The World: Tu Ziqiang's Counterattack

235 , Shocking

There are four big irons in men, how can you be a good buddy if you haven't talked about women's relationship together? .

After talking about Lu Xiaofeng's gossip, the atmosphere became much more harmonious, and it was no longer so tense.

"Isn't it appropriate for this place to take responsibility?" Wang Wufeng pointed at the document, "Look, you have set the elimination rate to 50% year by year, and then you have to hold the locality accountable according to this elimination rate. People are totally offended!"

"But I also gave them an extra half of the recommendation quota~" Tu Ziqiang spread his hands, "With great power, comes great responsibility, right?"

"People will think that you don't believe in their work attitude!" Wang Wufeng curled his lips.

"I just don't believe in their work attitude, they don't need to think!" Tu Ziqiang waved his hand, shocked, "Group Leader Wang, it is unreliable to rely entirely on personal morality to manage. Even if it is reliable now, there will be an unreliable day in the future! Since I was asked to prepare for this matter, I have to plan ahead in the system."

"Don't say that again~" Wang Wufeng's face darkened, and he said in a low voice, "You are doubting comrades for no reason!"

Tu Ziqiang grinned and said nothing.

"Punishment for not enough referrals?" Wang Wufeng looked at Tu Ziqiang in surprise.

"Ah, what if the local government doesn't recommend it for fear of being punished?" Tu Ziqiang took it for granted.

"Go to college! As for?" Wang Wufeng looked at Tu Ziqiang like a fool, "Compared with the benefits obtained, what is that little responsibility?"

"Look, don't you know that too?" Tu Ziqiang grinned, "Look, my idea must be supported by the local government, right?"

"What if the local government is unwilling to take responsibility? Have you thought about it? Whether our group is in power or under power, we can't restrict the local government." Wang Wufeng rubbed his temples.

"Yes, I will give them the right to choose." Tu Ziqiang grinned, "They can choose not to take responsibility, and the quota will remain the same."

Wang Wufeng looked at Tu Ziqiang quietly.

"The saved places can be given to other places that are willing to take responsibility," Tu Ziqiang paused, "Also, when assigning future graduates, hehehe...right?"

"Cao~ you have a good idea!" Wang Wufeng curled his lips, "You think the local people are too reasonable, don't you?"

"A system is a system," Tu Ziqiang pouted, "There must be deviations in the specific implementation, but this does not hinder the establishment of the system, right!"

"Is the power of the group too great~" Wang Wufeng asked after a moment of pondering, "The right to review admissions and the right to eliminate at the end of the term are all in the hands of the group. What is left of the school?"

"Comrade Wang, you chatter, tsk tsk tsk..." Tu Ziqiang pouted his lips and shook his head repeatedly, "I'm not good at it!"

Wang Wufeng took a deep look at Tu Ziqiang, turned his head and continued flipping through the documents without saying a word.

You boy, the slogans on your mouth are selfless, hum!

"Old Wang, I know what you are thinking, but I can tell you responsibly that you are wrong!" Tu Ziqiang pursed his lips, "Schools are in various places, and the group holds all the power in their hands. The only thing you need is the power of supervision. As for how loose the school can be, the control team of the scale must always be left in hand, right? You can’t modify the system at will because of some individual events, right?”

"The group is just a temporary organization, and it won't be permanent..." Wang Wufeng rubbed his chin, "It's not appropriate."

Tu Ziqiang looked at him quietly without speaking.

"It will become fat in the eyes of everyone, we can't stand it..." Wang Wufeng sighed.

"Why do you want to push? Why are you so greedy?" Tu Ziqiang looked at Wang Wufeng like a fool, "It's almost enough, how much is more, what kind of bicycle do you want?"

Wang Wufeng swallowed, and laughed at himself.

I think too much...

Wang Wufeng felt that the document in his hand was as hot as fire.

Tu Ziqiang has considered all aspects well, but many things in this world are unreasonable.

Wang Wufeng is deeply touched by this point. Many things seem to be in order, but before doing it, risks are always surging.

The older the rivers and lakes, the less courageous he is. Wang Wufeng has so many things that he can't give up, and he is not willing to take the risk of a little finger.

