1988: Back to the human world for a few years

Chapter 273 Farce?

Zhang Kun, the chief of the Asset Management Section of Linpan Oilfield, who was recently nominated as deputy general manager, felt very upset.

Just the day before yesterday, because of the incident where the children of drilling company were beaten at the school gate, Feng Yuan and others who came with cold faces roared at several main leaders of Linpan Oilfield at the meeting. As a participant, he was naturally sprayed with spit in the face.

Well, they were in the wrong in this matter, and the matter was indeed too bad in nature. So even though it had nothing to do with him, he could only sit aside with a smile and help Feng Yuan, who was about to go berserk, vent his anger.

Although the attitudes of several main leaders of Linpan seemed very upright, they expressed their willingness to compensate the injured student Wang Jian and conduct an in-depth investigation into the matter, and would give a satisfactory explanation to the drilling company at that time.

But Zhang Kun knew in his heart that in the end this matter would be nothing more than a formality.

There is nothing wrong with arresting the unemployed youth involved in the case and putting them in jail, there is nothing wrong with criticizing and educating the students involved in the incident, and there is even nothing wrong with issuing an internal document criticizing the teachers at Linpan Middle School for their inadequate management.
But there is more...

Probably gone!
Solving the problem of school bullying?

nonexistent.

This is a concrete manifestation of the will of the majority of workers and parents after more than ten years of grievances between the two sides. How can it be so easy to resolve?
Of course, if you really want to solve it, there are ways to do it. If you really take some drastic measures, you can guarantee that the situation will be reversed significantly.

But the problem is that this kind of thing is thankless...

The senior executives of Linpan Refinery don’t have this motivation!
Well, that's right.

With this change of leadership, several senior executives of the Linpan Oilfield will go to the headquarters to retire, including a vice president in charge of relations between workers and peasants. With less than two months left until the end of the year, they would be lucky enough to finish their last shift. Who would have the mind to bother with such trivial matters?

However, the drilling company seemed to be serious this time. Just after Feng Yuan and his group left at noon, he received a call from the Tertiary Industry Office in the afternoon... A number of tertiary industry projects that cooperated with a number of units including Linyi County, the drilling company, the Fifth Farm, and the Laoliu Chicken Breeding Institute were unilaterally terminated by the other party.

At this point, Zhang Kun and several other middle and senior leaders became a little restless.

These dozen or so tertiary industry projects that were regarded as stars this year not only related to the livelihoods of thousands of employees, but also had close ties with a group of middle and senior leaders including them. If they were stopped, it would undoubtedly be like cutting off a piece of flesh from them. How could they agree to it! ?
You know, no matter it is a fertilizer factory, a feed factory or a vaccine preparation institute, they are all making a lot of money every day!
Even the special chicken feed factory that seemed the most inconspicuous at the beginning, immediately became a popular commodity after the cooperation agreement was reached between the drilling company and Sankyo Co., Ltd.!
That's right, the egg yolks used in the Lotus Jade Cream Mask are produced by the special 817 broiler chickens used for egg-laying, which are fed with special feed containing a large amount of Chinese medicinal materials... The principle involved is not complicated for later generations. It is only necessary to mix about 0.2% of calendula petal powder, 5% of cut and dried polysaccharide grass, and different proportions of Chaotianhong and other medicinal materials into each feed.

Of course, the specific formula and preparation methods of these medicinal materials are confidential. These tertiary production units of Linpan Oilfield are only responsible for the production and proportioning of feed, while the medicinal materials are ground into powder by the preparation plants in each village and mixed together according to the formula ratio and then sent over.

Therefore, they easily figured out the reason. After making phone calls for more than an hour to try everywhere, they could only call the drilling company and request to communicate with the person in charge of Momo Baitou in person.

Logically speaking, this matter should be discussed with Vice President Tang who is in charge of the tertiary industry. However, anyone with a brain knows that these projects are all managed by Yang Mo. Even if it is Yang Mo's side, it will be more effective. What about the Fifth Farm and the County Agricultural Bureau?

But unfortunately, the reply from the drilling company was that Section Chief Yang was ill and would take a few days to recover. After he recovered, they would arrange for a face-to-face communication between the two parties!

TMD!

