1988: Back to the human world for a few years

Chapter 663: Just idling around all day long and not doing anything practical?

The next day, a 104% new Qingdao brand car was driving on National Highway .

Yang Mo put his left hand on the rolled-down window and his right hand on the steering wheel, enjoying the hot air pouring in at a slow speed of less than 40 miles per hour.

The car came from the administrative department of Dahua Company.

Due to its acceptable performance, Dahua Company purchased 113 Qingdao vehicles from Shen Xing in May as agreed. Together with Santana, they became the company's two largest business vehicles.

As for why Yang Mo, as the general manager of the company, went to the grassroots for inspection without a special person to accompany him, and even without a driver...

This was actually Yang Mo's own decision.

Although the guess made by a little girl named Wang was completely off base, he sneaked out under the pretext of investigating the grassroots, and he did want to be alone.

At the same time, he also wanted to see some things with his own eyes.

As a member of the central enterprise system, he has dealt with the administrative system a lot in the past two years. He knows very well what kind of result he will see once he sets an inspection schedule and goes there with great fanfare.

This is very bad.

For some things he could just pretend to cooperate and go through the process and get it done, but for some things he couldn't.

Especially when it comes to some of his choices.

As for the fact that it is 1992 now, when the country is once again facing challenges of social security, Yang Mo doesn't even bring a security guard, and just drives around alone. Will there be any problems at that time...

Oh, sorry, there is a big black star and a brown leather-covered ID card in the storage compartment on the left door of the cab. We'll see who will be unlucky when the time comes.

And even if he was really careless and was taken advantage of, there was a half-full wallet in the Jiefang bag on the right side of the driver's seat... More than a thousand yuan in cash, not too much, not too little, just enough to buy back his life, but not enough to make people have more evil thoughts.

You know, Yang Mo was wearing an ordinary short-sleeved shirt today, and the appearance of the car can be identified as a company car at a glance. He doesn't look like a rich boss at all. When the time comes, he will just admit his mistake verbally, and the matter will probably be over... Don't think that those bad guys are stupid, they are out there to make money, and except for a few crazy people, no one wants to make a big deal out of it.

However, if he were unlucky enough to encounter such a thing, everything would be simple for Yang Mo.

In order to create a good business environment, Dezhou has been vigorously rectifying social security for two years, and the four-level joint defense of city-county-township-village has been carried out vigorously. If you still encounter bandits in such a situation, what should you choose next? There is no point in hesitating!

………………

I parked the car and bought two snowmen from a bicycle vendor on the roadside to cool off. I blew them for more than ten minutes.
After parking the car, I ate a bowl of tofu pudding with steamed buns at a small shop at the entrance of a village and talked nonsense for another twenty minutes.

After parking the car, he wandered around a small market for more than half an hour, chatted with a few small stall owners, and then knocked on a random door and borrowed the toilet.

After restarting the car, Yang Mo was basically satisfied with what he saw and heard this morning.

At least he didn't hear any cases of bullying from the villagers, and the problem of counterfeit and shoddy goods was not very serious in today's small market... From his rough look just now, there were only about twenty items in the entire market that might have problems.

Don’t think that having more than twenty kinds of counterfeit and shoddy goods in a small market is a lot.

From the late 1980s to the early 2000s, the problem of counterfeit and shoddy goods in the country was rampant to an outrageous degree. Even though the country had issued a document requiring rectification the year before last and singled out Wenzhou as an example, in fact, if the scope was expanded to all parts of the country, the results of the rectification were not ideal.

Nowadays, even most cities are full of all kinds of counterfeit and fake goods, not to mention the grassroots areas in rural areas where supervision is more difficult and the public has lower ability to distinguish.

So, although it sounds like a lot to have more than twenty kinds of goods with various problems in a small market, in horizontal comparison, this is already beyond the level of most regions at present... From this, we can see that the people below have done a lot of work.

Of course, a small market does not represent any problem. Perhaps there is an overabundance of fake and counterfeit goods in the township markets in other counties. After all, the large markets in rural areas are cyclical and mobile. No one knows how many "guerrillas" are lurking in this land, and no one knows whether these guys will gather together to commit crimes.

