Rebirth of the Flying Era

Du Fei's attitude made Sun Qiang somewhat unexpected.

Although Sun Qiang came this time, he brought money tickets worth thousands of yuan, but in his opinion, it still couldn't be changed. It was his father who bullied others and took Du Fei's place to take over from the factory.

Although 1,000 yuan is a lot, it is far from worth the state-owned regular workers in the steel mill. As long as he works in the factory until he is 30 years old, his annual salary and various benefits will definitely exceed 1,000 yuan.

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

"You sit down first, the newly bought jasmine high broken." Du Fei took the thermos bottle, heated the cups, opened the tea bags on the table, and squeezed a cup.

At this time, ordinary people don't pay much attention to drinking tea, especially high-soil tea, and they don't like to wash the tea. If you pour the first brew, the taste will be weak the second time.

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

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

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

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

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

This letter of introduction should have been prepared long ago, otherwise, no matter how strong Director Sun's relationship is, it would be impossible to get it out overnight.

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

Because it is a temporary worker, it does not occupy the cadre status and does 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 operation.

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

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

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

"Come on, then go slowly, we'll talk later when we have time." Du Fei sent Sun Qiang away with a smile, but frowned tightly when he returned to the house.

Open the envelope first and check the money inside.

Sure enough.

Five hundred dollars is a brand-new Great Unity, the bicycle ticket is a permanent 28 plus weight, and the radio ticket is a Shanghai 132 type.

But at this moment, Du Fei had no time to look at it, so he directly put it into the portable space, stared at the letter of introduction, and his mind was racing.

This time, when Sun Qiang was asked to deliver things, Director Sun simply didn't show up, and he had already made it clear that the matter ended here, and the money and goods were settled by both parties, and it was even more impossible to send Du Fei to the street office to report tomorrow.

For this result, Du Fei had expected it a long time ago. Director Sun is not his own father, so he has no obligation to protect him step by step.

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

If you are really like Lengtouqing, you will report by yourself with a letter of introduction, although there will be no problem, but you will be exposed.

In a place like the Sub-district Office, there is no way to hide secrets. No matter whether it is a formal staff or a temporary worker, everyone knows what background they have and who they rely on.

If Du Fei reported for duty on the first day, Director Sun said nothing, just declared in a disguised form that he had nothing to do with Du Fei, which would definitely put Du Fei in an embarrassing situation and reduce him to the bottom of the food chain in the street office.

"This is impossible! Go to the street to do it, but you can't be a doormat." Du Fei gritted his teeth secretly, thinking about how to break the situation.

Subconsciously, he was the first to think of Grandpa and Grandpa.

The uncle's status as an eighth-level fitter, his relationship with Director Sun, and being an uncle in the courtyard, sending Du Fei to the street office can barely represent Director Sun.

What's more, because of Director Sun before, the elder brother has fallen into Du Fei's hands.

Du Fei believes that as long as he asks, the uncle will not refuse to send him to report.

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

Besides, once he finds the uncle, it is tantamount to telling Director Sun that he is at the end of his rope, has no other connections, and has no other options.

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 person is called Chen Zhongyuan. In the memory of the original owner, the impression of this person 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 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 the whole time. 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 didn't know whether the third uncle, who hadn't been in contact with him for more than ten years, could help.

But it didn't stop him from coming to the door to give it a try.

Even if it doesn'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'm going to report to the street office tomorrow, and Chen Zhongyuan must go there tonight." Du Fei thought silently.

Hurry up and go out to the supply and marketing cooperative.

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

The first time I went to visit the third uncle, I definitely couldn't go empty-handed, and I always brought some gifts.

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

When I came to the door at this time, and I was catching up with others for dinner, it was inevitable that both parties would be embarrassed, and some things were hard to say.

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

The water in the big basin turned black, but after washing the cotton, it showed some white.

The pretty widow was very excited to wash, saw Du Fei, and hurriedly called to him: "Hey, Xiao Du, come down."

Du Fei's hands were empty, and he threw everything into the space. He came to Widow Qin and took a look at the black water in the basin, feeling a little embarrassed.

Widow Qin didn't take it seriously, she continued to wash the cotton, and raised her chin to the side: "The cotton is not bad, after washing it, it's like a new one. But those cloth covers are all bad, you can still see it No?"

Du Fei looked at the rags piled up beside him, they were all just removed by Widow Qin.

He reached out to pick up a piece and pulled it. Before he was too hard, he stabbed and tore a big hole.

Only then did Du Fei realize that he had taken it for granted.

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

"It's okay." 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 later."

Du Fei's open attitude made the pretty widow feel a little sorry, she opened her mouth, but hesitated to speak.

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