"No, you don't seem like that kind of idealist. You have a purpose." He Ping stared at Zhou Bocheng, a young man who was covered in mud every day and didn't say a word.
Zhou Bocheng is not in vain these days. Although there are only two people, the tools in Qingshuigou are complete. With He Ping's authority, there are too many to say. Thousands of dollars can be mobilized, but the stubborn He Ping has never done it.
This matter.
Zhou Bocheng asked him to recruit people and start work directly according to the plan. On the first day, Zhou Bocheng called several outside workers.
After being scared away by Wang Hu's group, Zhou Bocheng rolled up his sleeves without any hesitation and started doing it himself.
In fact, he didn't lie. It would be nice if he had no regrets. This project, through his own hands, had brought such a huge crisis to the upper, middle and lower villages of Qingshuigou. He didn't know it before, but after he found out, he told himself.
In the last days, make life as perfect as possible.
Qingshuigou's sewage treatment fell into this situation, which is a chain reaction. When water becomes a problem, the villagers' living costs will increase. After the increase, there will be less labor in the village. With less labor in the village, they will only continue to be bullied and oppressed.
Since there was no one, Zhou Bocheng asked He Ping to do it together. He just said to He Ping
"I want to do it, are you afraid?"
He Ping was stunned for a long time, watching Zhou Bocheng find a sack from the house, roll up his sleeves, roll up his trouser legs, and just put the mud in the ditch into it, without any pretense at all.
"I'm afraid of 7.8." He shouted, and this man who looked to be in his sixties or seventies but was only forty years old started to do it.
The two of them, Wang Hu, would definitely not dare to move, even if they were trying to scare them, they would not be able to do anything.
He could only tell Guo Wenchao about the situation. Guo Wenchao was confused, what could two people do?
He even asked two people to take photos, which was even more confusing.
Wang Hu was asked to continue observing, and Zhou Bocheng and He Ping continued to work the next day, but they changed their method and dug some clean soil from the mountain, directly blocking the source of the upstream.
The biggest problem in Qingshuigou is the iron products factory above. It is said that it has some relationship with a local gangster in Jianghai City, which led to the current situation.
Due to the serious pollution, Zhou Bocheng and He Ping could already see changes in their efforts the next day. There was less black sludge, and the water was still black. It could not move before, but now it can move at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It's flowing.
After hearing this, Guo Wenchao had a look of disdain on his face. Wang Baolin and Lin Haoran were eating, drinking, and staring at the photos on their phones with crazy sarcasm in their smiles.
Zhou Bocheng was completely confused. If he, Zhou Bocheng, was the manager and did nothing every day but just did the foolish old man's job of moving mountains, he might still be of some use.
But what time is it now? The work is thankless, dirty every day, and offends all the leaders of the engineering department. The three of them know that the Qingshuigou project is too small for the Zhiyuan Group, and no one cares about it.
Everyone got a piece of the pie.
Zhou Bocheng was committing public outrage.
On the third day, Zhou Bocheng got into trouble. He and He Ping found some cement. It was cement!
It directly blocked the drainage channel of Taiyang Iron Products Factory!
There was a blockage in the morning, but the other party didn't take it seriously. They were all working in the factory, so they called someone to clean it up quickly. He Ping had been infected by Zhou Bocheng's spirit for two days, as if he was a young man in his twenties.
At noon, I used the transfer money to seal it again with cement.
Can people in the factory tolerate this?
In the new energy project department on the other side, a woman and a man appeared in the hall.
The five new energy management leaders, Feng Wei, Chen Kun, Rao Xiao, Cao Ling, and Wu Siyu, quickly greeted us with smiles.
"Secretary Qin has so many things to do, how come he has time to come to this humble residence?" Feng Wei said quickly, looking at the young man next to Qin Shishi, who looked steady and had sharp eyes.
"Who is that, hurry up and make tea..."
"I can't help Director Feng. I'm not the protagonist today. Someone is here to investigate."
"What's wrong? What is worthy of questioning?" Feng Wei was confused, but he felt relieved when he saw Qin Shishi's expression.
It shouldn’t be a big deal!
The position of secretary seems to have little real power, but a lot of power.
"This is Mr. Jia Chen's godson, let him do the talking."
As soon as Qin Shi finished talking about poetry, the office became quiet. He kept looking at this young man who looked broad-faced, mature and steady.
Jia Chen?! He is one of the most powerful local gangsters in Jianghai City. What he did in the past few decades was all the talk in the streets and alleys after tea and dinner. He changed his hands and became a master.
This man who looked very stable opened his mouth to Feng Wei. He looked stable but when he opened his mouth, he was extremely arrogant.
"What's wrong? Can't you finish the Qingshui ditch project?"
The five people were originally smiling. After hearing this harsh tone, a trace of displeasure flashed in their eyes and they returned to smiling. Feng Wei looked confused. Before he could speak, Lin Haoran jumped in and said.
"Director Feng, it's like this. I don't know what kind of crazy thing Zhou Bocheng is talking about these days. Everything about the Qingshuigou project was originally going according to plan, but Zhou Bocheng went there in the past two days and disrupted our original plan.
"
Several big guys listened and remained silent, not understanding what the disruption meant specifically.
Rao Xiao, on the other hand, glanced at Guo Wenchao a few times. He was mainly responsible for the Qingshuigou project. When he saw the look in his eyes, Rao Xiao immediately understood and began to recall Zhou Bocheng in his heart.
But it really has no impact.
However, several new energy leaders have been in love with each other for so many years, and they have already formed a tacit understanding. When they look at each other, they have figured out the general situation.
Seeing everyone's silence, Lin Haoran had already decided to step on Zhou Bocheng's feet today and use the hands of Jia Chen's godson to regain his face.
"Mr. Jia..."
"My surname is not Jia, my surname is Feng, and my last name is Fan." Feng Fan interrupted Lin Haoran, expressionless, and still had a questioning look on his face.
"Mr. Feng, Zhou Bocheng, is a supervisor just appointed by the New Energy Project Department. He may not have understood the situation in Qingshuigou. He is also a good colleague of mine. I will call him right away to explain the situation."
After Lin Haoran finished speaking, the entire office became quiet, and everyone was silent. An idea appeared in everyone's mind.
Lin Haoran has absolutely nothing to do with the position of manager. Even Yu Shundong can't do it!
Wang Baolin secretly cursed a waste, Lin Haoran committed all the taboos...