Similarly, just because we didn't hear about any bullying today doesn't mean that there aren't any in other places, or even that the folks are telling the truth... Dezhou is adjacent to Henan and Hebei provinces, and has a tough history and is the place most prone to bullying. The current clan concept in the rural areas of northwest Shandong is much stronger than that in the Jiaodong area. Under the subtle influence of "banding together" and "keeping secrets for relatives", it is undoubtedly exponentially more difficult for a stranger to obtain the most authentic information at the first time.

But no matter what, this at least proves that even if there are acts of bullying in the local area, the situation is not serious... If you go too far, public grievances are not so easy to cover up.

Thinking of this, Yang Mo smiled, then glanced at the rearview mirror and found that the nearest car was fifty meters away. Then he skillfully freed up one hand to take out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

Well, nothing can be achieved overnight. In just three years, it is already very good to achieve 60 points.

but……

This road really needs some money to be repaired.

Looking at the bumpy country road ahead, Yang Mo, who was feeling a little uncomfortable, frowned.

Today, Dezhou has become an economic hub at the intersection of Shandong, Henan and Hebei provinces. Coupled with the industrial sinking in the past two years, there is an endless stream of vehicles traveling between villages, which has put heavy pressure on local branch roads... Especially rural roads and village roads, the design specifications are relatively low, and because there was no money before, they often just hardened the dirt roads. Therefore, once there are many heavy vehicles, even if there is no heavy rain, the roads will become bumpy every one or two months.

Thinking of this, Yang Mo stepped on the brakes slightly, and then shifted to second gear somewhat unfamiliarly. The car, which was already slow to begin with, suddenly became a snail.

There was no way. Twenty meters ahead, a mule cart loaded with watermelons was struggling to move. Not to mention that the road conditions were really bad, Yang Mo was unwilling to risk having his chassis scratched by moving to the left to overtake.
What's more, the mule cart was moving crookedly to avoid potholes. Once you overtake it, your vehicle might hit or scare the mule that looked potholed and shaggy, which would definitely be a trouble.

Yang Mo, who came from the General Office, had seen too many similar things.

In fact, Yang Mo had experienced something similar in his previous life. In order to extort money, some locals would drive their sheep or mule carts to the middle of the road, and then when you were overtaking, they would just whip them slightly... Congratulations, you will get a dead goat and a receipt for at least one thousand dollars.

Thinking of some of the bad things that happened in his previous life, a strange smile appeared on Yang Mo's lips.

We're keeping a distance of nearly twenty meters between us, so you can't rely on me anymore, right?
After you finish driving this broken road, find an opportunity to step on the accelerator hard, and your mule cart won’t even have a chance to turn!
hum~
A useless guy whose driving skills were actually very bad was daydreaming about it, but the mule cart in front of him immediately broke down.

I don’t know if the mule was too tired, but when it passed a pit, it seemed that it didn’t step firmly and suddenly slipped.

Suddenly...

The car overturned in the middle of the country road, and the watermelons rolled all over the ground, with bright red juice everywhere.

Zhi acridine~
With an emergency brake, the Qingdao brand car stopped where it was.

amount……

Yang Mo looked with some toothache at the neighing and struggling black mule, and the man who staggered to his feet, turned around and looked around.

Tsk tsk, you're not going to rely on me when you're more than ten meters away from me... I didn't even honk the horn.

The country road was not wide. With the mule cart overturned and Yang Mo's car stopped, people could not pass on either side.

Today, the logistics business in Dezhou is already very developed, and this place seems to be not far from the village, so in a short while, a circle of people gathered around the mule cart... Among them were drivers of the following vehicles who came over to find out what was going on, and villagers who came over to join in the fun.

Seeing that people had gathered around the mule cart, Yang Mo thought about it and decided to put his hand on the door handle.

