Wu Yiyi nodded, came out of the office and joined the crowd.
"Yiyi, are you going too?" Young Lady Yang saw Wu Yiyi coming out and went to meet her.
Wu Yiyi nodded: "Well, the leader asked me to go and visit on his behalf."
"Then let's go together. That's perfect. We can just take a taxi with Sister Zhang."
Hearing the noise, Xiuyuan came out and joined the crowd. When he went downstairs, he and Wu Yiyi exchanged a glance. Xiuyuan didn't say anything and went downstairs as if nothing had happened.
But Wu Yiyi realized something. When Gu Fanlei frowned in the office just now, the chaotic and noisy team at the scene seemed as if there was a big hand controlling it from behind.
For the first time, Wu Yiyi experienced the cruelty of politics. The light figure blending into the crowd was fiddling with her hands vaguely.
The crowd rushed out of the county government office building and met many familiar people along the way and greeted them. They said that Pang Yuren, the director of the county government office, was in the hospital and they were going to visit him. The news spread even more widely.
When Xiuyuan came out, Boyang had already called a taxi. Boyang, Wang Zhitao and Xiuyuan got in the car. Xiuyuan felt a little strange that he didn't see Huang Wei, but when he arrived at the hospital gate, he found that Huang Wei was already waiting there with a few fruit baskets.
Exactly four servings, ready to go.
Four red envelopes were also prepared.
"How much money do you have to prepare for this?" asked Xiuyuan.
"Secretary, one hundred yuan, do you think it's appropriate?" Huang Wei asked. He prepared according to the normal way. Generally, if a relative is sick, if it is a minor illness, they will take some things to visit. The money for buying things is about twenty to thirty yuan, usually local milk, canned food, drinks and the like.
If the illness is more serious, they will give a red envelope, fifty yuan or a hundred yuan, depending on the intention and family conditions.
However, they all work in the county government office, and the one who is sick is the person in charge, so he must get a hundred yuan.
Xiuyuan nodded when he heard this. He knew the price was about the same. "Okay, let's go."
Boyang and Wang Zhitao took the fruit baskets, and Huang Wei helped carry Xiuyuan's basket as they headed towards the hospital. The other people behind them did the same thing, getting off the taxi. Some went to buy fruit, some to buy milk, and some to pack red envelopes.
It is normal to give a hundred yuan, and it is not surprising to give two hundred yuan. Even five hundred or six hundred yuan, which is half a month's salary, is not unusual. The thickness of the red envelopes given within the system actually has nothing to do with the local economic level.
The local economy may not be developing well, but when giving red envelopes, try giving less.
In the inpatient department, Pang Zhifeng had already received the news in advance and was lying half-lying on the hospital bed. He even asked his wife to apply a little light blush on his face, making him look very rosy.
The attending physician standing by did not show the temper he usually had when facing ordinary patients. He stood there obediently, waiting to be asked questions by the patients who came to visit him.
The first people to push open the door and come in were Xiuyuan and others.
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