The benefits are predictable, but he kept reminding himself: the greater the benefits, the greater the risks.

"Actually, this document doesn't have to go through procedures." Tu Ziqiang paused, "You don't have to sign it either."

Wang Wufeng slowly raised his head and looked at the young man beside him.

"It's enough to have my signature. Report it first..." Tu Ziqiang said with drooping eyelids, "It's a success. The worst thing is that I will go back to Jichun to be a worker. I'm not afraid."

Wang Wufeng pursed his lips and did not speak.

The young man in front of him may not understand, but he knows it in his heart.

Compared with procedural accountability, the impression of someone above is more fatal.

Where is the value of your Wang Wufeng reflected?

If it is true that what Tu Ziqiang said is not to sign, but to report directly, it is actually the worst policy.

If it is successful, it will appear that you have no vision, no responsibility, and unwilling to take responsibility; if you fail, you will also appear that you have no vision and low work ability.

If you don't sign it, you have no responsibility?The reporting itself shows your approval of the plan!

Is it important to sign or not?

Therefore, either directly reject it, or sign it and then report it.

"Our eldest nephew is thirty? Where does he work?" Tu Ziqiang asked seemingly unintentionally.

Wang Wufeng looked at Tu Ziqiang quietly for a while, and a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Tu Ziqiang stared at each other with his lips pursed, without speaking.

brush brush...

Wang Wufeng picked up the pen, and signed his name at the end of the document.

God is very fair, he can give you whatever you want, as long as you can exchange it.

"By the way, Lao Wang, this official letter still needs your signature..." Tu Ziqiang took out several official letters from his bag and threw them on the coffee table.

"You kid is really hurt~~~" Wang Wufeng looked down at the content of the official letter, and laughed, "Isn't this too serious?"

"Hey, what's the matter, I only have this energy left..." Tu Ziqiang picked his nails and smiled.

"Hey, I signed this, and I will be famous in history..." Wang Wufeng unscrewed the pen and signed while sighing, "You don't fear retribution for doing something like this!"

"What am I afraid of? They can't do anything to me." Tu Ziqiang grinned, "I have nothing to ask them personally, and they can't find a place to turn their faces!"

The official letter reads:

Notice!

In view of the shortage of labor force in your ministry and the inability to maintain normal operation needs, this group believes that the need to maintain the operation of Douzhier City is more important than the need for higher education.

Therefore, from today onwards, the admission review for employees of your department, immediate family members of employees, and collateral relatives of employees will be suspended.

The resumption of audit time will be considered separately according to the degree of improvement in your department's operational capabilities.

Notice hereby!

Another: Considering that your ministry has some difficulties in conveying information, our team will copy this notice to major newspapers and magazines at the end of this month.

University Education Admissions Preparatory Team.

April [-], XX.

Sitting in the driver's cab, Hao Jian saw Tu Ziqiang walking briskly out of the office building from a distance, and immediately greeted him skillfully with his ignition on.

"Brother, where are we going?"

"Go to the post office to mail the letter first." Tu Ziqiang was sitting in the co-pilot with a small stack of official letters in his hand.

"Okay~" Hao Jian started cheerfully.

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In the picket office, the two pickets were slouching and lying there, mumbling perfunctory words in their mouths.

"Brother, when will we have a letter?" Hao Jian asked with a playful smile.

"Go back and wait?" The little picket yawned impatiently, "Of course I'll let you guys know when I have a letter."

"Then there must be an approximate time?" Hao Jian was not angry at all, "Our car was smashed quite badly. This is not a small case, right? There should be about the same time, right?"

"Should?" The little picket turned his nostrils to the sky, "There are so many things that should be asked, and you can ask them? Cao, Laotun!"

"Hey, gaha~ What do you think, chatter?" Hao Jian became anxious, and the Northeast dialect came out bald.

"Please speak Mandarin, understand?" the little picket picked his ears, "Grandpa can't understand!"

"Hey, I am Cao!" Hao Jian became angry.

Snapped!

A silver bracelet was slapped on the table, and the little picket hooked his hands contemptuously.

"You have to give me a copy of the receipt, right?" Hao Jian asked angrily.

"It's used up~" the little picket said concisely.

