Do you think so highly of me?
Ruan Xianxian almost burst into tears while holding the liaison officer's large hand.
Fan Caicai slowly finished speaking, "After all, it was just a spit of phlegm you casually spat on the street..."
They might vomit on a thug who has a relative who sweeps the streets.
In the past, those who could sweep the streets were at least daughters of landlords. Their ex-husbands were Red Armband members, and Red Armband members' current wives were the daughters of members of the Revolutionary Committee.
Congratulations, you've successfully gotten yourself into big trouble because of a single spit.
Ruan Xianxian: ? ? ?
Comrade Xiao Cai's witty and sarcastic remarks are at their peak.
"Now that you mention it, the outside world seems very dangerous. Why don't we go back to our hometown and farm?"
Fan Caicai just smiled and didn't say anything, her gaze as if she were looking at an 18-year-old mentally challenged person.
"You can believe the outside world isn't that complicated, but please always believe in your ability to cause trouble. Now... are we changing teams again?"
Ruan Xianxian shook her head vigorously, "I won't change them anymore. I finally realize that I'm not the one who's wrong. It's clearly that morally corrupt couple. I just want to replace them."
The matter has come full circle. Comrade Fan sighed, thinking, "What a damn logical genius!"
I, who am hailed as a logical genius, can't argue with that at all.
He remained silent for a moment, thinking about the officialdom 20 years from now that the man before him had mentioned…
"I will report this matter to higher authorities. Entrapment is unacceptable; using oneself as bait is unacceptable; abuse of power is unacceptable..."
The three prohibitions came crashing down, and the guy grinned obsequiously, "Um, could we report it later? Let Uncle Xiang establish himself first, and then report it after he's made some achievements and taken over as secretary?"
"Ruan, Xian, Xian!"
Five minutes later, the door behind Ruan Xianxian, who was standing outside the gate, slammed shut.
To hell with upholding justice, to hell with the idea of standing up for what's right...
Fan Caicai finally saw things clearly. If that woman surnamed Qiong hadn't provoked Wu to come to her first, and the bed had collapsed, this girl might have even peeked through the crack in the door to watch the show!
By packaging the elimination of dissidents as a noble and righteous act, and if Fan Caicai hadn't slipped up and revealed her true purpose, she would have been completely fooled.
Ruan Xianxian, who had been kicked out by the liaison officer, stood outside the door for a while, feeling sad. Then, Xiang Hongjun brought over a young man dressed in an artistic style.
"I've been looking for you for ages. Come quick, your nephew's here. Get him settled in."
Looking at her nephew, who was at least 17 or 18 years old and not even 20, Ruan Xianxian was dumbfounded.
Xiang Hongjun, always eager to stir up trouble, said, "Do you remember Sister Song from the oil press? This is her son, Zhu Qing."
Oh, right, Ruan Xianxian remembered. She met a woman at the oil pressing factory in the provincial capital and traded a future position at the factory for the oil pressing technology.
Her expression immediately changed. "It's Xiao Zhu! Sister Song has praised you to me a lot. Just call me Aunt Ruan. Don't worry, everything else has been arranged for you."
Zhu Qing glanced at her, expressionless: "Thank you for your kindness, Comrade Ruan. I am currently a writer for several newspapers."
Although I don't receive a salary, the ration coupons the newspaper awards me are enough to support me, so there's no need for special arrangements.
Ruan Xianxian whispered to Xiang Hongjun, "His mother is a shrewd and capable woman, but the child she gave birth to doesn't seem very smart."
Xiang Hongjun glared at her. "Cricket in front of the person in question, have you considered how they feel?"
"Alright, nephew, I'll do whatever you say. Do whatever you want in the village. If you can't make it, come find me anytime."
Upon hearing this, Xiang Hongjun looked surprised. He thought that in order to fulfill his promise, even the troublemaker would bring people to the commune. Why would he break the promise so easily?
He didn't believe Song Jie would keep her promise if Zhu Qing wasn't properly taken care of.
It's fine when someone is around, but there's a saying: "When people leave, the tea grows cold."
He casually ordered a junior officer to take Zhu Qing to the brigade and hand him over to Hu Heshuo. Watching the man's retreating figure, who didn't even turn his head, he asked the Red Army soldier:
"Did you blow it off?"
Ruan Xianxian smiled mysteriously, "Uncle, do you know what 'the pride of a scholar' means?"
Speak like a human being!
The guy chuckled, "He's never been beaten up by farming in the countryside. Just wait, he'll be back calling me 'Auntie' in less than half a month."
After lunch, the driver and the others, wiping their greasy mouths, prepared to leave. The leader took a ticket from the car.
"The quantity and quality have been verified and are correct. Please have the commune stamp this document."
I asked around and found out that the commune's official seal was in Secretary Zheng's hands. He had just gone out to eat and the seal could only be stamped when someone returned.
The driver and the others immediately panicked.
Putting aside the fact that the Party Secretary's meal might not even end, he might be back tomorrow...
They have set time limits for their return trips. After delivering this truckload, they immediately have other goods to pick up, and the timing is always arranged in advance to meet deadlines.
At this moment, Ruan Xianxian, who had never been involved in this field before, finally glimpsed the tip of the iceberg.
Secretary Zheng simply walked away, leaving the drivers and others who were stranded and unable to complete their tasks to vent their anger on her.
Who told her to offend someone?
That's just how people are.
Ruan Xianxian smiled, said "Follow me" and went upstairs first, followed closely by the others who exchanged glances.
Upon reaching the door of the innermost office on the second floor, under everyone's gaze, Ruan Xian kicked the old security door once, then twice...
Under the watchful eyes of three tall, burly loading and unloading workers, the iron gate gradually deformed, and with a clang, the lock cylinder opened...
They swallowed hard.
Did you plant a bomb in the sole of your foot?
He kicked open the innermost wooden door and beckoned to the four men, saying, "Come in, I'll find you the official seal. I don't believe any Party Secretary carries the official seal in his pocket."
The four burly men waved their hands in unison, and the driver swallowed hard. "Well, no need, we'll just wait for you here."
Perhaps realizing his tone was inappropriate, he added, "Waiting a little longer is fine too."
The door-kicking made quite a commotion, and heads popped out from the corridor offices. Seeing the explosive scene at the end, some immediately ducked back in, while others clicked their tongues and walked closer to investigate.
Ruan Xianxian, now surrounded by onlookers, went into the office and fumbled around for a while.
The tea mug—no, I threw it away…
It wasn't at the bottom of the thermos, so I threw it away...
The drawer, the drawer is locked, smash it...
Paper isn't an official seal, so throw it away; a pen isn't an official seal either, so throw it away too...
Her large, round almond-shaped eyes precisely missed the round official seal inside the drawer, while her two intermittently blind eyes wandered aimlessly.
"It's nowhere to be found. Could it be hidden inside a chair leg? Never mind, let's look for it."
Clang! Thud! Bang—
Beautiful music rang out from the secretary's office one after another. The commune staff, realizing that things were getting serious, immediately invited Xiang Hongjun, who was familiarizing himself with his work on the first floor.
"Director, Director, please come upstairs quickly! The female educated youth you brought has smashed up the Party Secretary's office. If you go any later, the building will be demolished!"
To the Red Army: ? ? ?
He swore that even when he was perfectly healthy and being chased by the Japanese soldiers, he had never run that fast...
When he arrived, the guy was chewing on the official seal, spreading the receipts flat on the wall with one hand, pointing to the signature area with the other, and asking indistinctly:
"Is this where the stamp is placed? Speak up!"
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