With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

The next day more people got the news. The yard of the Transportation Department was full of people. Xue Ming was so scared that he pushed his bicycle and ran away.

"Director Xue, what are you doing?" Xie Yongzheng pushed his bicycle and met Xue Ming head-on.

There was a man and a woman beside him. The man was about sixteen or seventeen years old, and the woman was in her thirties. They looked like mother and son.

"Yongzheng, please help me interview another hundred people." Xue Ming said. Yesterday, a total of 200 people were interviewed, and it was decided to collect 300 people and shortlist 30 people.

"Director Xue, these are my eldest sister and my eldest nephew." Xie Yongzheng winked at his eldest nephew Guo Aimin.

Guo Aimin smiled shyly at Xue Ming. Xie Qiaozhi walked up to Xue Ming and nodded, "Hello, Director Xue, this child is ignorant and doesn't know how to say hello."

"Sister Xie, just call me Xue Ming. Privately, I call Yong Zheng brother Xie, and Yong Zheng calls me brother. How old is your child this year?" Xue Ming felt that the mother and son came through the back door.

Xie Qiaozhi closed her mouth in embarrassment and turned to look at Xie Yongzheng. Xie Yongzheng hesitated for a moment and said, "I am eighteen years old this year."

The minimum recruitment age is 20 years old. Driving a large truck under the age of 20 always makes people uneasy. Xue Ming is a little embarrassed.

"Please be accommodating. His father died of illness last year. It is difficult for my sister to raise four children." Xie Yongzheng begged in a low voice.

"It's not that I'm not accommodating. The recruitment age is set by the Transportation Bureau, and we have to follow the regulations." Xue Ming shook his head and looked helpless.

"Yongzheng, don't forget to host the recruitment." Xue Ming got on his bicycle and was about to leave. He was so dizzy after the interview yesterday.

"Brother Xue, do you want to go home? If there is an emergency, I will go find you at home." Xie Yongzheng asked hurriedly.

"If you have anything to do, go to People's Park and don't tell others where I am." Xue Ming felt that someone would go to the house through the back door, so he simply didn't go home and went to the park to pass the time.

On the way, he happened to pass by the Transportation Bureau. Xue Ming thought it would be better to go back to his hometown to pull furniture. In ten days, it would be a good day to divide the house.

So I pushed my bicycle to the Transportation Bureau to find Cao Baoshan. The gatekeeper chuckled and said, "Xiao Xue, last time Cao said that if you dare to come, let me beat you away with a stick."

"Can you carry a stick with your body? Don't get out of your way." Xue Ming gave him the middle finger.

The janitor didn't know what the middle finger meant, so he thought it was a bad idea so he gave him one back.

Xue Ming entered Cao Baoshan's office without knocking. Cao Baoshan was stunned for two seconds and hurriedly packed away the valuables on the table.

"You think I'm a thief." Xue Ming moved a chair and sat across from him. "Old Cao wants to ask you something, can I accept an 18-year-old intern?"

"You called me Lao Cao? You ask me about such a trivial matter?" Cao Baoshan was so angry that he wanted to slam the table again.

"Okay, tomorrow I want to drive the No. 2 truck back to my hometown to pull furniture. Come and say hello to you." Xue Ming said.

Cao Baoshan was stunned, "Are you serious? Not long after the oil theft case passed, you dared to use the country's diesel for personal matters?"

"I use my own fuel." Xue Ming is not worried about the fuel, only about the private use of the bus. There is more than 100 kilograms of diesel in the space.

Cao Baoshan hesitated for a moment and shook his head, "You have to be careful about this kind of thing and don't leave any clues to others."

"I understand, thank you for your concern, uncle."

Xue Ming left the Transportation Bureau and rode to No. 1 Middle School to find his wife and tell her about returning to his hometown tomorrow.

Zhao Xue immediately went home with her husband to pack her luggage. After packing, she hurried back to school.

As soon as she left, someone came to visit with cakes. He said that he was a salesperson in a department store and was a good friend of Liu Yuee. He wanted Xue Ming to approve his son to join the transportation department.

Xue Ming refused to accept her gift and asked her to go to the transportation office to register with Xie Yongzheng.

Send her away and quickly ride your bicycle to People's Park. There will definitely be people waiting to come and use the back door later.

There was only one evergreen tree in People's Park, and groups of streetwalkers passed by him, shaking their heads and making loud noises, thinking they were awesome.

"Sister, are you alone? Do you want some brothers to accompany you for a walk?"

Xue Ming heard a slightly weird tone and looked up to see a few street guys teasing a young woman.

The young woman quickened her pace and walked to Xue Ming, "Hello, Director Xue, I am Xie Yongzheng's sister."

Xie Yongzheng's widowed sister Xie Qiaozhi had just met two hours ago.

Xue Ming pointed to the bench and said, "Thank you, sister, please sit down."

She seemed to have changed into cleaner clothes and washed her hair. Xue Ming smelled the scent of soap from her body.

"Sister Xie, is something wrong? Did your son pass the interview?" Xue Ming felt that she dressed up deliberately before coming to the park.

"Aimin is not old enough, Yongzheng dare not make the decision, I beg Director Xue for help." Xie Qiaozhi moved her buttocks closer to Xue Ming, showing a pitiful expression.

This woman was quite pretty, and the street kid who had just forcibly struck up a conversation with her felt that he had lost face.

He walked to the bench with steps that he didn't recognize, and stared at Xue Ming with an arrogant look, "Who are you? What is your relationship?"

"Who are you?" Xue Mingrou stared at him with interest. He was usually busy with work and had never interacted with street gangsters.

"Now I'm asking you a question." The street kid lifted the corner of his clothes to reveal the kitchen knife in his waist. The other four street gangsters also came around.

Xie Qiaozhi was a little scared and approached Xue Ming, her thigh pressed tightly against Xue Ming's leg.

"My name is Xue Ming, who are you?" Xue Ming stood up and slapped him in the face.

The street kid stumbled and almost fell down, and he was completely stunned.

After coming back to his senses, his face turned pale with fright, "Are you the son-in-law of the Zhao family?"

"It's none of your business? Who are you?" Xue Ming slapped him again, so hard that it hurt.

"You...you are my father." After saying this, the street runner ran away, secretly cursing himself for being blind and offending someone he shouldn't have offended.

The four accomplices were too frightened to move. They had all single-handedly wiped out the Ganges Mountain bandits.

Jin Buer of the Jin family was once sent to a labor camp, making Jin Bufan unable to return home. Even the transporter who opposed him was shot.

"What are you doing standing there? Do you want a taste of my slap?" Xue Ming stared at them with a smile.

The four streetwalkers didn't dare to run away without saying a word, nor did they dare to stay in the park.

After a long time, Xie Qiaozhi plucked up the courage to plead, "I don't want my son to become such a street kid. Please accept my son. I can do anything you want me to do?"

"Anything can be done? What can you do?" Xue Ming looked at her with interest.

Xie Qiaozhi took out a key from his pocket and slowly placed it on the chair, lowered his head and whispered, "This is the key to my house."

"Haha!" Xue Ming couldn't help laughing, "I want to clear my mind. If you disappear from my eyes within three seconds, I will consider accepting your son to work as an intern at the Transportation Department."

Xie Qiaozhi stood up and ran away. Xue rode back to his work unit and drove a truck back to his hometown, too lazy to bother with recruitment matters.