"Then when, uh, when will it be available?" Hao Jian asked, biting his tongue.

"I don't know, are you okay? If you're okay, get out!" The little picket raised his eyes.

"Something's up..." Hao Jian took a deep breath and tried his best to stabilize his emotions. "The glass in our house was also smashed, and the door was also splashed with feces..."

"Did you hurt someone?" the little picket asked vaguely, picking his nose.

"No~" Hao Jian replied dryly.

"That's out of our control~" The little picket flicked his finger, and a large piece of booger bounced on Hao Jian's face.

"Who cares?" Hao Jian stretched out his hand to wipe the booger off Lu's face.

"Where the hell am I going to know?" The little picket patted the table, "Hey, why are you fucking blowing your nose everywhere? Lick it for me!"

"Ha~" Hao Jian smiled with his mouth crooked, turned his head and left.

"Hey, I'm Cao, the little girl is pretty good, I didn't hear that I asked you to lick me, did you?"

Four or five blue uniforms rushed in from the door in an instant, staring at Hao Jian with a grinning grin.

"You have to think clearly about the maidservant! Cao Nima's!" Hao Jian couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and yelled, "I fucking think you're screwed!"

"Okay!" The little picket whistled, and walked forward with a grinning grin, "I will take good care of you today!"

"Cao Nima's..." Hao Jian rushed forward as soon as he rolled up his sleeves.

A good tiger can't handle a pack of wolves, let alone a husky.

Within two rounds, he was completely submerged in the blue ocean.

The leading picket jumped and kicked, cursing while kicking.

"Master, if you can't clean up your shit today, you'll be fine!"

236. Young people

It's really not Hao Jian's fault.

Before coming here, Tu Ziqiang told him thousands of times, and he had to bear it if he could.

Pickets are not so easy to mess with, they have ten thousand ways to find fault with you, and they will never let you take the blame.

But Hao Jian still underestimated the difficulty of the task.

Hao Jian was a tactful child, and he had a father like Hao Shulin. He had been in the Red Star Factory and the Red Star Mutual Aid Club since he was a fledgling.

Even if the pickets don't look at the face of the Mutual Aid Society, they still have to look at the face of Gong Weize and Lin Weidong. Hao Jian is really comradely warm...

In Hao Jian's heart, the pickets are all good buddies who are sincere and thoughtful.

Of course, Douzhiershi is not Jichun, and he is mentally prepared for this.

But to be honest, I wasn't that prepared...

Tu Ziqiang also underestimated the situation.

Of course, that was before Hao Jianyi left and never returned.

The black light is blind.

bang bang bang~~~

The courtyard door was kicked and moaned continuously...

One dog barking, a hundred dogs barking shadows.

still here~

Tu Ziqiang pursed his lips, picked up the book that had been prepared on the table, and went to open the door wearing a padded jacket.

"What the hell are you doing~" The bright light of the large flashlight made Tu Ziqiang unable to open his eyes.

"Hey~" Tu Ziqiang tilted his head, barely blocking the light with the book in his hand.

boom!

Before he could speak, the hardwood baton hit him heavily on the head.

hum~~

Tu Ziqiang's brain was dizzy, and a stream of heat flowed down from the top of his head, dyeing the world red.

"Damn it, Agent Dog!"

Tu Ziqiang covered his head and looked up hard, only to see a group of arrogant and domineering faces in blue uniforms.

"How dare you resist arrest!" The little picket cursed and pointed at the deer as a horse.

"There are three female spies in the room!"

The fat director of the neighborhood committee held a flashlight and shouted with jumping feet.

"You~" Tu Ziqiang tried hard to get up.

A three-jointed leather shoe kicked him heavily in the ribs, a piercing pain hit him, and he almost fainted.

Puff puff puff, four or five pairs of leather shoes stepped over Tu Ziqiang on the ground, and surrounded the door of the wing room.

Tuk tuk tuk, a pair of size 42 leather shoes slowly walked into the yard.

Snapped!

The size 42 leather shoes stomped heavily on the book that had fallen to the ground and crushed it hard.

The white cover, dotted with bright red blood, twisted and fell off with a groan.

A big shoe print was printed obliquely on the title page.