Click~
As the car door opened a crack, Yang Mo glanced at the big black star, then looked up at the sun in the sky. After a moment of hesitation, he ultimately did not follow the Public Security Section Chief's repeated instructions to put the thing in his pocket... It was broad daylight, and the situation didn't seem like a setup. He shouldn't be so unlucky, right?
Carefully avoiding the sticky watermelon juice on the ground, Yang Mo walked into the crowd.

The black mule was still lying on its side on the ground, whimpering, and the crowd of onlookers did not try to lift up the overturned vehicle.

To be precise, some enthusiastic passers-by once called on everyone to help lift the cart and mule, but were stopped by others.

A mule is not a donkey, nor is it an ox. It has a very violent temper. If you try to help it up, the injured mule will lose its temper and start screaming and biting, which will be troublesome. Even if it doesn't bite, it will run wildly in pain after being helped up, which may cause another disaster... But don't forget, the harness on the mule has not been removed yet and it is still connected to the back car board.

As the person involved, the man in his fifties was staring blankly at the watermelons on the ground, his wrinkles like ravines filled with bitterness.

This scene seemed strange in the eyes of others.

A man who looked like a driver looked at the old man strangely and said, "My fellow, do you want a hand to lift the cart up? Can you take off the harness of the mule first? The mule looks badly injured."

The watermelons on this cart were quite heavy, and it was made from a wooden horse-drawn carriage, so when it tipped over, the right wheel was actually broken. If no one helped to lift it up, the harness on the mule would have been impossible to remove.

The most important thing is that, as a common large livestock in rural areas, a mule is much more expensive than a cart of watermelons. Therefore, the old man did not think about saving his mule after the accident. Instead, he stared at the broken watermelons on the ground. This is really unreasonable.

After hearing the driver's reminder, the old man finally came back to his senses. He pursed his lips but finally sighed: "Thank you, master, thank you everyone, wait a moment, let me unload the watermelons from the car first."

As he spoke, he stretched out his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his forehead, endured the pain in his ankle and walked to the car body that had turned 65 degrees, bent down, picked up a watermelon that had not yet broken, and then carefully placed it on the side of the road.

A few voices suddenly groaned in the crowd: "It's already this late, what are those watermelons worth? Isn't a big mule more important than this?"

Texas is a famous watermelon producing area. This stuff is very cheap in the local area. Even in the mid-1990s, there were a lot of watermelons in the terminal market at 5 cents a pound. Therefore, in everyone's opinion, this old man really can't tell the difference between good and bad.

The old man took these words to heart, but did not argue. He just pursed his lips tightly and carried the watermelons in silence. It was not until some people's sarcasm became excessive that he straightened up and said with a red face, "The mule is my own, but this cart of watermelons belongs to the collective... It's different!"

As soon as this was said, a driver with a foreign accent laughed and said, "Shouldn't we save the mule first? If collective things are gone, they are gone, but the mule is ours, don't you feel bad?"

The old man turned his head to look at him, and continued to bend over to pick out the intact watermelons from the pile of debris: "You are from outside the area...you won't understand."

The driver became interested after hearing this: "Oh, you mean you broke the truckload of watermelons, and you're going to be harassed by the villagers when you go back? Tell me which village you're from, so I can avoid you when I'm hauling goods next time."

The old man shook his head and looked at him with an expression that was hard for outsiders to understand: "What you outsiders don't understand is not the village, but the cooperative... This cart of watermelons is worthless, and the cooperative won't make things difficult for me, but my mule is broken, but we can't lose face for our cooperative."

As he spoke, he sighed heavily: "More than half of the watermelons in this truck are rotten. I hope that after explaining the situation, our company will not be deducted too many points... Otherwise, I will really be too embarrassed to see anyone."

After hearing these inexplicable words, the driver from another place was still confused. A villager who came over to join in the fun asked, "Hey, fellow villager, are you driving this truck of watermelons to supply Mo Mo Bai Shou?"

In the past three years, Dahua Company and Momobaitou have been implementing a comprehensive scoring system on a village basis.

