Chapter 93 Director of the Agricultural Bureau Chen Pingliang
Li Baotian was deeply moved when he saw Zhou Yong giving him advice.
"Okay, I'll do as you say."
Zhou Yong felt that if Secretary Zhang knew the truth, he would not do anything to Li Baotian and Accountant Sun. At most he would criticize them and ask them to write a self-criticism.
Although they committed the crime of harboring a criminal, it was a helpless act.
Li Baotian rushed to find Accountant Sun, and Zhou Yong sorted out the account books for the two of them.
Before leaving, Accountant Sun patted Zhou Yong on the shoulder and said, "The future of Huaixi Village depends on you."
Zhou Yong looked at Accountant Sun who was pessimistic about the situation and said: "If we want to develop Huaixi Village, we need to rely on everyone, not just me..."
Accountant Sun forced out a smile that was uglier than crying. Li Baotian frowned and said, "Let's go. Maybe the situation is not as serious as you think..."
The two walked out while talking, and Accountant Sun sighed from time to time!
Zhou Yong shook his head with a smile, feeling that Accountant Sun's behavior was very different from his usual behavior.
In fact, this is easy to understand. As an old revolutionary comrade, Accountant Sun didn't know how to face Secretary Zhang after making such a mistake.
"Zhou Yong, where are the village chief and Accountant Sun going with all those bags?"
Zhou Yong sat on the chair and looked at Xing Laoqi, whose face was red from drinking: "They went to the commune."
Xing Laoqi didn't ask any more questions when he heard this. He just sat down and asked, "Let's go to the bridal chamber tonight?"
Making trouble in the bridal chamber?
Zhou Yong shook his head: "You go, I won't go."
Xing Laoqi shrugged his shoulders, took Zhou Yong's teacup and drank a sip of water: "You are really boring."
Zhou Yong smiled helplessly: "Ma San's situation is special, why is he making trouble in the bridal chamber?"
Xing Laoqi was stunned for a moment, then he raised his hand and scratched his head: "You are right, then we won't make trouble in the bridal chamber."
He didn't think too much about it, he just wanted everyone to have fun.
The two were chatting nonsense when Liu Dazhuang called Xing Laoqi back.
It was already past one o'clock and Zhou Yong had not returned home. At around four o'clock, Han Ergou trotted in to inform him that someone from the Agriculture Bureau had come.
"How many people are here?"
“Two people.”
"Where are the people?"
"In the reception room."
Zhou Yong hurried over. One of them was Chen Pingliang, the director of the Agriculture Bureau. The two had met a few days ago, but he didn't know the other one.
"Director Chen, welcome to the grassroots to guide our work."
Chen Pingliang was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and glasses. He was old, in his early thirties, and gave people a gentle and refined feeling.
"Zhou Yong, right? We meet again."
Chen Pingliang has a cheerful personality. He is always laughing and talking, and has no airs of a leader at all.
Zhou Yong nodded, shook hands with Chen Pingliang, and looked at another person.
Chen Pingliang introduced them with a smile. Zhou Yong secretly raised his eyebrows and shook hands with Wei Guoan, who spoke in Hong Kong dialect.
Han Ergou was very considerate and poured them some water, then he stepped out.
Wei Guoan looked at the reception room built with braids with disdain, raised his hand to fan his nose. He thought Zhou Yong couldn't understand what he was saying, and said to Chen Pingliang: "This place is so shabby, I don't want to stay here for even a minute longer, let's hurry up and get down to business so we can go back early..."
Chen Pingliang smiled and gave Wei Guoan a look that urged him to stay calm.
Zhou Yong glanced at them and raised his eyebrows again: "Director Chen, have you eaten yet?"
Chen Pingliang shook his head: "Xiao Zhou, there is no rush for food. I came here to ask you, who in your village has ginseng, deer antlers, and Ganoderma lucidum that are more than ten years old, and it would be even better if they are several dozen or even a hundred years old."
