Lao She’s attitude was extremely cultured. After listing all the expenses, he said, “The Price Bureau, as a supervisory unit, should not stretch its hand too long. Supervision, nominal explanation is looking and watching. You have looked, now watching us, what is there to watch? In the fee details, which item belongs to the chaotic fee collection? In many industries, you are the source of chaotic fee collection, and the bureau chief and some units should have been punished by law for such behavior. For example, this high school converted from a left-wing hospital, I know they collect 5000 yuan in fees each year. 5000 yuan for a school, for the Price Bureau, or for a principal and Price Bureau chief, doesn’t matter, but for a rural household, it is the entire family’s income for at least a year. These few thousand yuan have caused how much damage to families? You view this as nothing, but it affects our actual actions of helping peasants get rich, when the Price Bureau departments don’t treat me as one of them, why do I still keep you!”
The director remained unmoved. She felt the summer was not so simple. She had heard about this young man in the electricity news when the project was launched in the village and field. Now he could gather Beijing experts and research institutes together to run a training class, and with bank support, the background seemed quite deep. After returning to the office, she made several phone calls, and city veterans had seen Lao She at the Soviet government compound. His relationship with Soviet government children was not ordinary, and the scientific research director was completely entangled with him.
Back in the office, the director had something to say: “Our purpose is to supervise you according to the prescribed fee collection items and standards, not to arbitrarily establish fee collection items, raise collection standards, and expand the collection range. As long as you collect reasonably and legally, we will not interfere. You organize these materials, review them, and formally file a case with me.”
It seemed nothing happened.
Lao She’s expression remained unchanged. He said, “I’ve been in Beijing for a long time, rarely in the sun. You’ve overlooked how unpleasant you are. Like this, on the weekend I’ll do something, please colleagues here to sit, in the future my projects will be many, often communicate.”
The director was happy. The meaning of opening was not bad, this summer, there was a female recruiter’s face.
15 Zhao Bao
Beijing’s spring day often looks like a scene of an old war film. Yellow sand rolls and tumbles, with occasional military aircraft roaring across the sky, and all windows are sealed with earth-yellow smoke. Spring is a high-pressure moment of sudden outbreaks, facing the parked vehicles on the roadside, exhaling oil, those vehicles are all spewed with gray and ash. A violent brush swept a path of bees, walking through the long alley, flowing like the legendary imperial envoy told in stories, this water beautiful and famous as the spring rain. The violent brush seemed to suddenly understand the situation, like a rough-looking man staring nakedly in front of the woman he loves, hanging a red mark on Ming’s body.
Even on such a spring day, a man would have four or five unspeakable emotions. The spring day’s person is called Ming.
Ming sat in the office of the basic class, facing Zhou Mochao. They were both burning with three fires.
On the desk between them lay a red-headed document with the title: “Notification Regarding Suspension of Rent Collection and Agricultural Land No. 3 Base Agricultural Production.”
Wasn’t Su Se going to graduate? Wouldn’t he be wandering in such a desolate place, still writing letters to Beijing? The closure failed. Su Se had completely destroyed Zhou Mochao’s and Ming’s wealth.
“The failure of this project lies in not pulling Su Se in,” Zhou Mochao concluded, “We should not have trusted him.”
Ming said, “He is not competent enough and has remaining issues.”
“The project has something. We can still save it. He can also pay. Didn’t Su Se buy a car? Su Se should send him a good car,” Zhou Mochao suddenly realized, “He should be sent a good car.”
Ming angrily said, “He can only ride a public bus!”
Zhou Mochao continued his plan: “Buy him a BMW, don’t know what color he likes, then each month put the car’s expenses in the company’s account to settle for him.”
“BMW is a second-hand car. Su Se is not my second.”
“You should like him more than your second-hand car.”
Ming had no big move. This summer, holding a letter and cutting the corner, every cut of a small piece he would use his finger to knead into a ball to throw at Zhou Mochao, who was crushed into a small white ball. This summer said, “He’s not buying a car, not buying must have a reason.”
Zhou Mochao widely shook his head: “If not relying on his parents, he can’t buy now. He earns several hundred monthly, just started working, not yet paid.”
Ming looked difficultly at Zhou Mochao. What he found unbelievable was not Su Se’s work funds, but a new thing he was completely unaware of.
This fact Zhou Mochao revealed: “You now have more money than him.”
Ming no longer wanted to take Su Se to buy a car, that feeling was too strange. He just went to the 4S store. This summer wanted to send a car to his girlfriend, asking Song Ruoyi to help consult. Song Ruoyi picked a white one. The car sales assistant introduced this as a mountain white.
Song Ruoyi was very careful, specifically asking, “Is it in Beijing? If in Beijing, white is very easy.”
Ming said it was in Ming.
Ming let Song Ruoyi test drive.
“It’s sent to a girl, so easy to try white?”
Song Ruoyi test drove, Ming sat next to her.
The road was like a gentle year, the young man until now, the girls around gradually blooming, the public road endless, full of water blue sky. That was the final guide of the “Road Map”. Let us go there, that’s our home.
Song Ruoyi drove steadily, laughing and saying she feels really good you buy her will like.
Ming closed the engine, pulled out the car key, pulled Song Ruoyi’s hand, placed it in her hand.
Song Ruoyi didn’t respond, panicked and quickly threw the key to him: “You’re doing what I don’t want!”
Ming looked out the window, the public road full of sky, truly blue.
Song Ruoyi opened the car door and ran. This summer behind the car sales assistant said: “I’ll write the address, you send the car.”
The little assistant obediently responded with a “Okay!This car quickly gave Mao Zhi a glance. Just like when he usually walks out of a car, he would typically use the car door to give a glance. – When Mao Zhi walked into the research institute, he discovered that the car was parked at the door of the training class office. The office had an envelope, with a car key inside. He took the envelope to find Su Mo.
Su Mo stood by the marker board looking for something, walking closer to him. Su Mo had been a bit close these past few years, and coincidentally would wear an eye patch. The eye patch looked quite good, almost like a stylish accessory.
Mao Zhi said unhappily: “Why didn’t you let her take my car?”
Su Mo was still searching on the marker board, saying: “She didn’t want to.”
“Then she should come back herself. You have no right to replace her. You drive the car back, and let her come find me.”
Su Mo finally turned his head to look at Mao Zhi, and lifted the eye patch from his eye, his gaze possibly more blurry because of the distance. Mao Zhi stared at him.
Su Mo said: “Are you sick? You sent me an old driver, then I’m not an old driver, yet you want me to drive back and then command me to find an old driver?”
Mao Zhi pointed at him: “She is a free person. Her interactions with me do not need to go through you.”
