Chapter 7 New Dilemma

Du Fei's attitude surprised Sun Qiang.

Although Sun Qiang came this time, he brought thousands of dollars worth of tickets, but in his opinion, nothing could be changed. It was his father who bullied others and took Du Fei's place in the factory as his successor.

Although one thousand yuan is a lot of money, it is far less than the official state-owned workers in the steel mill. As long as he works in the factory until he is thirty, his annual salary and various benefits will definitely be more than a thousand yuan.

What's more important is that the formal job in the steel rolling mill can be taken over by children in the future. This is a real iron rice bowl that guarantees income during droughts and floods.

"You sit down first. The new jasmine flowers I bought today are of high quality." Du Fei took the thermos bottle, scalded the cup, unpacked the tea bag on the table, and squeezed a little bit into each cup.

At this time, ordinary people did not pay much attention to drinking tea, especially high-quality tea. They did not like to wash the tea, so they poured it down after the first brew, and the taste became weak the second time.

Sun Qiang glanced at the name 'Zhang Yiyuan' on the tea bag, picked up the teacup and took a sip in a well-mannered manner, then reached into the pocket of his cotton coat, took out an envelope, and pushed it in front of Du Fei.

Du Fei took it over and weighed it without opening it to check.

Director Sun is a smart man. When things have reached this point, there is no need to tamper with these money tickets.

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

Du Fei didn't trust anyone this time. He took the letter of introduction and read it twice.

This letter of introduction should have been prepared a long time ago, otherwise no matter how strong the relationship with Director Sun is, it would not be possible to produce it overnight.

Two red seals, one from Du Fei's former high school and the other 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.

In fact, 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 completed the task and stood up.

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

Thinking of all the things his dad had recounted when he came home yesterday, he became more and more convinced that the Du Fei in front of him was a smiling tiger who ate people without spitting out their bones.

"Okay, then you go slowly, we can talk when we have time later." Du Fei sent Sun Qiang away with a smile, but frowned when he returned to the room.

First he opened the envelope and checked the money inside.

It's exactly the same.

The 500 yuan is a brand new unit, the bicycle ticket is a permanent 28 plus, and the radio ticket is a Shanghai 132 type.

But at this moment, Du Fei had no time to look at it. He simply put it into his pocket and stared at the letter of introduction, his thoughts racing in his mind.

This time Sun Qiang was asked to deliver something, but Director Sun simply didn't show up, which already made it clear that the matter ended here, the money and goods were cleared for both parties, and it would be impossible to send Du Fei to report to the street office tomorrow.

Du Fei had already expected this outcome. Director Sun was not his biological father and had no obligation to protect him every step of the way.

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

If you are really like a dazed young man and report for work on your own with a letter of introduction, there will certainly be no problem, but you will expose your base.

In a place like the sub-district office, there is no way to hide secrets. Regardless of whether they are officially employed or part-time workers, everyone knows their background and connections and their connections.

If Director Sun showed no sign of anything on the first day Du Fei reported for work, it would be a disguised declaration that he had nothing to do with Du Fei, which would inevitably put Du Fei in an embarrassing situation and reduce him to the bottom of the food chain at the street office.

"That's not okay! Go to the street office, but you can't be a doormat." Du Fei gritted his teeth secretly, thinking about how to break the situation.

Subconsciously, he leads

First of all, I think of the first uncle Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai's status as an eighth-level fitter and his relationship with Director Sun, as well as being a senior official in the courtyard, sent Du Fei to the street office, so he could barely represent Director Sun.

Moreover, because of Director Sun, Yi Zhonghai was in trouble with Du Fei.

Du Fei believed that as long as he asked, Yi Zhonghai would not refuse to send him to report.

However, although the eighth-level fitter is noble and noble, in the end he is still a worker and does not have enough weight.

Moreover, once he finds Yi Zhonghai, it is equivalent to telling Director Sun that he has no skills, no one else can use him, and there is no other way to think of.

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

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

This man's name is Chen Zhongyuan. In the memory of the original owner, the impression of this man is quite vague.

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

But later the original owner’s mother died of illness, and we gradually lost contact with her.

Until this time, something happened to the original owner's father and he appeared at the funeral wearing a police uniform.

However, the original owner was in a state of confusion throughout the whole process. Apart from wearing a police uniform, he only vaguely remembered that Chen Zhongyuan worked in the Public Security Department of the Municipal Bureau.

Du Fei was not sure whether his third uncle, whom he had not contacted for more than ten years, could help.

But that didn't stop him from coming to the door and giving it a try.

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

Thinking of this, Du Fei made up his mind.

Glancing at the wall clock, it was almost four o'clock.

"I have to report to the subdistrict office tomorrow. Chen Zhongyuan must go there tonight." Du Fei thought silently.

I quickly went out and went to the supply and marketing cooperative.

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I wanted to buy two bottles of Moutai, but unfortunately there were no special Moutai tickets, so I had to settle for the next best thing. I bought two bottles of Lao Fenjiu, two barrels of malted milk, a Daqianmen, and a bag of authentic White Rabbit candy.

The first time I visited my uncle, I couldn't go empty-handed, I had to bring some gifts.

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

It was awkward to go there at this time, just when they were having dinner, and some things were hard to say.

When Du Fei came back from shopping, Qin Huairu had already taken apart the bedding and was washing cotton.

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

The pretty widow was washing with great enthusiasm, and when she saw Du Fei, she hurriedly called him, "Hey, Xiao Du, come over."

Du Fei had nothing in his hands, and everything was thrown into the space by him. He came to Qin Huairu and took a look at the black water in the basin, feeling a little embarrassed.

Qin Huairu didn't care. She continued to wash the cotton and raised her chin to the person beside her. "These cottons are not bad. After washing, they will be as good as new after re-stretching. But the cloth is in a bad state. Do you think it's still good?"

Du Fei looked at the rags piled beside him. They were all taken down by Qin Huairu.

He picked up a piece and pulled it. Before he used too much force, it tore a big hole with a sizzling sound.

Du Fei realized that he had taken it for granted.

These rags are definitely unusable. If you insist on making do with them, even if they are made into curtains, they will be shoddy and will be torn in less than two and a half days.

"It's okay." At this time, Du Fei was thinking about going to Chen Zhongyuan's house in the evening. He didn't care about this matter. He said to Qin Huairu, "You wash the cotton first, and I'll bring some new cloth later."

Du Fei's open attitude made the pretty widow feel a little sorry. She opened her mouth and hesitated.

Du Fei was worried about something, so he came and went in a hurry and returned to the backyard.