In the small alley outside Geshi, Huang Yanling frowned tightly after hearing Bangge's idea.

"Banggen, what good things are you thinking about? The man just now is a commune leader, and he is not a fool. Can he give us more than a hundred kilograms of pork?"

Banggeng held Huang Yanling's waist, leaned over and gave her a smack on the face, laughed loudly and said: "Daughter-in-law, just wait and see how my Banggeng fools that old hat!"

Huang Yanling frowned in disgust and raised her arms to wipe the saliva from her face: "That guy may have left now."

"No, with his approach, even if there are factory leaders who want to help him, they don't dare to come forward. Just kidding, it would be a mistake to hire temporary workers without permission. This is a pigeon market, and people come and go.

If someone sees you, you will be in big trouble."

Banggan took Huang Yanling back to the pigeon market and saw Zhao Youcai still squatting there.

Compared with just now, the wrinkles on his forehead were denser.

There was no way, the pork he brought this time was from a few days ago. Although it had been soaked in salt, it had almost smelled of it after such a long time. If the leader could not be found again, the pork would have to be disposed of somehow.

Zhao Youcai was hesitating whether to take the pork back to the commune. When he saw the young man he had just talked to come back, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"You, what do you want to do? I tell you, I don't sell this meat for money."

Bangge didn't answer his question immediately. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. He took two deep puffs and looked aloof. Then he said slowly: "Old comrade, you are lucky today.

I met you, and I have always had a good impression of the members. It’s not easy for me to miss you, so I decided to help you.”

When Zhao Youcai heard this, his fingers trembled in shock, and the pipe and pot in his hand almost dropped to the ground.

"You, you help me? Who are you?!"

Banggeng said proudly: "I, Jia Zhengyi!"

"Jia Zhengyi... I've never heard of it." Zhao Youcai raised his eyebrows and thought for a long time, but he didn't think of the name.

His behavior almost made Banggeng laugh out loud, "Old comrade, the capital is so big, how many leaders do you know?"

"That's true..." Zhao Youcai nodded suspiciously.

He doesn't just believe things, he is very wary of stick jokes.

Of course Bangge knew this, so he lowered his voice and said, "Do you think I'm just a little worker and can't help you?"

"...You really don't dress like a cadre." Zhao Youcai said in a low voice.

"Hmph, you are just looking down on others. I am a worker, but my uncle is the leader of the steel rolling mill. As long as he opens his mouth, he can get more than 20 temporary workers easily.

solve."

Hearing this, Zhao Youcai perked up. He was not familiar with other factories, but he knew a little about the steel rolling mill.

After all, in order to get Li Dong to help him, he had also inquired about the details of the steel rolling mill and learned something about the internal situation of the steel rolling mill.

Zhao Youcai rolled his eyes, licked his face and said with a smile: "Little comrade, who is your uncle?"

These words really stopped Bangge. He was just making nonsense, but he didn't expect that this person would break the casserole and ask the truth.

However, Banggeng was not a vegetarian, and he gave the answer instantly: "Director Yang of the steel rolling mill, how about you ask the leader of this position, can you handle your family's affairs?"

Director Yang is the biggest leader in the steel rolling mill, several levels higher than Li Donglai!

Zhao Youcai suppressed the excitement in his heart and continued to ask: "Who is Director Yang, a relative of yours?"

"Why do you care so much there..." Bangge said with a serious face.

Zhao Youcai chuckled: "I'm just curious!"

"You are an old farmer, but you are not honest at all." Banggeng crossed his arms and said proudly: "Didn't I just say that? He is my uncle."

Later, in order to fear that Zhao Youcai would not believe him, Banggeng told some details about Factory Director Yang.

For example, Director Yang’s wife is called Zhao Youling. She has two sons, both of whom work in the south. She lives in a small villa in Niupi Hutong, and has a Pekingese dog and a record player at home.

Of course, Banggeng heard about these situations from the mouths of workers in the steel rolling mill and Shazhu.

The situation I learned from Zhao Youcai is completely consistent.

Zhao Youcai believed everything in his heart, but there was still one last item to verify, "Then what's your name?"

"You are checking your household registration..." Banggeng scolded him coldly, and then said reluctantly: "My name is Yang Geng!"

This name is quite strange...but with the surname Yang, he must be the nephew of Factory Director Yang.

After Zhao Youcai confirmed Banggeng's identity, his eyes suddenly shone brightly. He pulled Banggian aside, took out a bag of large bags from his pocket, and stuffed it into Banggeng's pocket.

"Master, I really met a noble person this time. I'll leave it to you to deal with the affairs of our village."