Zhou Yong glanced at Wei Guoan and said, "Director Chen, when we signed the agreement, there was no such requirement, right?"
Chen Pingliang smiled and said, "Xiao Zhou, to be honest, I am not here to inspect the work on behalf of the Agricultural Bureau. I am here to purchase medicinal herbs from your village in my personal capacity. I believe you have also noticed that my friend is not a local, but is doing medicinal herbs business in other places..."
Zhou Yong looked at Chen Pingliang and his expression gradually became serious.
"Director Chen, seeking personal gain is speculation. Aren't you making me commit a political mistake? This is unacceptable..."
Zhou Yong shook his head like a rattle, but Chen Pingliang smiled and said, "Although my friend is purchasing medicinal materials in his personal name, it is definitely not speculation. I can assure you of this."
Guarantee shit!
It's clearly an act of speculation, okay?
Chen Pingliang thought Zhou Yong was easy to fool because he was young, but he didn't know that the combined age of Zhou Yong's two lives was older than that of his great-grandfather.
When it came to wielding a big sword in front of him, Zhou Yong could only say that Chen Pingliang was just a little short of the mark.
Zhou Yong looked at them and thought for a moment: "Director Chen, if that's the case, then you can go to the commune and ask Secretary Zhang to write me a note. If someone investigates this matter in the future, I can prove my innocence..."
Chen Pingliang and Wei Guoan, who was listening to their conversation with his ears perked up, looked at each other. Neither of them had expected that the young Zhou Yong would be so difficult to talk to.
Wei Guoan spoke in Hong Kong dialect: "If it really doesn't work, can't we find someone else to cooperate with?"
Chen Pingliang also wanted to find other people to cooperate with, but the problem was that no matter who he cooperated with, he could not avoid Zhou Yong, the team leader of the production team.
He is in charge of economic construction and strictly cracks down on speculation. If Chen Pingliang doesn't deal with Zhou Yong, he can't bring any medicinal materials from Huaixi Village.
What surprised Zhou Yong was that Chen Pingliang could speak fluent Cantonese.
"No, he is the leader of the production team. Without his approval, no one dares to sell us medicinal herbs..."
Zhou Yong looked at Chen Pingliang and Wei Guoan, silently picked up the teacup and drank a sip of water, thinking: These two think they are country bumpkins and think they don't understand anything, so they dare to be so unscrupulous in front of them.
But this also has its advantages. Zhou Yong found out their real purpose without any effort.
Zhou Yong put down the teacup, glanced at the two of them and stood up. Taking advantage of the pause between their conversations, he said, "Director Chen, you guys chat. I'll go arrange some work."
Chen Pingliang responded, and Zhou Yong strode out of the reception room.
Han Ergou was waiting not far away, and when he saw Zhou Yong come out, he immediately stepped forward.
"Captain, do you have any instructions?"
Zhou Yong thought for a while, his eyes full of calculation: "Let my mother-in-law come to the brigade cafeteria to arrange a table of meals, and let them stay in the brigade duty room at night..."
Normally, few cadres come to their village to inspect work, and even if they do, they only come back on the same day.
Because everyone knows that the conditions in the countryside are poor, and the people in the city are all precious, and no one wants to stay in such a remote place.
Han Ergou nodded continuously, took note of Zhou Yong's instructions, and turned around to arrange these matters.
Zhang Guifang and Li Caiyun were both helping Ma San. When Han Ergou told them what happened, the mother and daughter put down their work and went to the brigade.
"Have you told me what dishes you're going to cook? How many more dishes do you need to cook?"
Han Ergou nodded and bowed: "Auntie, the captain said you can just make the arrangements."
Zhang Guifang was a little embarrassed: "How can I arrange it?"
Li Caiyun whispered softly: "Mom, since Zhou Yong didn't give any special instructions, then just do whatever you have. I'll go home and pick some vegetables from the garden..."
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