Xu Xiangyang naturally didn't know those things, and even if he did, he would still say that he deserved it.
If you don't want to do difficult problems, and only do them when you see benefits, what kind of organization would that be?
On the way back, Xu Xiangyang saw Lu Shuji and Cao Yajun get into the car and leave together.
I guess he still has work to do, since Director Liao hasn't gotten off work yet.
If even leaders are so hardworking, ordinary people should also strive to work hard.
Xu Xiangyang sighed, then got on the bus home.
The next day was the weekend, and he didn't get up early, sleeping until noon.
If Qian Wenqing hadn't come and knocked on the door, he could have slept a little longer.
"Chasing after him! Chasing after him! What are you doing?!" He frowned as he looked at Qian Wenqing at the door.
Qian Wenqing immediately backed down, "Brother Xu, I just came to report to you. You haven't been there for half a month, and the grain bags are almost empty."
He saw that everyone was angry and was a little scared.
Xu Xiangyang sighed and said, "Isn't that last sentence the key point?"
They also reported the situation, mainly that they had run out of food; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to come.
Even without him going, he knew that these people must be living a very comfortable life, with food to eat and no need to do any hard work.
Qian Wenqing chuckled, "Not entirely. I'll go inside and tell you."
The two entered the room, and Xu Xiangyang lay down on the bed again. Then he looked at him and said, "Hurry up, what's the matter? We finally got a day off."
In two days I'll have to go work on Liao Shi's project, and it won't be so easy to take a vacation anymore.
Qian Wenqing knew his personality, so he quickly explained the important things to him.
Then he added, "We're out of food. Do you have time to go check on things? We'll run out of food tomorrow."
He wasn't lying; he really was going to run out of food.
Xu Xiangyang stood up and said, "I'll go out with you in a bit, but who told you about what happened earlier?"
Qian Wenqing knew what he was talking about, so he said, "Hei Zi found out about it."
Blackie?
Xu Xiangyang hasn't been there in a long time; he's forgotten who's who.
He nodded. "Okay, you go upstairs first. I'll change my clothes and come find you."
After Qian Wen left, he lowered his head and fell into deep thought.
He had previously asked those people to inquire about Cao Yajun, but there had been no news, so he thought that was the end of it.
Unexpectedly, he brought good news today.
Cao Yajun started working in this department when he was 23 years old.
In just five short years, he rose to the position of Secretary-General.
Interestingly, he often went in and out with Lu Shuji, which is somewhat intriguing.
Xu Xiangyang frowned as he thought, then suddenly his eyes widened.
"Holy crap, no way?"
He was a little surprised, but this was not impossible.
Wow, I think I've stumbled upon some juicy gossip!
During lunch, Xu Xiangyang glanced at Qian Wenqing.
This man was so excited about the meat that he swung his chopsticks around like crazy.
But thinking about it, it makes sense; I haven't been there for half a month.
After the meal, Xu Xiangyang took Qian Wenqing and left with a small cart.
Of course, you can't push the stroller by yourself.
"Brother Xu, wait a minute." Qian Wenqing was exhausted; the house was too far away.
It usually takes almost 20 minutes to take a car, and walking with a stroller takes even longer.
Xu Xiangyang sat down by the roadside to rest for a while, then glanced at the time and said, "Give me the car, you can rest for a bit."
He pushed the cart into the alley and then filled it with things.
Most of the food consisted of cornmeal, wheat flour, and rice, with the rest being a small jar of lard, as well as cabbage and potatoes.
Then they added two more pieces of cured pork and one five-pound pork.
They didn't give them anything else, just enough to eat. If they're too full, they're more likely to rebel.
Qian Wenqing was both amused and exasperated when he saw the truck full of stuff.
The one laughing is that they should be happy to have food, but the one crying is that they have to push all of this back!
What's going on here?!
The thought that the grain he had painstakingly pushed back would have to be shared with others made him feel very uncomfortable.
"Brother Xu, wait here for me, I'll go call someone!" His expression was very domineering.
That's right, we can't keep everyone else waiting to eat, he's practically a mother hen!
Xu Xiangyang did not refuse, and sat there watching the car, waiting for Qian Wenqing to return.
The person returned not long after, followed by two other people.
"Brother Xu! I'm here!" He ran over with a grin, then said to the other two, "Push these things back! We're making dumplings tonight!"
Pork shouldn't be kept for too long; eat it as soon as you can.
Upon hearing that there were dumplings to eat, the two of them immediately went to get the cart.
Xu Xiangyang smiled and followed the two men over.
On the way, Qian Wenqing kept boasting about how powerful he was over there, and how everyone listened to him.
Xu Xiangyang, however, was unimpressed. So what if he controlled the grain? Otherwise, who would listen to him?
These are not ordinary people; getting them to truly obey is no easy task.
We all have vested interests, so it's impossible for whatever you say to be the final word.
Qian Wenqing now just holds the spatula and decides what to eat today, and that's what they eat.
Therefore, people would rather eat something nice and say a few more pleasant words than deliberately go against him.
As soon as they entered, they saw Dong Er coming out of the kitchen.
Because the kitchen door wasn't locked, anyone could get in.
"Hey, you're back! This is all grain!" Dong Er immediately rushed over, looking shifty-eyed.
Xu Xiangyang glanced at him, then turned and went inside.
The room was very clean, and there wasn't a speck of dust on the table.
It's obvious that Qian Wenqing is a clean person. I never expected that.
"Brother Xu, could you help me open this box?" Qian Wenqing carried the things into the house and gestured for his help.
Xu Xiangyang used the key on the table to open the cabinet, which was full of grain sacks.
Several people worked together to carry the grain into the house, and each of them had a happy expression on their face.
These days, as long as there's food, you can eat your fill!
Seeing that there was more grain, the others felt more at ease.
Dong Er sighed as he watched the box being locked, and said to Qian Wenqing, "Brother Qing, how about we make a lot of dumplings tonight? It's been so long since we've had dumplings."
They ate dumplings once on their second day of arrival. After that, there was no meat, so they could only eat plain noodles for two meals, or steamed buns.
These are all delicious, but none of them are as good as dumplings!
The big meatball wrapped in a white dough sheet smells so good!
Just thinking about it makes my mouth water.
Not only him, but the other two were drooling too, though of course they couldn't actually drool out.
They were all too embarrassed to be as direct as Dong Er was.
Hearing this, Qian Wenqing pouted unhappily, "You'll eat whatever I cook! Don't be picky, it's good enough that you have something to eat, why are you complaining about too much or too little?"
There are plenty of people out there who can't even afford cornmeal, let alone wheat flour.
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