Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

The matter of Song Laogou has been put on hold for the time being, but it is also a helpless move. Ma Xuewu, the old fox from the Cantou Village, is not an easy person to deal with, and the production team leaders under him are not easy to deal with either. If you want to ensure that the procurement matters proceed smoothly, it will be ineffective without some ruthless means.

This is one of the biggest disadvantages of not being in the open. To be honest, with Li Weijun's current energy and strength, if he wants to deal with Ma Xuewu, Xu Damao and others, he can easily make Xu Damao and Ma Xuewu fail by letting Ji Xiaotao or Jiang Xifeng bring in a few acquaintances.

But what's the use of this?

Even without Ma Xuewu, there will still be Li Xuewu and Zhao Xuewu emerging in the Canned Food Village. As long as the procurement disaster is not solved from the root, the hidden problem will always break out.

The best strategy at the moment is to ignore it for the time being. Li Weijun has to resolve the trouble caused by Jiang Xifeng and Ji Xiaotao first. Only when he has no worries will he have the energy to deal with Ma Xuewu, Xu Damao and others.

We must make the other party sincerely convinced, and also use both kindness and force to prevent these insects and pigs from having the slightest thought of causing trouble.

Song Laogou had no objection to this. He was now following Li Weijun's lead. It could be said that if Li Weijun had not recognized his talent and entrusted him with an important task, he might still be earning a few work points in the fields.

It can be said that without Li Weijun, Song Laogou would not be where he is today. It is hard not to be grateful to him.

The only thing that Li Weijun wanted to let his third uncle Yan Bugui take charge of the liaison matters was that Song Laogou had some objections and complaints. It was not that he wanted to monopolize power, but wanted to be in charge of liaison in the surrounding rural communes and purchases in the capital.

Instead, Song Laogou felt that the third uncle Yan Bugui was just an ordinary old man. It was said that he was a teacher at Hongxing Primary School, an old gentleman who taught and educated people. Not to mention his age, he wondered whether his body could withstand the bumpy journey.

These days, the road from the capital to the surrounding communes is bumpy and uneven. It is difficult to travel on rainy days. Even on sunny days, the road is extremely bumpy. It takes at least two or three days to go to the countryside to purchase.

It is still unknown whether the third uncle Yan Bugui's body can hold on.

What's more, apart from the incident with Ma Xuewu in the Canning Village, it has been fully proved that if one wants to take on the important responsibility of purchasing, one must have authority, enough to intimidate those scoundrels. Otherwise, if one finds an old teacher and he can't control the situation, wouldn't that be asking for trouble?

Although this old teacher is good at explaining contemporary Chinese and Chinese, accounting, purchasing and statistics, sometimes things are just so special.

If you want to lead others and take on important responsibilities, you must not only have the ability to work, but more importantly, you must have the courage to convince the people below you.

The third uncle Yan Bugui saw that the cooked duck was about to fly away, and he was so anxious that he deliberately coughed a few times and pretended to be majestic and domineering, "I say, this little friend Song, it's not a good idea to judge people by appearance. Don't you ask around in the courtyards of Nanluoguxiang? I, Yan Bugui, have always been a man of my word and a man of high moral character. Every time I don't speak up to summarize the whole courtyard meeting, then it won't be held. Your worries are pure nonsense. As long as you let me be in charge of the procurement, I guarantee that everything will be arranged properly, and no one will dare to cause trouble. This tendency will be completely eliminated!"

Li Weijun had never seen Third Uncle Yan Bugui so full of energy today. Although he felt a little amused, he did not show it on his face.

After giving him a thumbs up in appreciation, he said, "Since Third Uncle dares to guarantee this, I will give it a try. Don't worry too much. Before Third Uncle takes over, I will remove all the thorns. As for the rest of the management, I trust Third Uncle. Okay, that's it for now. Third Uncle, I'll rest at your house tonight."

At first, the third uncle Yan Bugui was somewhat dissatisfied with Li Weijun for arranging Song Laogou, a country bumpkin, to live in his family. But when he heard that Li Weijun wanted to appoint him, Yan Bugui, to be in charge of purchasing matters in the future, he instantly smiled with joy.

Everyone knows that purchasing agents are popular these days. Throughout the dynasties, no matter who is hungry, the cooks and purchasing agents will never be hungry.

If he could really coordinate with Song Laogou on purchasing matters, then his third uncle Yan Bugui would have truly secured his position as the top uncle in the Siheyuan.

Otherwise, holding school-wide meetings all day long would be like being a mascot, with no say and just being there as a decoration, which would be really depressing and frustrating.

So when Yan Bugui attentively brought Song Laogou into the house, Third Aunt Yang Ruihua had a sullen look on her face and was about to mutter a few words.

Yan Bugui was the first to interrupt Yang Ruihua, and said with a stern face and a majestic and domineering look: "What are you mumbling about? Why don't you light the fire and cook? Can't you see that my friend Song hasn't eaten. He hasn't had a bite of rice or water since noon. I guess he is starving. He doesn't even have the foresight to do this."

Yang Ruihua had never suffered such an injustice. She found that since her eldest son Yan Jiecheng took over her job and had no income, her status in the family had been getting worse and worse. Although she had a retirement pension under a contract, because she retired early, her pension and welfare benefits naturally could not keep up.

But people can't just go without food and drink. Yang Ruihua was worried about everything from food, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. Every day he found ways to squeeze money out of Yan Bugui, the extremely stingy head of the family.

Now, Yan Bugui actually showed off his power and ordered her around like a minion. Yang Ruihua's heart was in turmoil, she felt ashamed and annoyed, and she couldn't help but secretly regret having let her eldest son Yan Jiecheng take over.

"Well, Brother Yan, I see that my sister-in-law looks haggard. She must be exhausted after a day of hard work. I won't trouble you. Forget about the meal. I brought some dry food from the village. I'll just drink some hot water. By the way, do you have a broken straw mat? I think it's quite cool and comfortable to sleep on the ground. The straw mat is neither too cold nor too hot..."

Song Laogou has been telling stories under the overpass for so many years, and he has seen countless people of all kinds. He has some ability to read people's expressions. Seeing that he was about to cause conflicts in the family of his third uncle Yan Bugui, he quickly and tactfully shook his head to refuse.

Yang Ruihua felt a little better after seeing this. He was just about to pick up the thermos to pour some hot water for Song Laogou, but he never expected that the old man Yan Bugui would be so arrogant.

With a stiff face, he winked and gave an order that could not be refused: "Hey, what's the matter? You can't tell the difference between you and me, can you? My words are useless, right? It's so difficult for me to ask you to light the fire and cook. I think you must be punished again. If it weren't for Little Friend Song watching you, it would be inappropriate..."

"No, Yan Bugui, did you take the wrong medicine today or something? I think you will be brighter if you are given some sunshine..."

Yang Ruihua really couldn't hold back his temper anymore, he put his hands on his hips, and was just about to let this skinny old man experience what it meant to be "reasonable and restrained".