Song Aiqiang's heart suddenly sank.
He was not good at speaking outside, and he knew clearly that there was no point in arguing with the people in the committee.
Judging from the situation, the director of the Youth League Office has close ties with the committee. If he continues to make trouble, not only will he not get the money, but he may also get himself into trouble.
He is now the pillar of the family. Once he goes in, this family will be finished.
When Song Nanfu and Song Nanshan saw this, they panicked and looked at their father pleadingly, "Dad, I don't want to go to the countryside. I don't want to go to the countryside."
"Dad, please help me."
"That's enough." Song Aiqiang slapped everyone in the face and said through gritted teeth, "Shut up, everyone."
Song Aiqiang turned around and asked the director of the Youth League Center, "Then, Director, is the one who signed them up a pretty girl, my daughter?"
Director Wang squinted at him. He was not stupid, so how could he admit it now? He snorted and said, "Didn't I tell you that your two sons signed up on their own? Why are you bringing up other people?"
Hearing this, Song Aiqiang was really angry and changed his words, "Then, then do you know where my daughter Song Nanting went?"
"Go look for your daughter outside, why are you looking for someone here?" Director Wang did not admit anything, let alone say anything. If he really said anything, wouldn't that be admitting his guilt? Besides, he had accepted money from the female comrade, so he had some moral obligation to do things for others in exchange for money, so he just drove the man away.
Song Aiqiang had no choice but to ask his two sons to handle the formalities.
The formalities were completed smoothly, and Song Aiqiang took his two sons back. On the way, the two brothers Song Nanfu didn't even dare to cry, and began to think about their own going to the countryside.
Song Nanfu said, "Dad, since we can't change it, we have to sell my job."
After he reminded him, Song Aiqiang also reacted, "Yes, let's go now."
Song Nanshan, who was standing next to him, gritted his teeth at the sight of his elder brother. It was a pity that he had no job to sell, but since the money was earned from the sale, it would be his family's money, and he would have to ask his parents to give him some of it when the time came.
As a result, the three of us went to the shoe factory and asked about the matter. Director Wang said, "That won't work. The position belongs to the factory. Since he went there as an educated youth, he has to return the job to the factory. There is no such thing as selling it. How about this, keep the position, and when the country allows the educated youth to return to the city, come back and ask about going to work."
No matter what the three of them said, it just wouldn't work.
Song Aiqiang's heart sank, and he felt as bad as he could be.
However, he also saw that Director Wang was deliberately making things difficult for them, so he said, "Since that's the case, we won't make things difficult for Director Wang. I'll take them to the factory committee office to ask the factory director."
Director Wang was not in a hurry. "Go ahead. He's there."
Song Ai Qiang was very upset by his attitude, so he took his two sons to the factory committee to find the factory director.
As soon as they left, Director Wang pouted, "Finally these scums are gone. Do you still want to sell your workstation? You're just waiting for something to happen."
It is true that there is one position for one person, but this position was taken by the factory director as soon as we received the notice yesterday, and we also made it clear to the secretary that we wanted to get a technical secondary school graduate, who is much better than Song Nanfu, who would only bring a bad influence.
Not to mention going to the factory director, even going to the secretary would be useless.
Song Ai Qiang didn't believe it, so he took his two sons to the factory committee building. However, the factory director was not there, saying that he had just left for a meeting. He went to ask if he could sell his job, but the factory committee members directly refused, saying that it was impossible.
Song Aiqiang came downstairs, and Song Nanfu asked anxiously, "How is it?"
Seeing Song Aiqiang shaking his head, he was completely dumbfounded.
It's over. It's really over.
The news of the Song family's incident quickly spread throughout the compound. Everyone said it was retribution, but many people were also wondering where Song Nanting had gone.
Although Song Ai Qiang failed to get any information from the director of the Youth League Office, he vaguely felt that this matter was related to Song Nanting. Otherwise, why did Song Nanting disappear and such a thing happened at home?
But if it was really Song Nanting, how did she do it?
Song Ai Qiang couldn't figure it out, so he returned home with his two sons, only to see Zhao Xiu'e sitting in the living room in a disheveled state, with several women outside peeking in to watch the fun.
After closing the door, the Song Nanfu brothers were so focused on the sadness of going to the countryside that they didn't notice how their good mother had been tickled.
Song Aiqiang frowned, "Is the money coming?"
Zhao Xiu'e got angry when she talked about this. "Look at my face. Those two women are so shameless that they teamed up to beat me. They are so shameless."
Song Aiqiang didn't care whether she was beaten or not, and asked angrily, "Where's the money?"
"No, they won't give it to me." Zhao Xiu'e said angrily, "That old woman refused to give it to me, saying that the family had no money. If I had searched the house directly, I would have searched the house directly. I won't let this old woman go."
Looking at her son, Zhao Xiu'e asked, "Have you made things clear?"
"Bullshit."
Song Aiqiang said, "They both had to go to the countryside, and there was no news from Song Nanting."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiu'e's head buzzed.
Both of her sons had to go to the countryside, which broke her heart.
"Where on earth did that damn girl Song Nanting go?"
Song Nanting is on the train now.
Thanks to the fact that the hard sleeper was sparsely populated and quiet, Song Nanting slept well in the second half of the night. When she woke up, it was already past seven o'clock, and the cadre in the lower bunk was already reading a book.
Song Nanting carried her bag and went to wash up and go to the toilet. When she came back, she took out buns and eggs from her bag and started eating.
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