When this thing was first introduced, it was not taken seriously and was thought to be nothing more than a fancy thing. But later, when people found out that this thing was closely related to your investment, business cooperation, and even the priority of infrastructure aid, they started to take it seriously. Many villages even regarded improving their comprehensive scores as a top priority... There is no other way. If giants like Dahua Company and Momobaitou give you a hand, the entire village can save at least five years of detours. The villages cannot help but pay attention to it.

It is now early July, which happens to be the time when watermelons are on the market in large quantities. Looking at the size and uniform appearance of these watermelons, as well as their comprehensive scores, they must be first-class products supplied to Momo Baisui... Under the current circumstances, only Momo Baisui would be so particular about such a rotten and cheap thing as watermelon.

Upon hearing this, a trace of regret and shame flashed across the old man's face, but he finally nodded and continued to pick the watermelons that were still intact.

The villager saw the old man nod in agreement, scratched his head, and then slapped his child on the back of the head with his backhand: "What are you picking up? Are you a starving ghost reincarnated? Did you feed all the principles of life that your teacher taught you in class to the dogs? You bastard, you are not ashamed, but I am... Fuck!"

A little kid who had just taken two bites of a piece of chopped watermelon burst into tears after being slapped by his father. Then, he was glared at by his father with fierce eyes and immediately wiped away his tears and snot. He sobbed and held back his voice, looking both pitiful and funny.

Following the man's lead, the other villagers who were watching the fun also slapped their own children who were greedy.

Suddenly, there were ghostly howls at the scene, and even the two women who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to get some bargains had to give up the idea... The countryside is a relatively closed place. If you embarrass yourself and let the villagers look down on you, you will have no way to survive in the future.

After slapping his son, the man, who looked quite fierce, scratched his head and was about to say something...

"Hey, Old Li?"

"Did your mule cart fall over?"

As a somewhat nonsensical voice came, everyone turned their heads and saw a group of young men wearing helmets and with their upper bodies naked squeezed over...

More than ten minutes had passed since the accident, and there were nearly twenty vehicles jammed on both sides of the rural road. Judging from the clothes and directions of this group of people, they should be the town's infrastructure construction team that had just finished work.

And since he could call out the old man's name, it was obvious that they knew each other.

But judging from the frivolous tone of the other party, I'm afraid they may not be getting along.

The old man glanced at the young man in his early twenties who was leading the group, snorted, but continued to pick up watermelons.

The comprehensive scoring system developed by Dahua Company and Momobaitou has certainly played a very positive role in restraining and motivating the villages, but it has also spawned some side effects that were not originally anticipated.

One of the points is that in those townships with similar industrial structures, two neighboring villages often compete with each other, and even dislike each other... After all, there is only a piece of fat meat to be fed, and if you eat it, there is no hope for me, so it would be strange if we could dislike each other!
This is the case with the old man who overturned his car and the construction team composed mainly of young people. The villages of both sides are only three kilometers apart. In the past two years, they have been competing with each other for the qualification to supply watermelons, for township-level infrastructure projects, and for indicators of high-standard fruit planting bases. They have been having a lot of fun fighting each other...If playing dirty or resorting to force is not a huge deduction, the two sides would have started a real PK long ago.

So, these lazy young men should be very happy to see their mule cart overturned!

Just as I was thinking this, I saw the young man in the lead walk to the mule cart with a smile, then bend down and reach out to grab something.

Suddenly, half a piece of relatively clean watermelon was in his hands.

Swish~ Swish~
"Well, no wonder the Yaoliu Cooperative of your Xiaoliu Village was able to finally obtain the qualification to supply watermelons to Momo Baisui. The watermelons you grow are... sweet!"

The young man wiped his juicy mouth, nodded with a smile, and then waved his hand: "Brothers, don't just stand there, there are a lot of watermelons on the ground... It's so hot, eat this bite of watermelon... It's so comfortable!"

Upon hearing this, the other twenty or so young men looked at each other, then squeezed in with a smile, and then picked up the relatively clean pieces of watermelon from the ground and started to eat them without any hesitation.

Yang Mo, who was outside the crowd, frowned, obviously unhappy with this bullying behavior.

