However, given the historical context and the fact that the factory was a state-owned enterprise, Ruan Xianxian was unwilling and unable to jeopardize her future for a little bit of profit.

Everything is fine as long as no one is investigating. But once the provincial department sends someone to investigate, you can't escape the charge of embezzlement and personal gain.

"One cent per piece, Section Chief Lu must have done a lot to get it done, please thank him for me."

How much does it cost to make a set of matchboxes? Although the craftsmanship of lanterns is far more complicated than that of matchboxes, if Lu Dagang could earn one cent per set after deducting the cost of the candy factory, he must have put in a lot of effort.

Indeed, I heard that Section Chief Lu even slammed his fist on the table with the deputy factory director over this matter.

"Hehehe, Section Chief Lu asked me to pass on a message: You know it is good that you know it. I really want to thank the Canton Fair for giving our orange segment candy a boost."

As they were talking, they arrived at the commune.

A large group of people were standing in front of the door.

In the middle was Cao Mingzhi, the director of the Dingziku Commune. He greeted Xiao Zhang warmly, walked straight past Ruan Xianxian, and shook hands with him.

"Comrade, you've really worked hard. Please come in."

His gaze turned to Ruan Xianxian, and his face hardened. "Comrade Zhang has come all this way, why didn't you report it to the commune? We could have sent someone to welcome you in advance."

Zhang Qing's eyes darted around, and then it dawned on him: he hadn't even distinguished between the two kings yet!

Ruan Xianxian smiled apologetically, "What the leader said is true. I will go back to the brigade and make sure I am well. I won't go out and run around again unless necessary."

After saying that, she picked up her bicycle and left, leaving the commune leaders dumbfounded.

I don't understand what it means.

Only Zhang Qing chuckled and said jokingly, "Director Cao, right?"

"Let me tell you, Comrade Ruan's importance in the provincial department is such that I wouldn't even be considered for a position to assist her. You... are truly a good leader who treats everyone equally."

Han Li, with a cigarette in his mouth, leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, watching the show.

Cao Mingzhi got the job of commune director because his elder brother was a big shot in the county office. He was not only stupid, but also increasingly unable to understand human language.

He explained the whole story very clearly, but Director Cao still didn't take it seriously.

Finally, it was the turn of the troublemaker to let him taste what poop tasted like.

Seeing Ruan Xianxian walk away, Zhang Qing followed without thinking and deliberately spoke loudly, "Sister Ruan, put down the bicycle and let me carry it."

If this one doesn't work out, we'll try another. There are so many communes in the county.

The women's director of Hongqi Commune was the first to catch up, followed closely by the militia minister of Yezhuling Commune, and then a whole bunch of leaders from three or five other communes followed.

People were stopped, bicycles were stolen, and even more shockingly, the militia chief of Wild Boar Territory picked up Nguyen Hien and tried to run away.

Before he could even touch a piece of clothing, he was captured and thrown away by Ruan Zhiqing.

Cao Mingzhi's face was extremely grim. He asked the person next to him, "What does she mean?"

The deputy director didn't know either, only that he had heard that this educated youth seemed to have a certificate of mental illness. "Sir, he's probably having a relapse?"

Han Li suddenly chuckled, "She's telling you that the bike is hers, you can ride it if you want, carry it if you want, and even dismantle it and throw it in the river to hear the noise. Question her? Do you even have the right?"

It's not just about vehicles, but also about piecework.

"Then what are you standing there for? Bring him back!"

Han Li glanced at him, slowly walked to the middle of the circle where they were pulling at each other, and only said one sentence:

"I wonder when Lao Xiang's transfer order will come down."

Ruan Xianxian, who was vying with the Red Flag Commune for a bicycle, stopped. He reasoned that with his merits in the Red Army and the achievements he had made as a brigade leader for many years, it wouldn't be difficult for him to be transferred to the position of commune director.

Was Han Li reminding her to kick Xiang Hongjun?

With the director replaced by one of her own people, is the commune no longer a place where she has absolute power?