Banggeng pinched the front door and said disdainfully: "What, you want to test me with this? Am I such a person who cannot stand the test?"

It has to be said that Bang Gang, who is well versed in the essence of acting, perfectly interprets the faces of those second-generation children.

Zhao Youcai bent over and smiled: "Master, don't worry, I, Zhao Youcai, am a man who understands the rules. I will definitely reward you heavily when the matter is accomplished!"

Banggeng curled his lips disdainfully: "After it's done? You old farmer is really cunning, but this is the capital, and your empty talk won't work."

When Zhao Youcai saw Banggeng was unwilling to help, his heart suddenly became cold, "What do you want?"

"You also know that when you are looking for someone to do something, you have to bring some gifts." Banggeng patted Zhao Youcai on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Comrade Zhao, I like you and am willing to help you, but there are some things that we

You still have to follow the rules.”

"Rules?" Zhao Youcai is from the countryside and really doesn't know the rules in the capital.

BangGeng was kind enough to tell him the story.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "You see, it is obviously illegal for temporary workers to enter the city. If you want to handle this matter, you have to take a lot of risks. Therefore, for each quota, you will be charged

Forty yuan isn’t much, is it?”

Forty yuan... is enough for the members to work in the fields for more than ten years.

However, Zhao Youcai had heard that those members who worked as temporary workers in Qinjiagou could get a salary of more than thirty yuan a month.

As long as you work for more than a month, you can earn back the money, so this deal is considered a good deal.

only....

Zhao Youcai said timidly: "I, I don't have that much money. You also know that we rural people have no place to make money. Even if I am the leader of the commune, I can only earn five or forty yuan a year. You

Let’s do it somewhere!”

"Don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet!"

Banggan took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it without even looking at Zhao Youcai. He squatted down and continued: "Generally speaking, the money should be settled before doing things, but who

How can I be a kind-hearted person? I know that you old farmers are in difficult conditions and have a good impression of you old farmers, so I take special care of you and only charge half of your money, which is twenty yuan per place."

"We don't have twenty yuan either..." Zhao Youcai muttered softly.

Before he finished speaking, he was scolded all over his face.

Bangge scolded with a cold face: "What's the matter with you? Don't let me finish my sentence. No wonder my grandma said that mud-legged people are all uneducated and uneducated people. I didn't believe it before, but now I do

I believe it somewhat."

Zhao Youcai was scolded, but instead of being angry, he actually believed in the stick a bit more.

After all, this is the style of second-generation children.

Look at how powerful people are when they scold others, and look at how superior their posture is.

In the words of the old capital, it is authentic!

"Yes, yes, sir, you are right, we rural people are uneducated..."

Bangge looked at him disdainfully, and then said: "Although you have no money now, you do have pork. Your pork weighs more than 100 kilograms. According to the price in the pigeon market, it can be sold for nearly 200 yuan. I will take a step back.

, I charge half of your money, which is considered as a deposit, and these pork are just enough."

Half the money and half the money... Zhao Youcai thought about it for a while and realized that was really the case.

This business can work!

As long as he gets the quota, Zhaojiazhuang, under his leadership, will be able to stabilize Qinjiagou. When the time comes, he, the village chief, will definitely be promoted to deputy mayor.

Thinking of this, Zhao Youcai no longer hesitated and agreed immediately.

Seeing this, Huang Yanling next to her couldn't help but give Banggeng a thumbs up. Although Banggeng was not good at anything and didn't have much courage, he was very good at deceiving people.

Look, in just a few minutes, he defrauded more than two hundred yuan. Compared with Yan Jiecheng, this is one of the few advantages of Bangge.

Encouraged by the temporary worker quota, Zhao Youcai seemed very active. He found a linen bag and put all the pork in it.

"Master, where do you live? I'll help you take it back." Zhao Youcai licked his face and smiled.

Banggeng sneered: "You old farmer is really cunning. The leader's home address is kept secret. Otherwise, if cats and dogs can harass the leader, then the leader will still have time to serve the masses?!"

"Yes, yes..." Zhao Youcai nodded repeatedly.

The weight of more than 100 kilograms may be considered relatively heavy for the young people of later generations. As long as it is carried on the body, the legs will tremble.

But in this day and age, even a weakling like Bangge can easily carry more than a hundred kilograms of weight.

Bangge casually carried the sack on his body, looked at Zhao Youcai and said: "I will help you handle this matter when I get back. You also know that the leader is busy and has to wait for two days. Then we will come to the pigeon market to meet.

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To be continued...