The rest of the onlookers also became unhappy, especially the villagers who had come to watch the fun. If they hadn't seen that some of the group of people were carrying shovels and hammers, they might have rolled up their sleeves and rushed up to give these idiots a couple of punches.

Although the two sides clearly know each other and seem to have some grudges, Qilu is not as good as other places. In this era, the four words "respecting the elderly and loving the young" have almost been engraved in the bones of Qilu people. Unless they are born with bad bones, even the most vicious person will not have the face to bully an old man with the large number of people... This alone is enough for these villagers to beat these young people up.

But what was unexpected was that these young people did not use their numbers to grab the intact watermelons, but only picked the relatively clean broken watermelons on the ground and ate them happily. However, after the group of people wolfed down the watermelons in their hands, they gathered around the old man.

Just when some villagers thought that this group of lazy bastards were going to make things difficult for the old man, and even began to search for stones and branches around them, they saw...

slap~
Two dark red one-dollar bills were slapped into the old man's hand.

slap~
A few purple five-cent notes.

slap~
Two green pieces;
Wow~
A handful of silver pennies.

In less than a minute, the old man had a handful of colorful banknotes in his hand. Roughly speaking, the amount was no less than one hundred yuan. Not to mention the broken watermelons, it was enough to buy a whole truck of watermelons in good condition.

This operation stunned everyone. Some of the onlookers who were eager to try didn't even know whether they should retract the stones they had already swung halfway.

"Young man, what are you doing...?"

The old man, who had originally puffed out his neck ready to be beaten, stared blankly at the young man in the lead who looked like a second-rate guy.

The young man scratched the dirty and muscular upper body with a playful smile: "Paying for food is natural, what's wrong with that?"

The old man was confused for a moment and glanced at the colorful things in his hand: "But..."

The young man interrupted him: "There is no but. A broken watermelon is still a watermelon... Although we in Panshuishang don't like the people of Xiaoliu Village, we will never do anything to bully you."

The young man proudly raised his helmet and said, "Besides, see what this is? A good job with daily pay, something you people in Xiaoliu Village can only envy!"

"Hehe, let me tell you, Old Li, we didn't leave until we got paid for today, so we have a lot of money in our pockets... We're not short of money!!"

The rest of the young people burst into laughter: "Of course, we are not short of money!"

The young man in the lead proudly took off his helmet, adjusted it, and put it back on, then waved his hand: "Brothers, let's let the people in Xiaoliu Village know why we are better than them... Go and help Old Li, who has sprained his leg, to move the watermelon away. Four more people go and keep an eye on the mule. The rest of you listen to my command. I'll count to one, two, three, and all of you work together to lift the car up!"

As he spoke, the young man was looking for a place to exert his strength, while winking at the old man nonchalantly: "Old Li, don't worry, the people from Momo Baishou are in town now, I know them very well, as long as you promise to buy us a drink, I will go back and help you explain the situation to them, and we will buy this truckload of watermelons with our own money on the way, and I guarantee that your Yaoliu Cooperative's comprehensive score will not be deducted, and your Xiaoliu Village will not lose face... What do you think, Old Li, are you willing to do it?"

At this point, the old man knew what the young man meant, and he couldn't help but scold him with a smile: "I knew that a weasel can't raise a chick. It turns out that you are eyeing my two jars of old wine that I have hidden for more than ten years!"

As he said that, he waved his hand and said, "Okay, since you guys are still not fully sane... come to my house tonight and open those two jars of wine!"

Suddenly, cheers rang out.

Soon there were the sounds of mules neighing and horns, and in less than ten minutes, the country road that had been blocked was clear again.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Yang Mo smiled;
interesting.

and……

collective?

personal?

emotion?

interest?

It seems that under the influence of the comprehensive scoring model, some situations in Texas seem to be slightly different from the original historical trajectory.

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Yang Mo restarted the vehicle and drove forward slowly.

Weiwei was thinking about the scene he had just seen in a daze. He always felt that this land was a little different from his previous life, but he couldn't tell what the differences were.

Before I knew it, half an hour had passed.

That is to say, there were relatively few cars in those days, and the roads in the North China Plain were relatively straight. In addition, he drove relatively slowly. Otherwise, if someone dared to be distracted while driving like he did, he would definitely have a car accident.

