Siheyuan: Breaking up with Shazhu at the beginning

For the letter of introduction in the countryside, Yang Jun needed to find a solution between the resources of his Beijing connections and the local laws and regulations. At this moment, he fell into deep thought, thinking about how to deal with this dilemma.

"You go back now and let me figure out a solution." After saying that, Yang Jun went home to rest.

Seeing the lost foal leave with worry, he felt heavy in his heart.

On the second working day, he called Zhao Haifeng. "I want you to take 20 people to Mentougou Village and bring back one person," he said.

Zhao Haifeng asked in confusion: "Director, who are you bringing back?" He was obviously surprised by this sudden task.

Yang Jun described a fictitious incident: "The last time I went into the mountains to hunt, I was intercepted by armed men halfway through. I was hit and I still feel pain." As he spoke, he touched his thigh with his fingers to demonstrate his condition.

Faced with such an attack, Zhao Haifeng was fully aware of the seriousness of the problem. He said that he would bring people to deal with it seriously and promised to quickly calm the situation: "I understand, Director, we will set off immediately, and we will defend ourselves if necessary." He then took the order and executed it.

After going downstairs, Zhao Haifeng shouted, "The director is injured. We have to bring him back." He shouted, and his voice instantly spread throughout the security department.

Yang Jun upstairs shook his head when he heard Zhao Haifeng's shouting. With such loud shouting, everyone in the factory would probably know about Yang Jun's "accident" within an hour.

His eyebrows were furrowed, and he gestured downstairs again, suggesting that Ma Juzi stop Zhao Haifeng from adding fuel to the fire, so as to prevent the matter from further expanding its influence. ...

When Xiaojuzi saw this, he quickly ran to Zhao Haifeng, tugged at the corner of his clothes, and pointed to the top of his head, meaning that he should stop talking nonsense.

Zhao Haifeng then looked at Yang Jun who was being beaten upstairs and gave an awkward smile.

In less than a minute, dozens of fully armed men quickly gathered and formed two camps, staring blankly at Zhao Haifeng. The director was beaten, which was their responsibility and shame. They were all indignant and wanted to find that person and punish him severely.

"Listen up, comrades. Our superior... our leader has been beaten. Can we swallow this anger?"

Everyone shouted in unison, "I can't swallow it!"

"Who dares to bully us?"

"Resist!" the crowd roared again.

The sudden gathering of the security department aroused the curiosity of many people who were watching. They were very surprised to see so many armed security personnel, because this kind of situation is extremely rare in a steel plant, and everyone was whispering to exchange information.

"Let's go!" Zhang Haifeng gave an order and took the lead by jumping on the bicycle.

Immediately afterwards, twenty or thirty members of the security department scrambled to climb into the two waiting trucks. Ma Juzi looked up and quickly exchanged glances with Yang Jun, then got into the truck cab.

The following story is like the development of the two branches: After Ma Juzi left, Yang Jun immediately sat back at his desk and began to review documents. After Li Huaide was arrested, he realized that he had to handle the daily operation of the factory himself.

In the past, he didn't know much about production and it was quite difficult for him to handle it. Fortunately, his secretary, Mr. Jiang, helped to solve most of the work, and the remaining difficult or necessary matters were gathered together. After nearly two hours of work, he asked Mr. Jiang to take the signed documents away for execution.

Although production affairs are not as tedious as post-sales affairs, they are also full of challenges. At this moment, Yang Jun found that he was really unable to cope with the overall situation. Therefore, he planned to arrange a meeting to hand over some of the post-sales responsibilities to Deputy Director Liu Feng. Liu Feng was the director of a machine repair factory and had rich management experience. Yang Jun believed that this would relieve some of the pressure.

After work, Yang Jun drove out alone. He planned to visit Aunt Wang at the street office today to inquire about Jia Zhang's condition, eager to know whether her illness was true or not.

The more anxious he was, the worse the car's condition became. After driving about 200 meters, the car suddenly stalled. Yang Jun got out of the car to check and found that the gas was exhausted.

What bad luck! He was so busy these days that he neglected to refuel. The long journey and Ma Juzi's vacation made him forget about it, which led to the fuel crisis.

He originally planned to take out the spare fuel from the space and fill it up, but he looked around and saw no one else. Yang Jun thought, and the jeep evaporated in an instant, and then returned to its original position at a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye. However, there were subtle changes on the newly appeared car.