It seems that this campus bullying incident has really angered the drilling company, and even Yang Mo, a local, dares not stay out of it.

After a group of people gathered together to discuss it, Zhang Kun could only reluctantly send his son to visit the "bedridden" Yang Mo as a friend... There was no other way. The only person in Linpan Oilfield who could talk to Yang Mo was probably the fat boy Zhang Jianjun. Although it was unlikely that Yang Mo would give in under the current circumstances, it was always good to test the waters.

As for Zhang Kun himself, it is impossible for him to sit idle. He must go to Linpan Middle School to understand the situation and see if he can negotiate a solution that is acceptable to both parties... Although Linpan Middle School belongs to the education system, many of its teaching equipment are donated by the oil field. In addition, the property rights of these teachers' dormitories are also owned by the oil field, but they are rented to them at a very low price.

therefore……

Negotiating a solution would have to fall on him, the section chief who was still in charge of the asset management section...

………………

It was almost five o'clock in the afternoon. After finishing a bunch of messy things, Zhang Kun took a bus to Linpan Middle School... He was going to be the vanguard this time, so it was easier to chat about some issues half-officially and half-privately by going there at this time when school was almost over.

But before he reached the school gate, he noticed something and immediately told the driver: "Stop the car and stay on the side of the road for a while!"

Looking at the dozens of villagers wearing old cotton-padded jackets wandering around the school, Zhang Kun immediately realized something was wrong.

Unlike those state-owned enterprises/central enterprises established in urban areas, both the Linpan Oil Field and the drilling company adopt a semi-open layout. In addition, they still adhere to the concept of "workers and farmers are one family". Therefore, unless they are in the core area, state-owned enterprises established in remote areas these days generally do not hinder nearby villagers from coming in to wander around.

In fact, the employees of the nearby state-owned and central enterprises do not reject the villagers who come here to broaden their horizons or to sell their agricultural products or snacks. After all, humans are social animals, and the more remote the place, the more they want it to be lively!

However, the scene before them was clearly beyond normal circumstances… Even though the school was the place where these villagers liked to come to sell snacks the most, and even though it was the slack season for farming, there were too many villagers gathering together.

What's happening here?
Zhang Kun had a bad feeling in his heart. He was hesitating whether to call the Public Security Department and ask them to send someone to check on the situation...

Jingle bell bell~
As the electric bell rang...school was over.

Hearing the bell, seven or eight unemployed young men, some wearing leather jackets and some wearing military coats, appeared from somewhere in the distance. They looked hesitantly at the group of villagers who seemed to be wandering around, and finally gathered five meters away from the right side of the school gate.

Teachers these days have the habit of staying in class after class, so even if they come out from the nearby game room or billiard room just after hearing the bell, it won’t delay them from begging for food.

As for why they were gathering five meters to the right of the school gate...

It's very simple. We have to give some face to the security guard at the gate. The drilling company's shuttle bus is parked in the open space on the right side of the school gate.

Seeing that such a big incident happened just the day before, these bastards dared to block the school gate so blatantly. Zhang Kun was immediately furious. He opened the car door and was about to rush over to give these idiots who seemed to have had their frontal lobes removed a good scolding;
“Aiya~!”

A half-real scream rang out: "You bastard, you broke my leg~!"

A man in his 200s or s lay down in front of a young man wearing a fur-collared leather jacket, pointing at him with a painful expression: "Pay me money! Pay for the medical expenses... !"

It seemed that he had no acting experience at all. The man had just laid down when dozens of villagers from the surrounding area came over from all directions.

Seeing so many people surrounding him with murderous intent, the young man glanced at the bulging cuffs of these people, and his legs immediately began to tremble: "200!? I, I didn't touch you, uncle!"

"No one touched it? Then it was someone else who tripped it?"

A sturdy man glanced at the other unemployed youths with ill intent: "Tell me! Who tripped you? We are all honest farmers. Can Uncle Han blackmail you?"

Honest and dutiful?

Several unemployed young men looked at each other, but no one dared to speak for a moment.

God have pity on you. Although the situation is not as serious as that of the drilling company, coordinating relations with local villagers has always been one of the biggest problems for the Linpan Oilfield. Over the years, have people from the villages nearby come here to "rob the rich and help the poor"?
Won’t blackmail people?