Huh?
This is where?

Yang Mo came back to his senses from his thoughts, looked at the scenery along the road and the increasingly narrow country road, and found that he didn't know where he was.

Damn, if only there was navigation.

Yang Mo cursed softly, but had no choice but to keep moving forward.

All roads lead to Rome. As the saying goes, as long as you can drive to a town and ask, you will know where you are. At most you can just buy a map.

As he was thinking about it, a tricycle not far away suddenly caught his attention.

This is a very old tricycle.

It was not surprising to see an old tricycle appear on the side of a rural road. After all, with the development of logistics in Dezhou, more and more people had begun to do business with those drivers. Moreover, if Yang Mo remembered correctly, he seemed to have just passed by the entrance of a village. With the demand of the village as a support, it was even more guaranteed.

But it is strange to see an old tricycle parked on the side of a country road selling cassettes.

After all, in some aspects, rural areas in Texas are similar to most rural areas today, with more emphasis on food, clothing, housing, transportation and daily necessities. Although there is a demand for tape recorders and tapes, it is far from enough to make it worth riding a tricycle to sell them on the roadside... As for those truck drivers, that's even more ridiculous. How many truck drivers have you seen stopping on the roadside to buy tapes while driving?
The key is……

If I'm not mistaken, the boss guarding the tricycle is playing with a mobile phone in his hand?

This is bizarre.

You know, even though this thing has been around for several years, it is still extremely expensive. Even the cadres below the level of department director in Dahua Company are not qualified to own one.

Isn't it weird that such an absurdly expensive thing appears on the hands of a small boss who rides a tricycle and sells pirated tapes on the country road?

Thinking of this, Yang Mo slowed down slightly, and was about to satisfy his curiosity a little bit...

squeak~
A tattered minibus suddenly came out from some fork in the road and braked suddenly next to the tricycle.

Immediately, several people jumped out of the car door and subdued the tricycle owner in a flash.

Just when Yang Mo was stunned by all this and almost thought he had broken into the set of a police and gangster movie...

A very familiar figure jumped down from the minibus, and angrily snatched the mobile phone from the tricycle owner's hand.

Local dog! ?
How come this girl suddenly appeared here! ?
………………

"Yang Shidan, why are you here suddenly?"

With anger still on her face, Lu Yingying looked suspiciously at Yang Mo, who was alone, and kept looking at him with a gaze as if she was a suspect.

As the general manager of both Dahua Company and Dezhou Urban Development Company, it was indeed very unreasonable for him to come to such a remote place alone...especially since this place was the target of Xialiu Sales Agency's surprise attack.

Yang Mo's scalp was numb by this behavior: "Shouldn't I be the one asking you this? Why are you here?"

Lu Yingying snorted angrily, "Old Yan doesn't have enough people to control the situation, so I came here to help catch the gamblers... What about you? What are you doing here? You didn't come all the way here just to gamble, did you?"

Yang Mo was stunned: "Catch gambling?"

Lu Yingying looked at him with disdain: "Is it strange? Some people in the countryside start to get itchy as soon as they have a little money, and there are countless people who run casinos in the village;"

"Old Yan and his team don't want these people who are eager to get involved to spoil the atmosphere in the village. Not only will it lower the overall score of these villages that have finally developed, but once gambling becomes popular in rural areas, it will in turn seriously affect the conversion rate of M0~M1 in the grassroots areas, and further affect the circulation of goods here;"

"Unfortunately, the Xialiu Marketing Agency is not an administrative agency, and the police stations in various townships are not very effective. So we can only ask those of us who are still able to control the situation to lead the team to conduct surprise raids from time to time... Is there a problem?"

Yang Mo suddenly understood.

The phenomenon of gambling in rural areas was once very prominent, and unlike what everyone thinks, the amounts spent at the gambling table in some rural areas are not small at all, ranging from a few hundred to tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands... This was a huge sum of money in the 1990s.