Study hard, and shed black tears of grievance every day.

When the three blue uniforms swarmed into the wing room under the guidance of the fat aunt from the neighborhood committee, Tu Ziqiang was still curled up on the ground and moaning.

The rib must be broken~~~

"ah!"

"what!"

"WTF!"

In the blink of an eye, three blue uniforms were thrown out screaming.

The only one in the blue uniform who hadn't had time to rush into the house thumped back again and again.

"Stinking rogue!"

Anfeiya's bare feet and long trousers had a pale face, and she forcibly guarded the door calmly, her blue-gray eyes flickering around.

Gabba, Kara...

The size 42 leather shoes took out the gun and loaded it without hesitation, and raised his hand to shoot.

"Wait!!" A big hand grabbed his calf tightly.

The size 42 leather shoes paused in his hand, and he glanced away from the corner of his eye.

Tu Ziqiang, whose face was covered in blood, hunched over and grabbed his calf, with a weird smile on his face.

"Anfei, go back to the house, it's none of your business!" Tu Ziqiang said weakly, enduring the pain in his ribs.

Anfeiya was taken aback.

Isn't this here to catch me?

"Listen to Qiangzi~~"

Dongmei behind Anfei said softly.

"Ah?" Anfei's posture remained unchanged, and hesitantly glanced at Zhou Rong, who was behind her with the same pale face.

"Listen to him, let's go back to the house~" Zhou Rong said choked up with tears in her big eyes.

"Don't move! Put your hands up!" The 42-size leather shoe felt that he was being ignored, and raised the pistol in his hand.

"You'll hurt your family~~" Tu Ziqiang said weakly, staring at the book on the floor.

The size 42 leather shoes hesitated a bit, and followed Tu Ziqiang's gaze.

Feeling cold.

Only then did he realize what the book on the ground was.

He hesitated, but the only remaining servant who could still stand did not hesitate.

"Bah! Damn bitch, be honest!" The little follower was about to reach out to grab Anfeiya, cursing.

Gaba~

"Ah~ stinky bitch, I'm Cao Nima!!!"

Anfeiya grabbed, twisted and threw subconsciously, and he flew out in a circle.

Pfft!

The little follower fell to the ground, holding his broken wrist and howling...

An Feiya stretched her waist, looking at the size 42 leather shoes warily.

"You resist arrest!" The 42-size leather shoes forcefully made excuses for themselves, "Yes, you resist arrest!"

The lowered pistol was raised again, pointing firmly at the leopard-like Anfeya.

"If I were you, I'd use that stupid old lady's flashlight to see clearly~" Tu Ziqiang was sweating in pain, and smiled horribly, "You idiot, you're done!"

The size 42 leather shoes were still hesitating, and the fat old lady from the neighborhood committee behind her couldn't hold back her curiosity, she lowered herself down with a flashlight...

"Oh my god~~ it's not me, it's not me~~~~~" The old lady howled miserably, dropped the flashlight and ran away.

The flashlight circled the ground a few times, and the light happened to shine on the words on the title page...

puff~~

"Fuck!"

After reading the words on the title page, the size 42 leather shoes felt dizzy for a while, and a gust of cold air went straight from the top of the sky to the tailbone.

"It's all right, put on your clothes, you'll catch a cold soon..." Tu Ziqiang turned his head, watching the girls trying to squeeze out an ugly smile.

It was pitch black in front of my eyes, and the screams of the girls were still echoing in my ears...

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Tu Ziqiang lay on the hospital bed and looked at the ceiling.

Dongmei was lying on the bedside snoring, sleeping soundly.

He didn't wake her up.

The throbbing pain in the head, I don't know how many stitches were stitched, maybe there is some infection.

The ribs must be broken, and I dare not breathe too hard.

He must have been given anesthesia, right?

This kind of clear sense of touch, but not so obvious pain, as if separated by a layer of cloth, feels familiar.

The ward is an eight-person room, and the sound of farting and gnashing of teeth can be heard endlessly.

There was an inexplicable smell in the air, and Tu Ziqiang thought of Ah Ren inexplicably...

After an unknown amount of time, he fell asleep again in a daze.