You're telling this to the devil!

If a bag of wheat scattered on the road is run over by a car wheel, you will have to claim 100 yuan in compensation. If you don't cheat people, no one will!
Several unemployed young men who were used to blackmailing drilling companies had not yet recovered from the huge contrast of being blackmailed. The leader saw that these bastards were silent and sneered: "If you don't say anything, then you are here to trip Uncle Han? Fine, no more nonsense... bring them over and have a good chat!"

After saying that, without listening to these people's explanations, he just stretched out his big hand and grabbed the young man in the leather jacket by the hair, shaking, pulling, and tugging.

Under the huge strength of the farmer, the young man in the leather jacket, who looked quite strong, was caught off guard and was dragged by the farmer like a dead dog towards a hidden corner not far away.

Seeing the leading man taking action, the rest of the villagers did not hesitate and immediately took action.

In the blink of an eye, seven or eight unemployed young men who looked ferocious to the students were knocked down by the villagers like livestock, and then dragged forward on the icy concrete ground in an extremely rude manner.

How could the unemployed young people, who were used to being the boss, the second in command, and the third in command, stand this? They all struggled and resisted, and some of them even had fierce looks in their eyes, opened their clothes, and were about to reveal the weapons they always kept inside.

When the villagers saw this, they immediately grinned, raised their left hands, and slapped these ignorant evildoers hard... What a joke! They had received more than ten years of militia training, so how could they take these fancy things seriously?

After a few slaps, seeing that some people still dared to resist, and regardless of the fact that some students had already come out, the group of villagers directly pulled out the laundry hammers, wooden sticks, bicycle chains and other things that they had prepared long ago from their bulging sleeves, and hit these bastards directly with them.

Suddenly, waves of heart-wrenching screams rang out at the gate of Linpan Middle School, scaring the students so much that they dared not leave the school. They just hid behind the gate with pale faces and watched.

When Zhang Kun saw this scene, his brows immediately frowned.

He saw clearly that although those villagers hit him fiercely, they were very measured in their attacks and avoided the vital parts such as the head, neck, chest and abdomen. The weapons in their hands were all aimed at the buttocks, waist, calves and other parts that were very sensitive to pain but not easy to cause serious damage through thick clothes... This skill alone could not be mastered by anyone who has not trained a naughty kid for more than five years!

In other words, even if these unemployed young people were in so much pain that they couldn't even recognize their uncles and grandparents, after the beating, they would only suffer superficial or minor injuries at most.

really!

These villagers were arranged by the drilling company!

No, it should be Yang Mo who arranged them. The drilling company has an extremely weak foundation among the local people, and it is impossible for them to mobilize so many nearby villagers.

After keenly realizing this, Zhang Kun fell silent and even rejected the driver's suggestion to report the situation to the public security department.

Since Yang Mo was behind this or condoned it, it would not be appropriate to make too much of a fuss for some reasons... Just let the oil field's security brigade handle the scene. If the Public Security Department is alerted, it might be difficult to explain the matter later.

Listening to the faint wailing and begging for mercy from the seven or eight unemployed youths who had been dragged to a hidden corner, Zhang Kun thought that the matter was over, but the scene in front of him made him feel anxious again. You know, although it took a lot of manpower to drag those unemployed youths over and teach them a lesson, there were still more than 40 villagers scattered in small groups not far from the east side of the school gate.

When those unemployed young people disappeared into the corners and the students in the school finally dared to come out, these people took action.

"Ouch~ Bear-haired kid, you bumped into me!"

"Crack~!"

Following a burst of shouting and slapping sounds, a student who originally had a rather defiant look on his face stood there in a daze, covering his face like a quail, and then was dragged aside like a plague quail.

"Snapped!"

"Pah~pah!"

The sounds of scolding and slapping came one after another. In less than fifteen minutes, there were more than ten waves, and about twenty students were hit by cars for various reasons and then taken away.

These villagers didn't care about the impact at all. They just carried the people to a conspicuous place at the school gate, and scolded and slapped the children who were the apples of the parents' eyes in an extremely arrogant and arrogant manner. Their slaps were not light at all. After more than a dozen slaps, their faces were swollen.