It is unknown how many heads and executives of township enterprises have fallen on this "gamble", and it is also unknown how many potential enterprises and even high-quality enterprises have gone bankrupt or been sold at low prices because their heads could not control their itchy hands.

As for ordinary families, there are even more cases of couples and children being broken up because of this thing.

It can be said that there are definitely sufficient reasons why gambling has become one of China's "three bans". It's just that people in later generations don't know much about some of the tragic situations in the 1980s, 1990s and 2000s, and often don't have a deep enough understanding of them.

Moreover, cracking down on gambling is indeed beneficial to the positive development of the business ecosystem in rural areas. Behind a huge amount of gambling debt, there are often dozens of IOUs borrowed from relatives and friends... Each of these IOUs may very likely mean more than half of a family's savings.

It is clear at a glance which one will have a more positive impact on the construction of the business ecosystem in rural areas, whether to let these funds circulate in the gambler circle or to take them out for normal family consumption and continue to add water to this pool.

So, at this time, Yang Mo finally came to his senses: "What I mean is... the tricycle owner at the entrance of the village is specifically here to keep watch?"

Tugou curled his lips: "Isn't this obvious? Have you ever seen anyone stupid enough to run to the village entrance to sell pirated tapes? Have you ever seen a small business owner selling pirated tapes who is rich enough to buy a mobile phone?"

As he spoke, he seemed to despise this guy for staying in the office for too long and not being able to figure out such an obvious problem. He impatiently kicked him lightly on the calf: "You haven't explained the situation yet... Tell me, you are such a big leader, why did you come here alone without saying anything? What's going on?"

Yang Mo patted the dust off his legs in silence: "What else can I do here? I'm here to walk around and inspect the grassroots work!"

What?
Tugou's eyes widened:

"Inspection?"

"just you?"

"Why is a person driving around like this?"

"You can inspect the grassroots work of each der!"

After bluntly scolding Yang Mo, Lu Yingying looked him up and down and said, "Tell me the truth, did you sneak here under the pretext of inspecting the work at the grassroots level?"

She had lived under the same roof with Yang Mo for a whole year, so she naturally knew that this guy was essentially a lazy person... Not only was he extremely lazy in life, he was also lazy at work whenever he could.

Hey, hey, hey, big sister, please don’t look at me with the same eyes as before, okay?

This time I really came to the grassroots to understand the situation.

By the way...

Think about some things clearly.

However, he was not stupid enough to confront this bad-tempered girl. After all, no matter who it was, if he saw that the village that he and his group had worked hard to help for almost two years had more than 300,000 yuan in gambling money seized in one go, he would be very angry.

So he could only sigh helplessly: "Okay, you figured it out... Indeed, I just sneaked out to relax."

Classmate Tugou glanced at him proudly.

Humph, you little brat, I’ll tell you what kind of shit you’re going to pull just by lifting your butt. You think you can get away with it in front of me... dream on!
Thinking about how all of us were working so hard and running around, while this guy was just driving around leisurely in the company car, Lu Yingying was furious. She kicked him again, "Yang Shitan, look at you, you are a leader after all, but you just cheat and act slyly all day long;"

"You are scheming against others on weekdays, and you are idle when you are free... I don't even want to say anything about you. If you have the time to fool around, don't you know how to do something practical!?"

Intrigue, intrigue?
Is this what I do on a daily basis in your eyes?
Yang Mo felt hurt immediately. He looked at the smug smirk on the girl's brow and then he reacted.

Got it!
I knew that once I met you, I would be pulled over to serve as a soldier.

But there's no need to say it so harshly, right?
As a person involved, I feel embarrassed to say this!

He sighed helplessly: "Okay, old man, tell me, what practical things can a useless person like me do?"

Lu Yingying showed a satisfied smile on her face, but her eyes narrowed into crescents: "You took the initiative to ask for this~!"

Yang Mo rolled his eyes and lowered his head weakly: "Yeah, yeah, that's right, I took the initiative to ask for it... Leader, please give me the instructions."

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PS: It’s the last day of 2024, I wish all teachers a happy New Year.

In addition, I cannot write any more because I have plans tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)