Rebirth of the Flying Era

  Chapter 7 New Dilemma

   Du Fei's attitude surprised Sun Qiang.

  Sun Qiang came this time, although he brought thousands of dollars worth of tickets, but in his opinion, it still can't be changed. It was his father who bullied others and won Du Fei's place to succeed him in the factory.

Although   1000 yuan is a lot, it is far less than the state-run regular workers in the steel mill. As long as he works in the factory until he is 30 years old, the annual salary and various benefits will definitely not exceed 1,000 yuan.

   More importantly, the official job in the rolling mill can be taken over by the children in the future. This is a real iron rice bowl that guarantees income from drought and flood.

   "Sit down first, the newly bought jasmine flowers are high and broken." Du Fei took the thermos, heated the cup, opened the tea bags on the table, and pinched a cup a little.

   At this time, the common people were not so particular about drinking tea, especially the high broken ones.

  Sun Qiang glanced at the name of 'Zhang Yiyuan' on the tea bag, and took a sip from the teacup. Then he reached into the pocket of his padded jacket, took out an envelope, and pushed it in front of Du Fei.

   Du Fei took it and weighed it, but he didn't open it to check.

  Director Sun is a smart person. At this stage, there is no need to play tricks on these money tickets.

  Sun Qiang took out another small piece of paper with two red seals: "This is a job introduction letter. You have collected it. Tomorrow morning, go to the street office to find Director Wang to report."

  Du Fei didn't care about it this time. He took the letter of introduction, read it carefully, and read it twice.

   This letter of introduction should have been prepared long ago, otherwise, no matter how hard Director Sun's relationship was, it would not be possible to get it out overnight.

  Two red seals, one is from Du Fei's former high school, and the other is from the District Youth League Committee.

  Because they are temporary workers, they do not occupy cadre status and do not need to go through organizational procedures.

   Actually, Du Fei knew very well that this letter of introduction was just a cover, and what really worked was Director Sun's private operations.

   "That's it, I'll go back first." Sun Qiang finished the task and stood up.

  Although Du Fei greeted him with a smile as soon as he entered the door, Sun Qiang always had a feeling that he was still too young to do bad things.

   He remembered all the things his father recounted when he came home yesterday, and became more and more certain that Du Fei in front of him was a smiling tiger who could eat people without spitting out bones.

   "Yes, then you can walk slowly, we can talk later when we have time." Du Fei smiled and sent Sun Qiang away, but when he returned to the room, he frowned.

   First opened the envelope and checked the money inside.

   It's really not bad.

  500 yuan is all brand-new Great Unity, the bicycle ticket is a permanent 28 weight, and the radio ticket is Shanghai 132 type.

   But at this moment, Du Fei didn't have time to look at it, he put it into the portable space, and then stared at the letter of introduction, his mind was racing.

   This time, Sun Qiang was asked to deliver things. Director Sun did not show up at all, and he had already made it clear that the matter has ended, the money and goods have been cleared between the two parties, and it is even more impossible to send Du Fei to the street for registration tomorrow.

   Du Fei had already anticipated this result, Director Sun was not his biological father, so he was not obliged to protect him step by step.

   But in this way, it will be difficult for him to establish a foothold in the street office next.

   If you are really like a stunner, you go to report yourself with a letter of introduction. Of course, there will be no problem, but you have to expose your heels.

   In a place like the street office, there is no way to hide secrets. No matter whether it is a formal establishment or a temporary worker, what background and footwork you have, and who you rely on, everyone knows.

  If Du Fei reported on the first day, Director Sun didn't say anything, he just declared in disguise that he had nothing to do with Du Fei, which would definitely put Du Fei in an embarrassing situation and become the bottom of the food chain in the street office.

   "This can't be done! Go to the street office, but you can't be a gas bag." Du Fei gritted his teeth secretly, thinking about how to break the situation.

   Subconsciously, he was the first to think of Uncle Uncle.

   The identity of the uncle's eighth-level fitter and his relationship with Director Sun. He is also the uncle in the courtyard. When Du Fei was sent to the street office, he could barely represent Director Sun.

   Moreover, for the sake of Director Sun before, the uncle was equivalent to taking a handle on Du Fei.

  Du Fei believed that as long as he made a request, the uncle would not refuse to send him to report.

   However, although the eighth-level fitter is expensive, but in the final analysis, it is still a worker, and the weight is not enough.

   Besides, once you find the uncle, it is equivalent to telling Director Sun that he has poor skills, and there is no other way to think about it.

   Du Fei's face became more and more serious, trying to find a breakthrough from the original owner's memory.

   Finally, after racking his brains and searching his stomach, he found someone.

   This person is called Chen Zhongyuan. In the memory of the original owner, the impression of this person is quite vague.

   According to his seniority, Du Fei should be called his third uncle. He is the cousin of the original owner's mother. He came to Beijing from his hometown more than ten years ago and lived in his house for half a year.

   But then the original owner's mother died of illness and gradually lost contact.

   Until this time, the original owner's father had an accident and appeared at the funeral wearing a police uniform.

   But the original owner was in a dazed state at the time. Apart from wearing a police uniform, he only vaguely remembered that Chen Zhongyuan was working in the Public Security Department of the Municipal Bureau.

   Whether this third uncle, who has not been in contact with him for more than ten years, can help, Du Fei has no idea.

   But it didn't prevent him from going to the door to try it.

   Even if I can't help this time, it's not a bad thing to have a relative who is a police officer.

  Thinking of this, Du Fei made up his mind.

   took a look at the wall clock, it was almost four o'clock.

   "I have to go to the street to report tomorrow, and Chen Zhongyuan must go there tonight." Du Fei thought silently.

   hurriedly went out and went to the supply and marketing agency.

I wanted to buy two bottles of Maotai, but unfortunately there was no special Moutai ticket, so I had to settle for the next best thing. First, two bottles of Laofen wine, two barrels of malted milk essence, a large front door, and a pack of authentic white rabbits. toffee.

   It was the first time I came to visit the third uncle, so I definitely couldn't go empty-handed, but always brought some gifts.

   However, Du Fei didn't go there immediately after buying things.

   I came to the door at this time and was rushing people to have dinner. It was inevitable that both sides were embarrassed, and some words were difficult to say.

  Du Fei came back from shopping. Widow Qin had removed the bedding and was washing the cotton.

  The water in the big basin turned black, but after the cotton was washed, some white was exposed.

  The pretty widow was so excited that she saw Du Fei and hurriedly stopped him: "Hey, Xiao Du, come down."

  Du Fei had empty hands, and he threw everything into the space. He came to Widow Qin and glanced at the black water in the basin, feeling a little embarrassed.

Widow Qin didn't care, and while continuing to wash the cotton, she raised her chin at the side: "These cottons are not bad. After washing, play them again, and they are just like new. But those cloths are all bad. Can't you do it?"

  Du Fei looked at the rags piled next to them, all of which Widow Qin had just removed.

   reached out and picked up a piece and tugged it. Before it was too hard, it stabbed and tore a big hole.

   Du Fei realized that he had taken it for granted.

  These rags are definitely unusable. If you have to make do with it, even if it is made into a curtain, it is a tofu project, and it will be torn apart within two and a half days.

   "It's alright." At this moment, Du Fei was thinking about going to Chen Zhongyuan's house at night, and he didn't care about it. He said to Widow Qin, "You wash the cotton first, and I'll bring some new cloth over later."

  Du Fei's open attitude made the pretty widow feel a little uneasy, opened her mouth, but stopped talking.

  Du Fei had something in his heart, so he came and went in a hurry and went back to the backyard.

   (end of this chapter)