgivable act.

Xue Ming can only wait patiently for the investigation results of the Discipline Inspection Commission and the Public Security Bureau. There is no need for him to write an expulsion application now. What he needs to do now is to announce his return.

Early the next morning, Zhao Xue heated up hot water to wash her husband's hair, put her husband into a simple beggar's outfit, and made a hearty breakfast to cheer her husband up.

After dinner, everyone in the family went to work. Zhao Xue gave her husband a thumbs up, "Come on, husband, you have to walk through the door of the transportation department with your head held high today."

"Haha, I always walk with my head held high. Go to work quickly." Xue Ming rubbed his wife's hair.

The couple parted ways at the crossroads. Zhao Xue turned left to go to class at No. 1 Middle School, and Xue Ming turned right to go to work at the Transportation Bureau. When they arrived at the Transportation Department, they walked into the door with their heads held high.

It turned out that the office building had been burned beyond recognition by the fire. When I walked in, I saw that the white walls had turned into black walls, and the desks, file cabinets and other furniture had turned into black charcoal.

Xue Ming observed carefully and quickly frowned. There were not many combustibles in the office. If it burned like this, it must have been poured with flammable materials such as diesel and gasoline.

So this is not an accident. Gao Yunfei is just a foolhardy man. Xue Ming firmly believes that there is a dog-headed military advisor behind him, otherwise he would not have thought of such a desperate plan.

The office opposite was not injured. I opened the office opposite and went in to work. This was the office of former director Zuo Changzheng.

Sitting on the chair, he began to think hard about who was the master behind Gao Yunfei, Jin Bufan from the Jin family, or Zuo Haoyu from the Zuo family.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Wang Xianbang and Wang Tianhe came to the unit. Wang Xianbang pointed to Xue Ming's bicycle with a shocked look on his face, "Director Xue is back, our ninth brother is back."

"Then why are you still standing there? Let's go." Wang Tianhe locked his bicycle and strode to the office.

Xue Ming is their backbone. They are most afraid that Xue Ming will be punished and a director will be parachuted into the bureau.

The new director will definitely redistribute family homes, and if you are not careful, the cooked duck will fly away.

"Director Xue, are you okay?" Wang Xianbang's eyes filled with tears when he was excited. As long as Xue Ming was here, his family home would be saved.

"I'm doing well, what can happen?" Xue Ming stood up and shook hands with the two elder brothers.

"Which bastard put a shit basin on your head? I will never let him go." Wang Tianhe gritted his teeth.

"I won't let him go either." Xue Ming laughed and asked the two old brothers to sit down, took out cigarettes from his pocket and gave them to them, then looked up at the office opposite.

"Someone set fire to your office. The public security organs have investigated and collected evidence. They suspect Gao Yunfei and the others are responsible. The Transportation Bureau has put ten of them on leave," Wang Xianbang said.

"It's the ten bastards who didn't get a house. Director Cao Baoshan sent someone over yesterday afternoon to give them a holiday." Wang Tianhe added.

Xue Ming nodded and lit cigarettes for the two old brothers. Those ten people were indeed a little clever, but they definitely couldn't think of a good idea to burn the original data.

At this time, Xie Yongzheng from Transportation Section 3 rushed into the office, "I saw Director Xue's bicycle. Comrade Director Xue is really back."

He also had an excited look on his face, "Director, you don't know, I haven't even thought about food or drink these days."

"I know that comrades don't want anything to happen to me, because I am the hope of comrades living in a small foreign-style building," Xue Ming said.

Everyone laughed. At this time, another transporter came to meet with the old leader, and soon there was no room in the office.

Everyone went to the conference room to chat together. There were twenty-nine transporters plus Xue Ming, a total of thirty people.

They asked all kinds of strange questions, such as whether they had suffered in the Discipline Inspection Commission, etc. They regarded the Discipline Inspection Commission as a scourge.

Xue Ming can really feel their concern. This concern may be out of the interests of dividing the house, or it may be sincere, or both.

But this is not important. Xue Ming stood up and announced his return, "First of all, thank you for your concern. Secondly, I passed the organizational review and will continue to be the director of the transportation department in the future."

"Okay! Long live Director Xue." Everyone cheered and shouted long live. Nowadays, people often shout long live so-and-so.

"Comrades, listen to me, I have something to ask for your help with." Xue Ming kept waving his hands to cool down the atmosphere.

Soon everyone quieted down, and Xue Ming said, "I plan to ask you to help me revive the mice. I will exchange a pound of wheat or two taels of brown sugar for a pound of rats. Please note that I only want live rats."

There was a moment of silence when they returned to the factory. Everyone looked at Xue Ming in confusion. After a while, Wang Xianbang said weakly, "Ninth brother, do your family also eat rat meat?"

"Your family only eats rat meat. Don't ask me why I collect rats. I won't let everyone's work go in vain." Xue Ming said with a smile.

The scene was still silent. Wang Xianbang said weakly, "My family really eats rat meat. Everyone has eaten rats."

Now it was Xue Ming's turn to be confused. When he was with the Zhaocun Brigade, he saw someone skinning rats and roasting them for eating. He didn't expect that people in the city also eat rats.

"There is a virus in rats. Plague is spread through rats. Please try not to eat them in the future." Xue Ming said.

"But rats are meat. It's hard to eat a bite of meat these days." Wang Xianbang scratched his head and said weakly.

Xue Ming finally understood what they meant, "Two pounds of grain or four ounces of brown sugar for one pound of live mice."

Everyone laughed when they heard this. They felt that a pound of mice was only exchanged for a pound of grain. They felt that it was a loss, so they might as well eat it themselves to improve their lives.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Xie Yongzheng came in with a basket, "Director Xue, look what I brought you?"

As he spoke, he pulled out a bunch of lively mice from the basket. Eight mice of different sizes were tied by their hind legs with a hemp rope. "A whole three kilograms of live mice."

"Good guy, you have brought a rat's nest. Do you want wheat or brown sugar?" Xue Ming said with a smile.

"I don't want anything. My wife said these mice are a gift to celebrate your return to the transportation department." Xie Yongzheng shook his head hurriedly.

"I appreciate your kindness. Leave your things for now and come to the office to see me tomorrow." Xue Ming didn't want to take advantage of them.

Exchanging food for rats is essentially a way of thanking them for the joint letter of guarantee they wrote.