Yang Jun's space is stocked with more than ten identical jeeps, all of the same model, with plenty of fuel, and each car has a loaded Type 54 firearm on the passenger seat. These are all prepared for emergency situations, just in case.

"It seems that newcomers are more popular." He sighed, then opened the door and got into the car, using his mental power to eliminate the gun on the passenger seat.

Without starting the car immediately, he rummaged through the sundries in the car and carefully selected two barrels of baby formula powder. He thought that he hadn't visited Aunt Wang for quite some time, so how could he go there empty-handed?

What's more, she was not only the introducer between himself and Yi Qiu Shui, but Yang Jun also always remembered this favor clearly.

Aunt Wang's grandson is just a few months old and is in urgent need of milk powder. The milk powder on the market is in short supply and extremely expensive. Even if it is five yuan a bucket, it has been sold several times higher than the original price, and it can only be bought for twelve yuan.

Whenever Aunt Wang met Wang Yuying, she would complain about her baby grandson crying all day because of lack of milk powder, because her daughter-in-law went back to work immediately after giving birth, and there was not enough time or milk to feed the child. This made Aunt Wang look worried and she searched everywhere for a solution to the milk powder problem.

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Arrived at the door of the street office.

Yang Jun parked the car, carried two large buckets of milk powder and hurried into the inner door.

"Hey! Hey! Hey, comrade, are you allowed to enter only after registering?" The old man guarding the door leaned out of the window and shouted.

"Oh, are you on duty, old man? Don't you recognize me as the person who delivered something to Director Wang last time?" Yang Jun responded while putting the milk powder on the ground and taking out a cigarette and handing it over kindly.

"You." The old man recognized him instantly. He remembered that the last time he brought a bag of chickens and ducks, and said he came to give gifts.

Taking the cigarette, the old man sniffed it and then casually put it next to his ear. Seeing this, Yang Jun quickly lit it for him.

"Uncle, you'll need to smoke this sooner or later. Let me light it for you," he said attentively.

Even so, the old man didn't want to spoil his fun, so he took out the cigarette from his ear, put it in his mouth, and moved a little closer to Yang Jun's fire. Yang Jun shook off the burning match, threw it away, took out another one and put it on the table, and asked, "Uncle, can I register?"

He glanced at the application form in front of him and asked with a smile. "Go away." The old man rolled his eyes and waved his hand casually, as if he was treating a fly with disdain.

"Got it, old man. See you later." Yang Jun was not affected at all. He walked into the yard with a smile while holding the milk powder.

Yang Jun was not angry at the old man's attitude, but felt fortunate. Because this kind of staff working in the department is often difficult to deal with, no matter how high their status is, it is difficult to persuade them. As the saying goes, "It's better to deal with a little devil than to deal with a little devil", it refers to the role of the gatekeeper.

As the first line of defense at the entrance, although they have no real job, they are quite capable of making things difficult for visitors. Once they are annoyed, even the senior leaders cannot see them immediately, but will constantly shirk responsibility by saying "business trip" or "inspection" until the visitor realizes that he has offended others. For this reason, in the end, the visitor has no choice but to bow his head and apologize, saying all the nice things he can.

Then, Yang Jun walked to the door of Director Wang Xuemei's office and knocked lightly, "Come in!" Aunt Wang inside sounded impatient and was obviously in a bad mood.

If it were someone else, this would definitely not be a good time to visit, because she would be in a state of high spirits; however, it was different for Yang Jun. In Aunt Wang's heart, he was like a junior and did not need to worry about her mood changes.

"Auntie Wang, who has provoked you again? Tell me and I will help you to reason with her." He carefully pushed open a crack in the door and looked around.

"You are such a naughty boy, you don't act like a big boss. Come in and help me solve the problem." Wang Xuemei, who had a gloomy face, immediately became cheerful when she saw Yang Jun coming.

"Auntie Wang, is it because your child doesn't have enough milk to drink that he can't even eat? If you are short of milk powder, just tell me. I can provide you with two buckets per month."

\"Junzi, don't joke with Aunt Wang. I'm not kidding. From now on, I will go directly to your house to get the milk powder every month." Wang Xuemei said with a serious face.

\"Auntie Wang, you don't have to go there in person. I will deliver it to your door when I am free.\"

Yang Jun collapsed on the sofa and picked up the tea leaves on the coffee table to browse.

Many people came to Aunt Wang for help. They could afford to give small items like tea, so there were many tea cans piled under the table. He checked them casually and found that they were all ordinary teas, some of which were already moldy.

