But it was okay. Liu Bin smiled and talked about the situation with the other party, and the answers were fluent. There was nothing unusual.
Zhou Bocheng watched quietly. After the police left, Guo Wenchao came. Zhou Bocheng smiled and said a few polite words before signing the document.
When it was almost ten o'clock, Meng Chen came. His eyes were blood red and his face was pale. He looked like he had been drained by his wife. He entered his office without saying a word.
Now that Meng Chen was gone, Zhou Bocheng paid attention and prepared to conduct an on-site inspection of the sewage project.
Wu Yao scolded Liu Bin for a whole hour. If she hadn't seen Liu Bin looking weak when being questioned by the police, Wu Yao would definitely not have let her go.
"I'm sorry." Liu Bin said casually.
This sorry meaning was misunderstood by Wu Yao. With an angry look on his face, he stood up, clasped his hands behind his back, cursed and scolded Liu Bin, but Liu Bin accepted it calmly and did not refute.
Until she saw Zhou Bocheng come out, Wu Yao asked a few more questions. It was the same project that he had handled before. Wu Yao decided to go with Zhou Bocheng.
"Go and change clothes first."
"Ah?" Wu Yao was stunned.
"I want to see something real." Zhou Bocheng looked in another direction with deep eyes.
"Oh..." Wu Yao roughly understood what Zhou Bocheng meant.
When the two left the project department, they were dressed in rough clothes and linen trousers, got on the bus, and set off towards the testing station.
The Qingshuigou sewage treatment project is mainly due to a factory next to the village of Qingshuigou.
Decades ago, this factory was a company that was jointly established by all the surrounding villages in response to the above-mentioned policies. However, the factory later declared bankruptcy because various indicators exceeded the standards.
At that time, a foreign owner appeared and contracted this factory. It has been prospering in the past few years, but the biggest problem with this kind of factory is that its sewage system is very poor.
All sewage drains flow into the domestic water in the upper, middle and lower Qingshui ditches in the three villages. This water is circulated. In the past few years, everyone thought this problem was not a big problem, but in recent years, as the water quality has improved,
It becomes increasingly turbid, let alone drinking it, even washing clothes will not work.
At this time, Zhiyuan Group's next sewage cleaning project was actually mainly focused on public relations at the factory, and with the consent of a villager, it developed a new line of production, development and economic coexistence.
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Zhou Bocheng read the bidding document in detail and the data given to him the night before. The biggest problem with this project was the factory itself.
Zhou Bocheng began to recall the things about this project, but before he reached Qingshuigou, he could already feel the bumps and the pungent smell just on the bus.
"Bocheng, it smells so bad." Wu Yao covered her nose with a look of reluctance.
Qingshuigou is located on the edge of Jianghai City. If you say it is a village, it is not a village. If you say it is not a village, it is still a village.
"Little girl, what is this? At first glance, it looks like hemp from a foreign country?"
Wu Yao quickly glanced at Zhou Bocheng, covered her mouth and continued speaking.
"This uncle is indeed from another place. My husband and I, because we can't escape from living in the city next door, heard from distant relatives that there are jobs here, so we came here to make a living."
Wu Yao deliberately paused when addressing her. She was watching Zhou Bocheng's reaction.
"Little girl, you are here at the wrong time. Let me tell you, there is indeed work to be done here, but that work is not done by humans. It cannot be said that ordinary people cannot do that work."
The old man who just spoke continued to speak. He had white hair and even his beard was white. He was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, holding a cane in his hand, and his eyes were unusually bright.
"Uncle, I don't understand what you are saying. What do you mean it was done by a human being but not a human being?"
"It's all the fault of the Zhiyuan Group. I think it's been five or six years. At that time, it was very grand, with a big stage, and people put labels on people in the village, saying that they wanted reforms, that they wanted changes, and that they wanted to provide jobs for everyone.
After getting paid, he said that he was some kind of super giant, with the strength and ability to change his surroundings for the better.
On that day, we signed employment letters for some laborers in several villages. The momentum was indeed huge that day, but that was that day."
"Uncle, isn't it a good thing according to what you said?"
"A good thing is indeed a good thing. At the beginning, the people who signed the labor and employment certificates were all paid. Even if they didn't have to go to work, they could get paid without having to go to work. How good this was. Then everyone rushed to compete for it.
I'm trying to find that company, and it has support from above and it has a false name, but what's the use of these things?
Except for the first batch of people who got the money, no one else signed the contract, and the company did not recruit workers. It just set up a monitoring station and testing station there for nothing, and took pictures at a fixed time every year to commemorate the end."
"But uncle, you've been talking for a long time, but I still don't understand." Wu Yao continued.
Suddenly, he noticed that the smell around him was getting worse and worse, and Zhou Bocheng on the side frowned.
"Don't understand? Girl, if I tell you this, you will understand. That is to say, the sewage treatment project is an indicator document issued by the above, and then contracted to a large company called Zhiyuan Group. As for this Zhiyuan Group, it was taken when the photo was taken that day.
I did some souvenirs and talked some empty words, but I didn’t care about anything. What I did every year was to ask everyone to take photos and keep evidence.
There are return visits every year, and there are new changes every year, but those things are just a show. They are just a few honest people in our village asking some people to give some money for a meal. When asked, they just say yes. The smell you smell is not the same as others.
I could smell it, and then started to say something about the results of sewage treatment, and soon..."
As the old man spoke, he became particularly angry and his tone became more and more fierce.
"Uncle Lin, please stop saying a few words. There are no people in Qingshuigou these years. If you drive this young couple away, we will have no labor force." At this time, the driver interrupted.
, smiled at Zhou Bocheng and Wu Yao.
"Remember what I just told you? Remember nothing less." Zhou Bocheng spoke to Wu Yao in a low voice,
Wu Yao nodded seriously. Although she was a little angry and probably understood what was going on, Zhou Bocheng's reaction was very strange.
This matter has no fulcrum for Zhou Bocheng, which means there is no reason for Zhou Bocheng to do this.
To put it another way, if Zhou Bocheng came to do this, firstly, there would be no benefit, secondly, he would not earn any reputation, and thirdly, he would offend many people. Why would he still come to do it in the face of such a powerful enemy?
Wu Yao, who thought of this, couldn't bear it anymore and spoke to Zhou Bocheng...