Seeing their own school students being bullied in public by outsiders, how could the school teachers just sit there and do nothing? They all rushed out scolding them.
But unfortunately, after these villagers started the action, more than ten villagers lined up in a row and blocked the school gate. Faced with such a group of men with provocative expressions on their faces, the school security guards and teachers were completely helpless.

Zhang Kun, who had been watching silently in the car, rubbed his temples with a headache. He could see clearly that these villagers were not just picking on a few students. When those students were blocking the school gate and dared not come out, he clearly saw those people scanning these young faces. It turned out that these villagers were clearly holding A4 papers with photos in their hands.

Got it!
Needless to say, those students who were punished for being hit by a car must have been the troublemakers in the class, and they must have participated in the bullying of the children of the drilling company.

The drilling company is trying to make things bigger!
After hesitating for a while, he decided to stop the farce in front of him.

If there is anything, we can sit down and talk it over slowly. If we make a big deal out of it and cause dissatisfaction among the employees, it will be difficult to resolve.

Just as he put his hand on the car door, the driver suddenly said, "Chief Zhang, please wait a moment... something is happening!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Kun looked carefully in the direction the driver pointed, and was immediately shocked.

I saw a guy in an ordinary military coat walking back and forth suspiciously on the outskirts of the crowd not far away. If his eyes were not blurry, he could see that the guy was taking something out of his half-open military coat from time to time, and putting it back in from time to time... Was it a camera?

reporter!!

Zhang Kun's expression suddenly turned grim.

As we all know, reporters these days are hard to mess with; and those reporters from major newspapers are even harder to mess with.

Zhang Kun is not a fool. If the reporter in front of him is just a local tabloid reporter, if he comes to their Linpan Oilfield, a central enterprise, to collect materials, he will definitely dress properly, and then take photos and interview openly... Don't ask why it is so, it is an unspoken rule.

And the reporter in front of us actually came to the scene in disguise and took pictures secretly. Needless to say, he is most likely a media reporter at the municipal level or above, and the materials he took were definitely not regular interview and reporting materials.

MD!

The drilling company was too ruthless, wasn't it afraid that the two companies would fall out?

Although he didn't know how the reporter would report the incident when he returned, once the incident was reported in a major newspaper, it was certain that their Linpan Oilfield would be criticized by their superiors. If public opinion was allowed to ferment, it was possible that someone would be held accountable.

Zhang Kun stared at the reporter who had obviously just arrived at the scene for a while with his face turning pale and blue. Seeing that this guy actually asked two villagers who had been watching the excitement with their arms crossed and asked them all sorts of questions, Zhang Kun pondered for a moment.

"Go, go back!"

The driver was stunned when he heard this: "Chief Zhang, we are not going in?"

"not going!"

The middle-aged man, who had gained considerable weight, spoke in a firm tone.

………………

And at this time.

The fat boy Zhang Jianjun was sitting on the sofa in the Jiulong Hotel bored, looking at Yang Mo who was busy reviewing documents: "Hey, Boss, it's time to get off work... How about you take a break first, I'll treat you, the patient, to a good meal at the Bichuan Hotel, and then give me some information to report back?"

Ever since Yang Mo was promoted twice in one year like a ghost and became the head of a regular department, this guy has started calling him "boss" without any psychological burden.

The only difference was that his address had changed, but his attitude towards Yang Mo hadn't changed at all, he was still laughing and casual.

Yang Mo looked speechlessly at the little fat man who had been in his office for almost two hours.

This guy is much more difficult to deal with than others. Relying on the relationship between the two, he entertained himself in the office for two hours. Apart from saying at the beginning that he was forced by his father to come here to sound out the truth, he didn't say a word about business.

How about family tradition? Zhang Jianjun is much better than Zhang Lin, Chen Feiyu and others in terms of interpersonal relationships... This guy didn't say a word of extra words, but he mentioned everything. In addition to not hurting the personal relationship between the two, you are embarrassed not to explain anything.