\"No need to look for it. All the good teas you like have been taken away by Uncle Li."\"

Wang Xuemei poured him a glass of water and placed it beside him. "You are so unlucky to enjoy these good teas."

Yang Jun licked his lips and was about to open the Biluochun to smell it, but he finally put it back where it was, thinking that drinking water was better than moldy tea. "I'll leave you a few bottles of good tea next time you come," Wang Xuemei thanked him.

Yang Jun moved his seat further away and took out a cigarette and lit it. "Actually, I came here today just to find out what happened to the Jia Zhang family." There was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

\"Speaking of Jia Zhang is such a headache! These past two days, neighbors and the old men in the yard have taken turns coming to me to complain and ask me to come forward to solve this Jia Zhang problem." \" Wang Xuemei's face darkened, and her tone was filled with helplessness and anger.

"Regarding Jia Zhang, is she really sick or just pretending to be sick? What are the results of the investigation by the street office? The questions that have been weighing on my mind for days are finally out loud." Yang Jun frowned and asked about the key details.

"The diagnosis showed that she had a brain tumor, so we decided to let her rest at home and be taken care of by her family, based on the diagnosis certificate issued by the hospital." Wang Xuemei responded.

\"The medical record confirmed by the hospital?" Yang Jun said to himself, "Is it a misdiagnosis or is this a fake case?" Doubts gradually rose in his heart.

"You're saying that the medical record is fake? How is that possible? There are doctor's signatures and seals on it. No medical staff would dare to forge it like that, right?" Wang Xuemei looked confused. Hearing this, she somewhat agreed with Yang Jun's idea.

The reactions of the people in the courtyard were not consistent with those of a brain tumor patient. Jia Zhang was full of energy, which was not consistent with the normal state of a brain tumor patient. Yang Jun saw the seriousness of the problem: "Auntie Wang, we need to find a solution anyway. We can't let him mess around anymore."

"Do you have any ideas?" Wang Xuemei asked.

Yang Jun thought for a moment: "Since Jia Zhang relies on that medical record to maintain home medical care, what we need to do is to arrange a comprehensive physical examination for her in the name of the street office. This can be regarded as a manifestation of responsibility for people's health." "Then we will know the exact situation after the examination, right?"

Wang Yuying fully agreed with this strategy. She had only thought about the diagnosis of the brain tumor before, and did not notice that there were any doubts in the medical record. Thanks to Yang Jun's reminder, she realized the key. "That's right, Junzi."

She suddenly seemed to have thought of something, stood up quickly and grabbed her handbag, "Come with me, we have to deal with this matter immediately. No matter what, we must solve the problem completely today." Wang Xuemei seemed determined.

Yang Jun was somewhat surprised by Wang Xuemei's sudden decision and replied: "Aunt Wang, this matter is actually within the scope of your street office. Forget it and don't ask me to go." He smiled bitterly.

Wang Xuemei glared at him: "Little bastard, don't forget that you are the old man, how can others be responsible for the things in the yard?" As she spoke, her voice became louder and her words were full of severity. Yang Jun muttered: "I don't live in the yard anymore, this..." The rest of his words were drowned out by his muttering.

Wang Xuemei became more and more excited. She walked over, grabbed his ear and scolded him: "Are you regretting being an old grandfather now? Don't forget, your mother still lives over there. You have to be the 'old grandfather' whether you want to or not. You have no choice." As she spoke, Wang Yuying had already started to pull him out by his ear.

"Ouch, it hurts, it hurts, it's going to fall off! Can you let me not be an old man this time?" Yang Jun held his ears and looked at Wang Xuemei with a bitter face, allowing women's privileges to be exercised regardless of age. Wang Yuying and Yi Qiu Shui both liked to abuse him like this. He was truly impressed by these girls.

"You can't make a dead pig run away, but you can't drive a duck away. You have such a bad temper!" Wang Xuemei rolled her eyes at him, locked the door, left the office, and went to the courtyard to gather people.

After a while, Wang Xuemei came back with a few young men and women, each holding a rope as thick as a thumb.

After everyone got on several cars, Wang Xuemei turned around and waved to Yang Jun, asking him to follow. Yang Jun quickly followed behind.

When he passed by the reception room, he threw the remaining pack of cigarettes on the table and said to the old man, "I'll come back to see you later, uncle."

The old man said nothing and gently covered his face with the newspaper in his hand. Yang Jun turned and drove away from the street office.