Spring Breeze Twenty Years

Chapter 862 Zhang Fu Released from Prison

After saying goodbye to Shunzi and Liangzi, Xiaowei got into Chen Hui's car, and the two returned to the courtyard.

Chen Hui said, "If these local residents are usable, let's use them all. Take as many as you can, except for the picky ones. In the future, this area will be full of our workers' families, which will only benefit us."

Xiao Wei said, "Okay, I understand the logic. Let's see tomorrow. If he's not capable, we can't force him to stay, can we?"

"Xiaowei, why are you dawdling all day? It's been so long since you got to school. What's going on? I'm waiting for news." Xiaowei's mother turned around from the pond and glared at Xiaowei.

Xiao Wei said, "Xiao Bing is telling the truth. This is just how we deal with these things. By this time, the district head had arrived, the discipline inspection commission had come, the principal had been dismissed, and the police station had taken the robbers back."

Xiaowei's mother paused for a moment, then whispered, "So I really dialed the wrong number?"

Xiao Wei said, "It was indeed a mistake."

Xiaowei's mother thought for a moment and said, "It's okay if it's a mistake. If it's true, we'll correct it; if not, we'll take it as encouragement. It's all for your own good."

Chen Hui said, "What if Xiaobing comes back tonight and asks you about it?"

Xiao Wei's mother said, "He wouldn't dare! I'll beat him to death! He's gotten so bold! You two hurry up and come over here and lend a hand. Xia has been back working all day; doesn't she know something's wrong at home?"

Chen Hui asked, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Wei said, "We're selling pigs today, making pork stew. Let's go, let's get to work."

Chen Hui said, "Hey, this is good, this is good, this is good. I'll call and ask if Lao Chen is back yet." He took out his phone and dialed, but unfortunately Lao Chen wouldn't be able to make it back for several more days.

In the evening, the courtyard was bustling with people. Everyone did their own cooking; no chef was called. They enjoyed the taste of home cooking. Those who could do something helped, while others made dumplings, chopped vegetables, and steamed dishes. A dozen or so families gathered together, chatting and laughing as they worked.

The table was set up in the courtyard, and everyone brought their own pots, pans, chairs, and other utensils. Xiaowei had Chen Hui run an electrical cord from the lantern opening in the pavilion and hung a ring of light bulbs around the yard. It was going to be quite noisy tonight.

They used up most of the pork and didn't stop drinking until after 9:30 p.m.

Women really have it tough. Few of them drink alcohol, and they finish eating early. They still have to stay by the side, adding soup and dishes every now and then. After the men finish drinking, they have to clean up the mess. But no one complains. They talk and work at the same time, cleaning up the table while laughing and chatting.

Zhang Bing had already gone to sleep, but the kid secretly drank a cup of his grandpa's wine and then collapsed.

Xia Maosheng's two older sisters are currently busy setting up stalls and learning skills. The eldest sister helps out at Ga Zi's stall, learning about purchasing and selling goods, while the second sister is learning baking knowledge and cake decorating at the factory. Although she may not do it herself, as a boss, she needs to know it.

The two rented shops are under renovation, and the shelves have been ordered. The shop prepared for the old man is also ready; we're just waiting for the shelves to arrive so we can open for business as soon as the goods are displayed.

Xia Erjie Xia He's mother-in-law's small pancake shop has been set up. They sell sugar pancakes, fried pancakes, layered pancakes, spring pancakes, spring rolls, potstickers, tofu and egg soup, stir-fried potato shreds, stir-fried chives and bean sprouts, as well as soy sauce eggs and homemade pickled vegetables. They are very popular with the local residents and factory workers.

Few people make pancakes at home these days; it's time-consuming and laborious, and many don't know how, but there are still plenty of people who love to eat them. I recently heard that many people want to buy pies, so the old lady is busy preparing new varieties. She's happy, and her spirits are much higher now.

The next morning, Xiaowei and Xiaohong had breakfast at Grandma Xiahe's shop. Xiaohong drove to school, and Xiaowei went to the office.

Currently, all departments are recruiting new staff, and many new people have joined. The security department has also been established, and the head is a demobilized cadre recommended by the military region named Gao Zhijun, who is thirty-five years old. Some demobilized soldiers have also been recruited. Now they are waiting for the ordered equipment to arrive. In the future, the security issues of various factories here will be handled by these people.

There's also the security of the buildings, hotels, office buildings, shopping malls, and residential communities that will be built in the future. It's just that the space is too small now. Gao Zhijun's idea is to first train a group of key personnel and then expand recruitment when needed.

A little after nine o'clock, Shunzi and Liangzi arrived at the company with about ten people, both men and women, all around twenty years old.

Li Na had them fill out forms in the conference room, and each person introduced themselves. She also introduced the company to them, and then took them to Xiao Wei's office on the 33rd floor.

Xiao Wei was looking at the investment promotion materials for Dongling District when Li Na knocked on the door and came in with about ten people.

When the building was constructed, the 33rd floor was specially heightened, with a ceiling height of over four meters. It features floor-to-ceiling windows and laminate flooring. Laminate flooring was a new product at the time, just emerging and considered a very fashionable material, costing much more than solid wood flooring.

The walls are covered with wallpaper, paintings, photos, and maps, creating an artistic and thoughtful atmosphere. The desk is over four meters long, with a large boss's chair. There's a distance of more than ten meters from the door to the desk. Near the door, there's a waiting area with a water dispenser and sofas. Inside, by the floor-to-ceiling windows, there are several large European-style leather sofas, along with plants and bonsai.

Xiao Wei looked up and said, "You're here. Sit here." He put down his documents, stood up, walked to the window, and sat down on the sofa.

Everyone was a bit reserved, even Shunzi and Liangzi were a little nervous. The environment has the greatest impact on people's mentality.

After everyone sat down, Xiao Wei briefly spoke to them, saying, "We currently have staff shortages in these departments. Think about what you can do. We're all neighbors, and I'll do my best to arrange things for you. But let me make this clear from the start: no matter where you go or what you do, you have to obey orders and follow the rules. You can't just coast along; this isn't a state-owned factory."

After exchanging a few words and getting to know each other, Xiaowei saw everyone off, took the keys, and went downstairs to pick up Zhang Fu. Chen Hui went to Dongling to discuss the land plots again.

Upon arriving at the detention center, Zhang Fu greeted Director Sun and exchanged a few words. Director Sun then had someone bring Zhang Fu out.

His hair was disheveled, his wrinkled clothes reeked of urine, and his stubble beard hung limply as he followed the policeman out.

Xiao Wei was amused by Zhang Fu's appearance. He said goodbye to Director Sun, took Zhang Fu out, and got into the car.

Zhang Fu got into the car and leaned back in his seat, his expression blank. Xiao Wei rolled down the window; Zhang Fu's odor was overwhelming. He started the car and drove out of the detention center courtyard, saying, "Why are you so listless? Are you hungry?"

(End of this chapter)