Song Qingyun had to work for two days when he returned to the city this time, and went to the unit as usual.

He happened to report to Secretary Zhong about a business matter in the afternoon. After talking about the main business, the leader asked how the poverty alleviation work in Hongshi Village is doing now. Asked, he got angry and scolded Comrade Xiao Song fiercely.

I have been saying that you are doing what you eat for more than a month, and the village branch committee meeting and village cadre meeting have not been held. Now I am afraid that you, Song Qingyun, even the members of the village committee and party members, cannot recognize them. You have mobilized poverty alleviation, are there any specific measures?

After leaving Lao Zhong's office, Song Qingyun felt a little disappointed and muttered in his heart that the branch secretary was sick and the village chief was in trouble and could not go home. Now I can't open it now. What can I do? I'd better think about how to get Liu Yonghua back to the village.

If you want Liu Yonghua to return to the village, you must first solve the problem of Wu Shen.

Song Qingyun decided to go there again to see if he could fight for it in the end.

Learning from the lesson last time, he didn't drive and took a taxi this time.

When he arrived at the field, it was still crowded. When he saw the scene of being jammed, he was glad: Fortunately, I didn’t drive here, otherwise I would have been afraid that I would be blocking here.

By the way, the door number of this community seems to be called No. 6 Niujiaoba, with more than 500 households and more than 3,000 permanent residents and tenants living in it.

Because it is an open community, there are many people coming and going, and the order is very chaotic.

Because there are many residents here and far from the vegetable market, vegetable vendors set up street stalls here.

As time went on, gradually, more and more vegetable vendors came. Then, fruit vendors came; those who bought breakfast and snacks and those who sold midnight snacks also came, and this place became a big market.

Everyone nearby parked their cars here, and they were so crowded that they couldn't be squeezed any more.

As soon as Song Qingyun entered the community, he was so frightened by the smell of rotten vegetable leaves that he almost vomited.

The weather is hot, and the vegetables leaves and various garbage thrown on the ground are burned by the sun for a day and they are smelly, and the air is filled with a strange sweet smell. After smelling it for a long time, my head is a little dizzy.

"Brother Song, ah, is Brother Song really you?" A voice screamed in surprise.

Then, someone patted Song Qingyun on the shoulder.

He looked back and stood a thin young man behind him.

"Ah, it's Xiao Shi, why are you here?"

Xiao Shi: "Nonsense, I am a grid worker, and I am responsible for this area. Why can't I come here? I received a report that the garbage here is piled up in mountains. Come and take a look, and then report to my superiors to ask the sanitation workers to come and clean up."

The so-called grid workers are the products of urban network management.

Urban grid management is to divide urban management jurisdictions into unit grids according to certain standards. By strengthening the inspection of unit grids, a management and service model that separates supervision and disposal are established.

Simply put, it means dividing the community and street into small blocks, and a grid worker is responsible for it. It collects information, verifies social management affairs, and assists superior agencies in solving people's livelihood issues.

Simply put, it is the first line, the grassroots level.

Xiao Shi and Song Qingyun took the civil service exam together that year, but Song Qingyun finally passed the exam, but he fell into the list.

However, Xiao Shi felt it didn't matter. His family had a breakfast shop in the city, which sold noodles. If he really couldn't pass the exam, he would have to go home and become a small boss.

The young man likes movement but not quiet, which makes him feel more uncomfortable than beheading his head every day. So he is very interested in this grid work while preparing for next year's civil service exam.

He also belonged to Qianjin Street. After becoming a grid worker, he got together with Song Qingyun. He was really destined to be together.

Song Qingyun ran to Hongshi Village and the unit a month ago. He was very busy. Speaking of which, the two had not met for a long time. This time he saw people, he felt very intimate.

Secretary Xiao Song pulled Xiao Shi to the side, took out a cigarette from his bag and handed it over.

When Xiao Shi saw that it was a 25-1 pack of "King Furong" and was particularly disgusted: "Song Qingyun, you are a formal civil servant and the first secretary of the village, smoking this kind of cigarette? Go and see, who is not a 51 pack of "Broad and Narrow" and "Red River"?"

Song Qingyun: "Those guys have fathers, mothers, houses and cars locally, and their salary is pocket money. How can I compare with others? Besides, I don't smoke, so I can't tell the difference between good and bad, and it's enough to smoke."

Xiao Shi lit a cigarette and hummed angrily: "Song Qingyun, you are still a billionaire!"

Song Qingyun was a little depressed: "A billions of ghosts, my mother doesn't pay any money. The monthly salary and pocket money are only enough to keep a car. I am so poor that I am very hateful and vicious. You can invite dinner later. By the way, how are you doing now, Xiao Shi?"

"What else can you do? You can continue to prepare for the exam while working. Don't say that, the salary is so small! The work is tiring." Xiao Shi said: "Brother Song, I'm a little shaken now whether you will continue to take the civil examination? I think you are a formal civil servant, your salary is lower than that of me, a grid worker."

Song Qingyun was weak: "Who said no, I want to exchange it with you."

Xiao Shi's basic salary was 3,800 yuan, and he got 2,900 yuan after deducting five insurances and one fund; Song Qingyun was a formal civil servant and had just joined the company for one year, and his basic salary was 3,400 yuan, and he got 2,200 yuan after deducting it.

This is because the local area is considered a strong economic county, and the replacement of remote counties is even lower.

