Ding Changlin said a few simple words and removed himself. What he discovered first was true. He reported it himself and called the bureau. However, no one in the bureau was on duty to answer the phone, and he did not go into the water.
Go, let alone go to the small tomb that collapsed, so everything that happened in the tomb had nothing to do with me.
"What's your name?" Director Qin asked, staring at Ding Changlin.
"Ding Changlin, just transferred here," Ding Changlin replied.
Director Qin nodded and said nothing else. There is no doubt that Director Qin came with a lawsuit on his forehead, and it was the same when he left. He had to carry his shoes and walk barefoot through the mud back to the town. His
The car is still stuck in the middle of the road and I don't know if it can be towed out.
Director Zhao also wanted to follow, but Cui Jinshan arranged to stay and direct the drainage of the tomb passage. The tomb passage cannot always be soaked in water, and he has to wait for the water to be drained for excavation.
"You have offended Director Cui so much this time." After the leaders left, Director Zhao said to Ding Changlin.
"What did I do?" Ding Changlin asked doubtfully.
Director Zhao shook his head and said nothing.
If you offend me, offend me. If you have the ability to fire me, then you have to come up with the regulations to fire me. Did I break the law or violate the rules?
After the leaders left, no matter how hard they worked, who would show it to them? So no one wanted to go down to fetch water at this time. At this time, Director Zhao wanted to command Ding Changlin, but Ding Changlin didn't listen to him and sat in the yard.
They smoked and drank tea under the trees, but did not go to the tomb passage to drain water.
"I see you just talked to a fellow here, do you know him?" Director Zhao came over and drank a cup of tea and asked.
"Secretary of Changle Village, what happened?"
"No problem, go find him and ask him to find a few people with buckets and ladles to drain the water out of the tomb passage," Director Zhao said.
"Help in vain?" Ding Changlin asked.
"How can you help me for free? Just give me some money for cigarettes and alcohol," Director Zhao said.
Ding Changlin shook his head and said: "Director Zhao, labor is so expensive now. Do you think farmers are cheap? It is not cheap at all. If you don't pay the workers, I can't find people. Just tell me the number and I will find people with the right wages."
Find someone."
Director Zhao stared at Ding Changlin and said: "You are from the Cultural Relics Bureau, how can you stand with them? You call the people here first, and I will talk about the money later."
Ding Changlin was unmoved. Director Zhao didn't say how much it was. Ding Changlin didn't move at all. He was reluctant to pay. If you have the ability, go drain the water yourself and mind my business. It would be better if it collapses. I don't have to guard here anymore.
Ding Changlin didn't mean to embarrass him, but he felt that Director Zhao was not a good person. Ding Changlin felt it when he was waiting in the bureau. He had been the mayor's secretary, so what kind of secretary would he be if he had no such vision?
Perhaps the experience of being the deputy mayor's secretary was the most glorious experience in Ding Changlin's life, so he thought about it from time to time, but this experience seemed to be getting further and further away from him.
"Okay, one hundred for each person, one day, you go find someone." Director Zhao said as if he had made a lot of determination.
"One hundred? That's a lot. It's been raining heavily these days, and farmers are busy organizing their terraces," Ding Changlin said.
"You go and try it first," Director Zhao said impatiently.
Ding Changlin went to Secretary Feng to tell him about this, but Secretary Feng didn't say anything. In his words, it was the cemetery of his ancestors. If there was water, of course he would have to help drain it. It was free of charge.
"Hey, Lao Feng, why are you so honest? Yes, it is your ancestor's graveyard, but it has also been dug up. Now we are doing business with the government, and a hundred yuan is not much.
If you want more, I will ask for it for you. In fact, this cemetery has allocated a lot of money, but it has been misappropriated. How can you save them money?" Ding Changlin said angrily.
"How much does it cost?" Secretary Feng was stunned and asked.
"Two hundred, one person per day, you and your son Haitao go to drain the water," Ding Changlin said.
"This guy is not at home. He can't stay at home. When he goes out, he doesn't know what to do," Secretary Feng said.
"You can't do it alone, find someone else," Ding Changlin said.
At this time, Misidi happened to come back from outside. As soon as Secretary Feng mentioned this, the two men decided to earn the four hundred yuan. When Misidi walked past Ding Changlin, Ding Changlin smelled a faint smell of powder.
The three of them took the tools and went out. Ding Changlin walked in front, talking to Secretary Feng as he walked.
"It would be great if the road in the town could lead to Changle Village. Just now the provincial leader came in with his shoes and looked ugly, so there would be no need for him to be covered in mud from the rain," Ding Changlin said.
"Oh, this costs a lot of money. There is no money in the town, and if you have money, you won't use it here. Those guys just spend the money on eating and drinking. If you don't have the big money, you will have to eat the small money." Secretary Feng said.
The three of them reached the top of the terraced field and saw someone climbing up the slope.