With her beautiful almond-shaped eyes, she looked at Cao Mingzhi, who stood like a telephone pole under the large archway, and called out, "I am an educated youth from the Dingziku Commune. It should be Director Cao who moves the car for me."

The women's director of the Red Flag Commune understood what she was saying, and she had no choice but to let go and step aside.

Upon hearing this, the other cadres pulled Cao Mingzhi, whose face was dark, to the bicycle and conveyed the same message: Carry him!

Cao Mingzhi looked at Ruan Xianxian with a sinister gaze, "Do you know who my brother is?"

"I know what a county official does, but did you know I'm also an aerospace researcher?"

Cao Mingzhi didn't believe it and asked a thought-provoking question: "You've come to the countryside to research how to make shit ascend to heaven?"

Whose aerospace researcher went to the countryside as an educated youth?

Knowing that no one would believe him if he told the truth, Ruan Xianxian shrugged, indicating that he would just have to bear it.

Cao Mingzhi gritted his teeth, his face turning a deep purplish-red as he shouldered his bicycle. Minister Wild Boar commented, "He's a bit weak."

Then, changing the subject, "Comrade Ruan, could you tell us specifically what the job entails? Do you have any packaging samples?"

Zhang Qing, with his keen eye, took out a few samples. As the group walked and talked, when they heard that each sample would be paid one cent, all the commune leaders' eyes lit up.

Their attitude became more enthusiastic.

Cao Mingzhi huffed and puffed as he carried the bike ahead. When they arrived at the commune gate, Ruan Xianxian gave him a mocking look and said, "It's my bike. Even if I don't ride it, you'll have to carry it."

She turned her gaze away and nodded to the deputy director. "I would like to trouble you to find someone to watch the car for me. This car belongs to a relative and is of great importance to me. I cannot afford to lose it."

Deputy Director: ???

Is the bicycle your relative?

He was stunned for a while before finally coming to his senses. He smiled apologetically at Cao Mingzhi, who was about to leave, and said, "Old Cao! Could you please watch the car for a bit?"

Even repeating those words makes me feel like I'm asking for trouble.

He dashed into the conference room, slammed the door shut, leaving Cao Mingzhi alone to roar in frustration.

Inside the meeting room, Ruan Xianxian demonstrated the disassembly and assembly process, saying, "That's the kind of work it is. The felt is quite delicate, so it needs to be done by clean and tidy women."

The yarn is light-colored and doesn't keep well, so it's easy to get the material dirty. You'll have to compensate for any wasted packaging. For the first batch, I plan to send 200 pieces to one commune.

Please make sure you convey my instructions when you return. The task should be assigned to the commune that performs best in the end.

The head of the Women's Federation at Hongqi Women's Hospital raised a question: "Why must it be implemented under the jurisdiction of one commune? Can't it be shared equally among the communes present?"

She's trying to gain personal benefits, win people over, and establish her own power base. Why should she divide the spoils equally?

Ruan Xianxian smiled without explaining, "I can't! Sorry!"

She added, "Except for the Dingziku Commune, they will not participate in this work."

"Why should I?" Cao Mingzhi, who had been eavesdropping outside, kicked open the door. "Don't push your luck."

Ruan Xianxian suddenly stood up, "Why? Because the nail warehouse has someone like you who occupies the position but doesn't do anything."

Let me make this clear: as long as you're in the commune, don't even think about getting involved in any work related to me, especially at the "stubborn hut" (a metaphor for a workplace or project). I don't trust your abilities.

They have no faith in the capabilities of the commune under your leadership, do you understand?

"You, you abused your power for personal gain." Cao Mingzhi was so angry that he trembled with cold.

"Me, abusing my power for personal gain? Think about how you got this job before you talk to me about abusing your power." Ruan Xianxian stopped looking at him and asked the artisans brought from various communes in a gentle voice:

"Is there anything you don't understand about bamboo weaving? You can ask now."

Han Li bit his cigarette holder. He was 80% successful in his promotion to the Red Army. After this battle, he would not rebel against the Red Army, because all the commune cadres who could not get bamboo weaving jobs, including Cao Mingzhi, would rebel.

Well done!