Rubbing his temples with a look of confusion, Yang Mo threw a cigarette over and said, "Forget about treating me to a meal... There are a lot of important things in the department right now, and I need to give an accurate reply before tomorrow. I really don't have the time... Besides, the two companies are probably holding their breath right now. If we eat and drink together at the Bichuan Hotel, it's hard to say whether someone will spread the story that we are trying to seduce the company."

At this point, Yang Mo hesitated for a moment: "As for the tone... I know your father and the others asked you to come here to ask something, but it is really inconvenient to reveal the details at the moment;"

"How about this, you go back first and tell your dad and the others. We can talk about it in three days... I really can't make the decision on whether we can continue to cooperate on those stopped projects. It depends on the attitude of the company."

At this point, Yang Mo sighed helplessly: "Don't blame me, after all, I just became the section chief, and I haven't established myself yet; and this kind of question related to my position, I can't say a word... Do you understand?"

Zhang Jianjun understood immediately after hearing this.

It seems that if the oil field does not show some real attitude this time, there is no hope of restoring those tertiary industry projects that lay golden eggs to normal.

but……

Three days later?
What kind of supernatural manipulation is going on here?
Why do we have to talk again in three days?

"Okay! Since you've given me the confirmation, my mission is accomplished!"

Zhang Jianjun was a man who knew when to advance and when to retreat. He did not try to find out any other information and just stood up.

"Boss, are you really not going to go to the Bichuan Hotel to have some fun? I can reimburse you for it~!"

There was a strong sense of unwillingness on the fat boy's face, but there was a hint of temptation in his tone.

As the most famous restaurant of the drilling company, Bichuan Hotel not only serves delicious food, but also always keeps some good wines that are obtained from somewhere... He has been thinking about those bottles of 15-year-old Dongjiu for a long time, but this stuff is really not cheap, and he is reluctant to spend his own money to buy it. Now that he finally has public funds to spend openly, how can he be willing to return empty-handed?

Seeing the useless look this guy showed, Yang Mo laughed and scolded: "You can just go eat by yourself. If not, call Zhang Lin and Bao Shuxian to eat together. Then go back and say that I was too busy and let Bao Shuxian take care of you for me... I really have a lot of urgent things to deal with today. Otherwise, what's the point of accompanying my brothers to a restaurant for a meal?"

Zhang Jianjun was overjoyed when he understood what Yang Mo meant.

With Yang Mo taking over the well-funded Momo Investment, this young man who was already favored by many people has become even more popular.

Apart from anything else, the joint venture projects with a total investment of more than 200 million US dollars that have been basically finalized this month are beyond the imagination of most people... You have to know that these are US dollars and Japanese yen. In this era of foreign exchange shortage, the public opinion effect generated by this two billion US dollar investment is more sensational than 2 billion RMB.

Therefore, as the only person in Linpan Oilfield who can speak to Yang Mo, he is now more valued, and his father, who already has a solid position, also benefits a lot;
And his personal friendship with Yang Mo became increasingly important.

Originally, he was worried that Yang Mo, who had more and more say, would unconsciously become estranged from him as his former buddy after taking over Momo Baitou due to the different circles he formed. However, Yang Mo's last sentence eliminated his worries... Having known Yang Mo for nearly a year, he certainly knew that although this guy liked to make some irresponsible remarks, once he officially expressed his position, he would definitely not fool you.

"Okay! Then I'll go call those two beasts, Lao Si and Zhang Lin!"

Zhang Jianjun grinned, leaned close to Yang Mo and whispered in a very intimate manner: "After this is over, you must come here to play... Do you remember the girl in the small guesthouse last time? She is thinking about you... Hehe, then find a reason to stay for a night, and I will arrange the rest!"

Small guesthouse?

Yang Mo was stunned, and immediately a delicate body wrapped in a cheongsam with a seriously unsightly figure appeared in his mind.

After the young body subconsciously shrank his Adam's apple, Yang Mo glared at him unhappily: "Get lost! Do I look like such a person without moral integrity!"

Seeing this guy's reaction of abstinence for ten years, Zhang Jianjun chuckled and patted his shoulder in a very obscene way: "Boss, it's settled. When the matter is over, I will help you arrange it!"

As he spoke, a fat guy who had obviously watched too many Hong Kong movies turned around and waved his hand very casually: "Boss, I'm leaving... See you in a few days!"

(End of this chapter)