It is said that in S County, a mountainous area of ​​100 kilometers away, the grid worker got 1,440, which is a bit miserable.

"What are you switching? You have performance at the end of the year, and the unit will also send something."

Song Qingyun screamed in anger: "What performance? Those who have New Year's Day will get an extra monthly salary. As for benefits, is it considered a box of mooncakes that are thirty fast in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and a bag of twenty kilograms of rice at the end of the year? By the way, you have bonuses every month, so don't say you're poor."

Xiao Shi also screamed: "Bonus, no, you can't get the performance of 400 yuan per person per month. You may not be able to get it. You must determine it based on the score. Those who fail the qualification will be deducted."

He explained that the street has a reward and punishment system, which is scored based on the performance and performance of the grid workers and divided into three levels of ABC. If you get C, the 400 yuan will be deducted and the top five will be rewarded.

Song Qingyun asked curiously: "Xiao Shi, I know you. You are nothing else. You are just lively and brave enough to do things. You are often praised by your leaders. Wouldn't you get rewards every month?"

Shi Man's face was bitter: "I have been c for two months in a row."

Song Qingyun looked unbelievable: "This...is impossible?"

"Looking at my situation, do you think you can get a?" Xiao Shi pointed to the front.

The sanitation worker has arrived, so he goes to push the trash can and ask the vegetable dealer to clean up the stall and make way out and not block the way.

The livelihood of the dealer naturally refused, and the two parties began to fight each other and greeted each other's female immediate relatives, wanting to have an immoral relationship with them.

Everyone was so quarreled that their faces were red and sweating profusely.

This is pretty good. It is the evening rush hour now, and not only the owners of this community, but also people from other communities drove over.

The whole world was filled with wriggling vehicles, the sound of horns was heard, and the garbage truck was caught in the traffic, making a roaring sound of the engine, but no one paid attention to it.

The owner of a Mercedes-Benz SUV was finally angry. He stopped the car in the middle of the road, got out of the car and locked the door and left. While walking, he shouted: "My car is equipped with a dashcam. I'll try moving it. Go to have a meal first, and then come over to move. Is it too crowded, and no one takes care of it?"

Xiao Shi told Song Qingyun that the owner of the Mercedes-Benz was the owner of the neighborhood nearby and would park the car here every night. It was so arrogant that no one dared to mess with it.

Song Qingyun was very surprised and said that if someone who drives Mercedes-Benz still has no money to buy a parking space, he insisted on parking here?

Xiao Shi replied, who doesn’t like the free parking space? The current parking space is 60,000 to 70,000 yuan per person. Isn’t it delicious to use this money to eat hot pot?

Besides, it is difficult to say whether this car is mortgaged or not, whether the owner’s personal finances are healthy. Nowadays, there are many people who want to ask for money. For example, Song Qingyun, who drives a car worth more than one million, isn’t he so poor that he can’t get a hundred yuan out of his bag, and he is reluctant to step on the accelerator and brake when driving?

Song Qingyun was speechless, indeed!

Xiao Shi said that the residents were angry because the here was blocked and messy. The vendors would not hurry to talk about it. After all, it was convenient to buy vegetables by going downstairs, but it would be unforgivable to park randomly.

So, some residents started to fight these x** parking people.

They directly confronted the owner of the car with 110. As long as there is a block here, they will call the mayor's hotline.

Then, the firefighters came to chase him, but couldn't drive him, and the 110th went out.

But what can 110 do? You can't be fined or arrested, so you have to persuade them to move the car with kind words.

122 has also been here, and after looking at it, there is really no place to draw a parking line, so I can only scold you.

It doesn’t matter if it gets messy here, but Xiao Shi, who is eating, gets a c.

In the next few months, this c will have to continue eating.

Xiao Shi had no choice but to smoke a dull cigarette in depression.

"Xiao Shi, you are not easy, and I am also angry." The two of them stood in the corner, both of them looked sad.

Song Qingyun originally planned to go directly to find the bald old Wu Shen to do ideological work, but naturally he could not stay out of the matter when he saw this situation.

This place is under Qianjin Street Management, and he is a civil servant in the street. It is his duty to maintain order here.

Besides, if you abandon Xiao Shi and ignore him, wouldn’t you be loyal?

Song Qingyun hurriedly called the Mercedes-Benz owner, said a few nice words, and commanded for a long time before finding a parking space to clear the traffic.

Then he asked the vendors to move the stall to clean up the garbage.

I have been busy for a long time and it’s dark and it’s all done.

The two friends who were so tired that they had low blood sugar and felt weak, then they cut a bowl of rice noodles on the street, and finally settled down.

Xiao Shi: "Brother Song, thanks to you today, otherwise I don't know when I will be struggling."

Song Qingyun: "Xiao Shi, it's not a solution to continue like this in Niujiaoba Community. Why don't you get a property management? As long as you have a property, the idle people outside can't get in."

When Xiao Shi heard Song Qingyun’s question, he screamed and said that the street had contacted the property company but could not get in.

Song Qingyun felt strange and said, "How is it possible? If you make money, someone will come. Although the staff in Niujiaoba No. 6 community is complicated and an open community, it is not impossible to manage well. As long as you have enough staff, the company will be responsible.

Xiao Shi said: "On the one hand, the difficulty of community residents is that the key is that the policies of street management have changed recently. We have to follow the system and not do anything randomly."
Chapter completed!