I'm really just the village head

Liu Zhiqiang and Li Hongbing pushed two CJ70s onto the boat.

This is the captain's special car equipped by Captain Liu for Captain Liu.

"Zhiqiang, I'll leave it to you here. Remember, our office, if possible, buy both. Other things, keep an eye on it. By the way, Hongbing, you have to find a few people. At that time, some furniture may be sent here for assembly..."

"Okay, let's go." Liu Jiuwa, holding a large bag of money in one hand, stepped on the pontoon and walked to the cargo ship that had docked.

"Spring is here, come back early, then I will invite you to hot pot..." Miao Shilin said to Liu Chun.

Liu Chunlai felt that the chrysanthemum was tight, and without answering his words, he turned and headed for the boat.

"What did I say wrong?" Miao Shilin asked Liu Zhiqiang and Liu Long.

"It is estimated that Uncle Chunlai likes hot pot too much..." Liu Long said quietly.

He even glanced at Liu Zhiqiang.

It is said that on the night before the Jiefangbei first show, Liu Zhiqiang went to eat hot pot again, as if it was not as good as it was at the beginning.

Anyway, Liu Long has a psychological shadow on hot pot.

"Drip~"

Another low siren sounded.

The large freighter headed for the upstream turbid Jialing River.

Gently, Liu Chun came, and he brought tens of thousands of bell-bottom trousers for cleaning the streets of Shancheng on the pig ship.

Gently, Liu Chun came and left, with three big sacks of money that made countless people greedy...

"Let's go, I'm almost at work when I go back." Miao Shilin recovered his painful heart and didn't want to look anymore.

Looking further, he will curse Liu Chun.

County Magistrate’s Office.

Lu Hongtao looked at Liu Fuwang with a rogue face, gritted his teeth, wishing to lift the stool under his P-share and smash his gray-haired head severely.

"Major Lu, you really don’t have to look at me like this. The contracting factory is the idea of ​​spring, you have to find him, it’s useless to find me. Besides, Jiangnan Garment Factory and Linjiang Textile Factory are both subordinates of Chunyu Garment Company in the contract. For the enterprise, Liu Chunlai is the person in charge, and I am the legal representative of Bayi Furniture Factory."

Liu Fuwang tapped the cigarette stick in his hand on the edge of the mottled county magistrate's desk and spoke slowly.

Green veins appeared on Lu Hongtao's neck.

He was trying his best to hold back his own killing Liu Fuwang, who didn't want Bilian's son.

"Liu Fuwang, when you signed the contract, you didn't say that!"

"Didn't you forget that you were so excited at that time! You see, I haven't arranged anyone inside yet..." Liu Fuwang was also helpless.

As the captain of the brigade, I wanted to arrange the members of the brigade to be apprentices. As a result, they called for money first.

The road in the team has not yet started.

I just pulled a cart of wood back today. It is estimated that the cart has not yet reached the commune. I wanted to come to the county magistrate for a meal, but the county magistrate asked him to pay for it first.

Captain Liu felt that he didn't read the almanac when he went out this morning.

"Well, what about Tianfu Machinery Factory? You signed it, right? You don't care?" Lu Hongtao almost made you laugh.

Magistrate Lu now really regrets letting Liu Fuwang sign the contract.

If Liu Chunlai refuses to admit it by then, this would be a huge joke.

I was fooled by Liu Fuwang and supported by Xu Zhiqiang. As soon as his head heated up, he agreed to Liu Fuwang's signing of the contract. The old dog said that he was still decently bargaining with them and negotiating various conditions.

The contract was signed for several days, but the promised first batch of contract fees didn't arrive. Even Liu Fu didn't even take a look at these factories, and he just prepared to cram people inside.

Is there anything like this?

Lu Hongtao is under great pressure.

Wu Jun from the County Light Industry Bureau and Zhang Ping came to block the county magistrate’s door every day. Who told me that the magistrate promised that after signing the contract, the contract payment was not accounted for, so I asked the magistrate!

The magistrate’s wife belongs to the Finance Bureau, but the magistrate can’t afford to pay.

"Oh, don't worry, my family will be back soon after the spring. Don't bring back three to five or twenty thousand yuan this time. Will you lose your 100,000 yuan by then?"

Liu Fuwang had no bottom in his heart.

If you lose, you don't lose.

Without waiting for Lu Hongtao to speak, he grabbed Lu Hongtao’s wrist while wearing a watch and checked the time, "Oh, I won’t tell you anymore. My four daughters are on holiday today. I have to pick her up, the county magistrate. Not eating together..."

After speaking, he rushed outside.

Lu Hongtao was so angry that he grabbed a few pieces of enamel and an enamel tea cup with "Serve the People" printed on the desk. He wanted to smash Liu Fuwang, but finally put it down again, "The dog said!"

"Captain Liu, don't leave after lunch?"

Ye Ling's voice came from outside.

"No, no, today the girl is on holiday, I specially came to pick her up and go back together."

Liu Fuwang's voice is getting farther and farther...

"I told you before that Liu Fuwang is not reliable at all."

Ye Ling walked in from the outside with a face.

"Why are you here?" Lu Hongtao asked knowingly.

"Didn't you say that Liu Fuwang wouldn't pay you? Now several factories are waiting for their wages to buy rice and put it in the pot. I'd like to see how much you County Mayor Lu has to get."

Ye Ling looked at Lu Hongtao without thinking about the relationship between husband and wife, teasing her expression.

Lu Hongtao rubbed his head. The couple had lived together for decades. They knew each other and couldn’t explain it. "Liu Fuwang took a telegram to the mountain city two days ago and urged Liu Chunlai to come back quickly. The floods on the Jialing River have almost receded. You can sail..."

"I don't know if County Magistrate Xiao Xiao, Liu Chunlai helped Shancheng Light Industry Bureau earn 8 million Hong Kong dollars in foreign exchange." Ye Ling's words made Lu Hongtao stunned.

Eight million!

Hong Kong dollars!

How long did Liu Chun come to the mountain city?

Not only did you get such a large order, but you also met foreign businessmen?

Lu Hongtao had a judgment in an instant: "The people from China Merchants Group are looking for you? They want to attract foreign investment?"

"Liu Fuwang and Yan Jinsong come to you for food and drink every three to five. The county is in financial difficulties. Shouldn't he help?" Ye Ling said with a smile on his face, "Since you have been familiar with them, it seems You haven't paid your salary at home, so you still owe me a lot?"

"Promise to pay it back later!" County Magistrate Lu stretched his neck and secretly checked to see if anyone outside heard about it.

County No. 1 Middle School.

It is already noon when school is over.

The students walked out of the school gate in groups, talking and laughing.

Today, it is a monthly holiday.

This is a holiday before the college entrance examination.

It is only two days before the 15th college entrance examination.

Students in other grades of high school have to vacate the classroom as a test room for the college entrance examination.

This year’s college entrance examination is one week later than the previous years. No one knows the specific reasons. Those who are about to enter the third year of high school will enter the third year a week later. There is not so much pressure and they are naturally happy. One week more time for review, no one is unhappy.

The students in County No. 1 Middle School are elites from all over the county. Many students have to travel a long way back, so the morning class is over and they are on holiday.

In order to save students’ time spent on their way to school, the county high schools put all their energy and time into their studies, taking monthly vacations every month, and letting students go home to pick up rice and pickles.

However, unlike previous monthly holidays, this time a group of people with fierce faces stood at the gate of the county No. 1 High School.

Headed by a lame man and a woman in her fifties with gray hair.