At first, Ding Changlin thought that the provincial leaders were back again. When he took a closer look, he realized that it was not. There were seven or eight people with cameras hanging on them, and they were also carrying backpacks and mats. It seemed that they were camping on the mountain.
Already.
"Fellow, how long will it take to climb up there?" asked one of the people hanging a SLR camera. Ding Changlin knew that this long-lens camera was not cheap. He asked someone in the city who specializes in taking photos of leaders, and it costs more than 10,000.
That's still ordinary stuff.
"You have to go to the top of the slope. It will take half an hour to climb. It will be quick," Secretary Feng said.
"What are you here for?" Ding Changlin asked.
"For those who want to take pictures, come and take pictures of the terraces here."
Ding Changlin nodded and didn't care. The three of them climbed over the hillside to Feng Dao's tomb. Under Ding Changlin's guidance along the way, Secretary Feng insisted that the farm work in the fields was very busy. If he didn't pay two hundred, he would go back to farm work.
Director Zhao had no choice but to agree, so Secretary Feng and his father, one scooped water into the bucket in the tomb passage, and the other lifted the water up.
"It's getting late. You keep an eye here. No more people can go into the water in the tomb passage. If something is lost, I will settle the account with you. Watch them drain the water and call me tomorrow morning." Director Zhao said.
"Okay, no problem. Just keep the money first so that you don't have trouble settling the bill later," Ding Changlin said.
"What money? I'm afraid I won't give them just these few hundred yuan?" Director Zhao said angrily.
Ding Changlin said nothing. Secretary Feng, who was carrying water at this time, also realized what was going on. Knowing that Ding Changlin was helping him, he put down the bucket and said, "Yeah, give me the money first, and I will definitely give you the water."
Clean it up, otherwise, I won’t be able to do this job. Who should I ask for money from after I finish it? Him?”
"Don't look for me, I have no money." Ding Changlin saw Secretary Feng pointing at him and said hurriedly.
Although Director Zhao had not left Feng Dao's tomb, as the office director, he had already arranged everything for the leader, so when Director Qin and the others returned to town, such a scene appeared.
On the section of road that can be reached by cars, more than a dozen chairs have been set up. There is a washbasin in front of each chair, and a man and a woman are standing next to them. The man has a bucket at his feet, and the woman is holding a thermos bottle in her hand.
Obviously, this was prepared for the leaders to wash their feet. After the leaders returned from Feng Dao's tomb, Director Zhao even called the bureau personnel staying in the town and asked them to find a few more shoe shiners.
Let the leader leave cleanly.
"Director Cui, you are well prepared," Director Qin said with a smile at this time.
"No, no, we are not well prepared for the leader's inspection this time. We will definitely review this matter when we go back. At that time, I will go to the province to review it with Director Qin," Cui Jinshan said with sincere fear.
Cui Jinshan and Director Qin sat on chairs and enjoyed washing the feet of the beautiful woman in front of them, and then dried them with a white towel. They even brought socks. A few shoe polishers over there also cleaned the leaders' shoes.
So Director Qin got in the car with everyone and left back to the city.
But these foot washers didn't leave because there was still Director Zhao in the bureau who hadn't come back. The key was that they had to wait for Director Zhao to settle the bill.
These foot-washing girls and boys all work in a foot-washing shop in the town. After receiving the call from Director Zhao, the bureau staff immediately set up arrangements in the town. Only then did the leaders arrive at the edge of the town and sit down to wash their feet and do it.
A clean return to the city.
"Director Qin, we have prepared some working meals. Look..." Cui Jinshan accompanied him and asked carefully.
"I'm not going to eat anymore. I have to go see the boss, who is probably waiting for me at this time," Director Qin said.
Cui Jinshan originally wanted to invite him to have a meal with him, but he didn't expect that Director Qin's secretary took out his mobile phone and made a call, and hung up after a few words.
"Director Qin, I have contacted Secretary Li, and Secretary Qi is still waiting for you." Secretary Report reported.
"Okay, I understand, drive faster, Lao Qi should be waiting impatiently," Director Qin said.
Cui Jinshan was not stupid. When he heard that there was something in Director Qin's words, and also heard that Director Qin's secretary was calling Secretary Li, Secretary Li was Secretary Qi's secretary, how could he still be unsure?
There is only one Secretary Qi in the city, and Secretary Qi’s secretary also happens to be named Li. This Secretary Qi is none other than Qi Gaoming, Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee of Jing’an City.
"Well, Director Qin, I will report to the province another day. By the way, regarding the experts, I need to ask Director Qin to help identify them. If the experts below us are not good enough, we should transfer them from the province," Cui Jinshan said.
"Okay, protect the scene. By the way, what's going on with Ding Changlin?" Director Qin asked.
Cui Jinshan was surprised. Ding Changlin only met Director Qin once. How could he ask him about it? But since the leader asked, he couldn't help but answer, so he told Director Qin everything.
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