Xiong Gang was so excited that he said without hesitation: "Do you want to ask Secretary Lin?"

Unexpectedly, Wu Yuan shook his head and said: "Xiao Lin is still a bit young, and besides, he may not be willing to have a real relationship with us."

 Then he said frankly: "We have to ask Director Wan about this matter."

Xiong Gang’s eyes lit up.

 Director Wan is a veteran in the system.

 His political acumen goes without saying.

 Compared to institutional newcomers like Xiao Lin, people like Director Wan are easier to make friends with.

What’s more, Wu Yuan also formed a good relationship with Director Wan during several previous activities in Liyuan Village.

The two of them had discussed this and were about to go into the house to make a phone call.

They saw Yang Luoyan in the living room answering the phone and gesturing to them.

 When Wu Yuan quickly walked in the door, he heard his wife whisper: "It's a call from Director Wan."

Wu Yuan exchanged glances with Xiong Gang behind him.

 What a coincidence, isn't it?

 At least it shows that Director Wan’s judgment just now was correct.

Not only is it not wrong, it is not even enough.

 So after Wu Yuan answered the phone, he laughed and said: "Director Wan, you really can't bear to talk about it!"

Director Wan's voice came cheerfully from the other end of the phone: "No wonder I didn't catch a cold, but I sneezed three times in a row. I thought it was because someone was talking about me!"

“I was going to call you, Boss Wu, but my wife said I was being sentimental.”

Wu Yuan smiled knowingly: "I was about to call you, but my sister-in-law underestimated your strength!"

While exchanging compliments and greetings, Xiong Gang next to him was so anxious that he scratched his head and ears.

 Until a moment later.

Director Wan was the first to get to the point and said: "Boss Wu, the secretary has repeatedly expressed dissatisfaction with Wang Baichuan recently, and you must know it. Therefore, his talk to Xiong Bureau is not without purpose. So this is an opportunity!"

Wu Yuan said decisively: "Director Wan, I understand, I will tell him now. I will treat you to dinner another day!"

Director Wan chuckled and said, "I want to ask for a drink in advance of Xiong Ju Gaosheng's wedding wine."

hang up the phone.

Wu Yuan told Xiong Gang exactly what Director Wan said.

While the two were talking, they returned to the courtyard.

Xiong Gang took a deep breath and said, "I understand. I will go to Secretary Xu to report on my work early tomorrow morning."

 Just after he finished making his decision, Xiong Gang changed the topic again.

As if in an instant, he changed his mind eight hundred times and said: "You said that Wang Baichuan gave up a good job and refused to do it. It can't be because he doesn't want to do it, right?"

 Then Xiong Gang said clearly: "If the supporting facilities of the Construction Management Bureau are not in place, is it a problem of money?"

“Xu Changsheng came to me to take over this mess. Could it be that Xiang Zhuang was dancing with his sword to target Pei Gong?”

Wu Yuan waved his hand and said: "Even if he means taking money from my pocket for construction, I can still find a way. Just feel free to report to work!"

After saying that, he led the people outside and said, "Okay, I won't keep you here anymore. Go back and get some rest early, and report back tomorrow with a better mental outlook."

Xiong Gang turned around and said hello to Yang Luoyan and Liu Hui in the small building, then pushed up the 28-meter bar and got in the car to leave.

 After seeing off Xiong Gang, Wu Yuan continued to go out for a walk.

Walking behind Xiao Wei's house, the shrimp pond of nearly an acre was dug into half by this woman.

If the excavator comes a few days later, they will have finished digging.

 A terrible woman.

 Fortunately, Chen Xing was not here at this time.

Wu Yuan walked all the way to the school gate and saw Song Chunhong coming out of the small door carrying a Type 26 Kun chariot. Wearing a public relations outfit, he seems to be much more rounded.

 Looking at that face again, it was a little more rosy.

 “Are you taking a stroll?”

Watched by Wu Yuan intently, Song Chunhong put down her carriage and unnaturally lifted her hair on her temples to cover up the flash of rosiness on her pretty face.

Wu Yuan looked away, raised his wrist and looked at his watch and said, "Do you get off work at this time?"

Song Chunhong pushed the Kun cart and followed happily, walking side by side: "Actually, it's not too late. When I get home at this time, I can just have a hot meal without having to help with the cooking."

Wu Yuan nodded: "You are very good at calculating!"

Then Nu Nu said: "Get in the car first and go, I won't delay you to have a hot meal."

Song Chun walked on the sidewalk with a red face: "Actually, I got off work a little early today."

 Sooner or not, who knows?

Instead, Wu Yuan said this, and Wu Yuan could no longer chase people away.

The two of them just walked in silence.

 Wu Yuan didn't look up until he reached the bridgehead behind Dong Dacheng's house.

He looked at the moonlit night and said, "It looks like tomorrow will be a sunny day again."

Song Chunhong did not raise her head, but nodded lightly and said: "Well, the forecast is sunny tomorrow, with a southeasterly wind of level 3 to level 4."

 Wu Yuan lowered his head and looked at her.

Song Chunhong quickly explained: "I saw it in the newspaper."

“By the way, if the eldest brother-in-law is transferred back to the city, can you support the village primary school?”

“What, is Principal Lin planning to transfer?”

  “I mean, if.”

Song Chunhong breathed a sigh of relief and said: "It's not a big problem to support it. The difficulty is to continue to run our village-run primary school and make it better and better."

 This is a down-to-earth attitude.

It is completely different from Lin Xianxue's speculation that he always wanted to use this place as a springboard.

 So Wu Yuan also encouraged: "As long as you are determined, you can do better and better."

 “Thank you for your good words!” Song Chunhong said with a smile: “In fact, the children in our village also owe it to you.”

Wu Yuan said indifferently: "The local tyrants and evil gentry in the feudal era all knew how to set up schools. How can I, the peasants who got rich first in the new era, be inferior to them?"

“Yes, yes, yes!” Song Chunhong agreed with a smile, and then asked, “When are you leaving?”

 “Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.”

While talking, the two of them arrived at the village headquarters.

 Lao Xu was sitting alone at the door of Jia Lizi, his figure was really lonely.

When he saw the two of them coming, he said hello to Song Chunhong first, then called Wu Yuan directly and said: "Xiao Yuan, come here and sit down, I'm going to die of suffocation alone!"

Without waiting for Wu Yuan's response, Jia Xunzi rushed the lead: "Oh, the old village chief, am I not a human?"

Song Chunhong said hello, got in the car and left.

Wu Yuan happily walked over to Lao Xu and squatted with him next to Jia Laozi's canteen.

By the way, he walked over and said, "Uncle Xu, what's wrong with you?"

 Lao Xu took Hua Zi on his head and looked at the sky: "Tomorrow is Grain Rain, can the excavator come?"

Wu Yuan said without hesitation: "I can come if I am appointed, don't worry."

 Lao Xu Tou felt a little relieved. He took Huazi, knocked on the cigarette case and said, "I don't know what's going on with Lao Yang Tou?"

　　Wu Yuan picked up the lighter and handed it over and said, "You have been partners for many years. Don't you still feel reassured when Dad is doing things?"

 Lao Xu nodded to Hua Zi, took a long breath, and puffed out smoke: "We were young before! Now we are all old, and now it is the world of you young people."