Zheng Ya pointed out the way for the Ouyang sisters, but Ouyang Wenqian said with difficulty, "Director, you may not know the difficulties we face in applying for scientific research equipment by taking the direct route."
"Oh, tell me about it?" Zheng Ya seemed thoughtful. Ouyang Wenli finished tidying up the table for Xu Qi and came back to interrupt: "We are still students of the Academy of Agricultural Sciences. We are just doing our internship here."
I haven't graduated and I don't have a formal job.
Our positions, which are under confidentiality agreements, mean we can't operate openly regarding scientific research equipment.
Furthermore, any agricultural technology equipment must be nominated by the Academy of Agricultural Sciences and approved by the Ministry of Agriculture before the equipment can be implemented.
"And you, as the director, have offended everyone at the Academy of Agricultural Sciences. Furthermore, Qian Mingliang, Fu Yunying, and others are obstructing us. We can't even go to the Academy to inspect research equipment; that would be asking for trouble!"
"Oh, so when you encounter difficulties, you should solve them!"
"How can you expect me to take the blame for you?" Zheng Ya realized that someone from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences was interfering and didn't want the planting base to have an easy time.
Ouyang Wenqian said rationally, "Principal, this is really your fault."
You've offended everyone at the Academy of Agricultural Sciences. They're making things difficult for us by not approving our application to purchase research equipment.
After all, if we purchase research equipment privately, they'll have the opportunity to come knocking on our door and demand an explanation.
"Public-private partnerships and the elimination of private entities are things I can't afford to do wrong, but I can have Secretary Song help you solve this problem." Zheng Ya didn't take those clowns from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences seriously.
It's unreasonable to take someone's job and then not let them vent their frustrations.
Everyone has emotions and tempers!
Seeing that he wasn't angry, Ouyang Wenqian said admiringly, "The principal is magnanimous and handled this matter in a down-to-earth manner. What a great demeanor!"
"Yes, yes, we were worried that the director might cause trouble for the Academy of Agricultural Sciences in a fit of anger, and then we would be caught in the middle."
Your tolerance is so great that it's like punching cotton – it's laughable!
"Principal, you have such a broad mind, you don't stoop to their level!" Ouyang Wenli exclaimed, jumping around in the restaurant as she praised someone.
It felt really good, since the beautiful woman was praising me.
I can't stop feeling unhappy even if I want to!
Zheng Ya smiled smugly and said, "Haha, it's all a small matter, not worth mentioning."
Our vision is to reach out to the world; how can we confine ourselves to the narrow circle of the Academy of Agricultural Sciences and limit the development of our ideal career?
"Principal, what you said is absolutely right!" Ouyang Wenqian exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with admiration. Ouyang Wenli nodded in agreement, "The principal is indeed the principal; she will always be our guiding light!"
"Stop pampering him with sweet talk, or he'll think he's all that!"
"You hurry up and call me, get their research equipment sorted out, don't delay the important matter of national food and strategic supplies." Fu Qingyao was worried that her two daughters would become infatuated with her son and make a mistake.
This is a dangerous sign!
Xu Qi was a little jealous and stood to the side watching. Zheng Ya noticed that the atmosphere was not right and got up to leave: "Haha, I'll go and do it right away."
It's no big deal.
"Secretary Song won't do it, but I'll do it for him first."
"You brat, be more discreet. Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes strengthening the body's foundation and nourishing its vital energy. How come you've adopted the Western medicine approach, using such strong medications? It will damage the body's fundamental health, you know?" Old Master Sun instructed his disciple on the spot, his words carrying a hidden meaning.
Zheng Ya could only humbly accept the answer and repeatedly agreed. He then went upstairs to his study to make a phone call.
The telephone line was a dedicated line that was proactively installed by the superior for convenient communication, connecting directly to the superior's office.
Making a call is quick and easy because you don't need an operator to transfer you.
When Secretary Song received his call, she inquired about the situation and agreed to handle the matter properly.
As evening quietly passed, the courtyard became noisy.
"Where are my chickens? Who stole my chickens?" Xu Damao shouted as he searched the yard for his chickens with a wooden stick in hand, but couldn't find them.
Xu Damao, whose intelligence had regressed to that of a twelve or thirteen-year-old, was not stupid. He went directly to Yan Fugui to explain the situation.
Yan Fugui was stunned: "How could someone in our yard steal chickens?"
"Uncle, our two old hens were given to us by the leaders of the commune when they went to the countryside to show movies."
I shouldn't have accepted the gift and made a mistake, but the commune leaders said that since they were all raised at home, the gift was small but the sentiment was great, and it should be regarded as a testament to the friendship of worker-peasant cooperation.
"One of our two chickens was stolen after only a few days of raising them. You have to handle this properly, otherwise Da Mao won't be able to explain it to the commune leaders." After clarifying the source and cause of the old hen, Lou Xiao'e began to fight back.
The friendship forged through worker-peasant cooperation is no joke.
If handled well, it will be a symbol of worker-peasant cooperation, an honor.
If not handled properly, it will undermine worker-peasant cooperation and unity!
Yan Fugui said with a chill running down his spine, "Jiecheng, quickly go and notify everyone in the hospital to hold a meeting. This matter must be dealt with seriously. Go now."
"Alright!" Yan Jiecheng was also a temporary worker at the planting base. After eating the food at the planting base for a period of time, he was in great shape and walked with a brisk pace.
In less than ten minutes, the entire hospital staff gathered at Zheng Ya's doorstep for a meeting.
The meeting venue was moved from the middle courtyard to the back courtyard, a deliberate move by Yan Fugui to highlight the status of the Zheng family.
Besides, the Zheng family's courtyard house is magnificent!
The lights were on both the upstairs and downstairs, illuminating the backyard so brightly that people in the yard liked to come and enjoy the light.
Once everyone was present, Yan Fugui completely ignored the presence of the elderly man Yi Zhonghai beside him, cleared his throat, and said while adjusting his black-rimmed glasses, "Today's meeting has only one topic: there's been a thief in the yard."
This is a major event that damages the friendship and unity between workers and peasants.
Whoever stole Xu Damao's old hen, step forward and admit your mistake. Go to the countryside and tell the people in the commune about it later, otherwise it will become a big deal and our courtyard will be badly disgraced.
"Who stole the chicken? Let me know!"
"Mom, don't pull me! I admit I stole the chicken..." Bang Geng tried to push forward, but Qin Huairu held him back tightly, and he was speechless on the spot: "Waaah, Bang Geng, how could you be so stupid!"
"Qin Huairu, look at what you've done! You still have the nerve to stop Banggeng from admitting his mistake for stealing a chicken. What kind of awareness and attitude do you have?" Yan Fugui angrily criticized her for setting a bad example for the children.
Everyone makes mistakes. Admitting your mistakes is a good start, a new beginning!
What kind of person are you if you do something wrong and don't admit it?
Qin Huairu knelt down before Zheng Ya, sobbing, "Waaah, my Bang Geng has gone bad again! Please save my Bang Geng, please..."
"What the hell? What does this have to do with me?" Zheng Ya had been busy for dozens of days and hadn't paid any attention to the changes in Bang Geng after returning home.
So, does this mean the positive influence of the "planning-based" approach has disappeared?
So what causes the stick-shaped chicken to steal?
How did the child, who had been getting better, turn bad again?
This is really weird!
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