When she opened her eyes again, the sky was bright, and Dongmei was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding her chin with one hand, looking at him with concern.

"You're awake~" Dongmei stared at her red and swollen eyes, "One rib was broken, one bone was cracked, and seven stitches were stitched on her head..."

"It's okay, little injury!" Tu Ziqiang grinned nonchalantly, "What about them?"

"Anfei didn't have a letter of introduction to take care of the house. Zhou Rong will replace me in a while." Dongmei paused, "The pickets sent you to the hospital last night and you disappeared. I sent you to the hospital at eight o'clock in the morning Wang Wufeng called, he is coming here."

"Well~" Tu Ziqiang nodded.

"Hao Jian was probably arrested by them too, I didn't tell others." Hao Dongmei said softly. "Hao Shulin and the others can't help much, it's useless to worry."

"Yes, it's appropriate." Tu Ziqiang nodded and asked, "Where is this?"

"The Third Hospital of Medical University." Hao Dongmei replied, "The doctor said your ribs are fine, but they don't know if the injury on your head is serious or not."

Tu Ziqiang tentatively shook his head.

Just dizzy, no nausea or vomiting.

"It's okay, it's not serious." Tu Ziqiang looked at the girl, "Don't worry."

"Hmm~" Hao Dongmei nodded, tears streaming down her face.

"Hey, it's all right, why are you still crying..." Tu Ziqiang grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently.

"You're still laughing! He almost shot yesterday!" Dongmei stared into Yuanyuan's eyes, "He wants to silence him!"

"Who is that guy?" Tu Ziqiang smiled contemptuously with his lips curled up.

"It seems to be the director..." Dongmei thought for a while and replied, "It seems to be!"

"Okay, I see." Tu Ziqiang smiled with his lips pursed.

"Still laughing~" Dongmei said coquettishly, "How scary! Thanks to Anfei for being able to fight!"

"Ha~" Tu Ziqiang shook his head and said nothing.

"Hey, if only Qiaoqiao was here..." Dongmei sighed, "This is not as good as Jichun! It's too scary!"

Not as good as Jichun?Hehe, it's just not as good as our Jichun.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Tu Ziqiang's mouth.

squeak~~~

The door of the ward opened, and two pairs of leather shoes walked in.

Forty yards ahead and 42 yards behind.

He knew the size 42s.

"Team leader Tu is awake?" Forty yards walked two steps, warm like a spring breeze.

"This is Director Shao, our Shao Yuren." 42 Yards paused and added, "Big Director."

Tu Ziqiang turned his head slightly and looked at Shao Yuren without saying a word, while Dongmei sat motionless on the chair.

"Hey, you~~" Code 42 was in a hurry.

"Little Cao~~" Shao Yuren raised his hand as a gesture without changing his expression.

The 42-yard dog obediently shut up.

"It was all a misunderstanding yesterday, and things deteriorated too quickly." Shao Yuren stood on the bed and said with a smile, "Fortunately, no one was injured, or else..."

"Hehe~" Tu Ziqiang laughed dryly.

"We're a little heavy handed," Shao Yuren said to himself, "but it's understandable."

Tu Ziqiang turned around, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly.

"We will bear your medical expenses," Shao Yuren said with a faint smile, and said very sincerely, "Girl, I was woken up in the middle of the night, so it's understandable to be a bit harsh..."

"Your surname is Shao?" Tu Ziqiang struggled to get up, and Dongmei pulled the pillow behind him.

"Shao Yuren." Shao Yuren said with a slight frown.

"That's not right," Tu Ziqiang frowned and thought, then turned to look at Dongmei, "I remember the chief's surname is Liu, Liu Chuanzong, right? Dongmei?"

"Well, yes, Liu Chuanzong." Dongmei smiled playfully and rolled her lovely eyes.

Shao Yuren's face was a little dark.

"Shao, what's the matter with Shao?" Tu Ziqiang frowned in thought, "Shao's support? Do you have a work permit? Show it!"

"You boy!" Yard 42 stepped forward.

"This is Douzhiershi!" Shao Yuren raised his hand to stop Zhonggou, and said with a smile.

"Yeah, how could something like this happen in Douzhiershi!"

Wang Wufeng walked into the ward with big strides.