Rebirth as an official

"Ah, we have a visitor." After the young man complained, he found a stranger sitting in the yard.

"Er Niu, you are traveling to our village. Please say hello." The aunt's voice came from the kitchen.

"Guest, is your camera from a foreign country?" Erniu asked curiously, looking at Song Shaoping's camera on the ground on his right.

"You like it too, do you want to give it a try?" Song Shaoping saw the young man was very interested and said with a smile.

The camera in his hand is Canon EOS5D, the latest digital camera that the newspaper just issued to him this year.

"Is it okay?" Erniu rubbed his hands, a little eager to try.

"What's the matter? I'll teach you." Song Shaoping waved to Er Niu.

Erniu carefully picked up the camera and looked at it, "Yeah, I went to work on the construction site in the county town the year before last. Our manager also had a camera like this. He didn't let anyone touch it. He was very stingy."

"You worked on a construction site." When Song Shaoping heard Er Niu's words, he immediately cheered up and quietly opened the recorder in his pocket.

"Hey, don't carry the bag. I've worked hard for a year and still haven't gotten any money." Erniu said depressedly.

"What's going on? Let me tell you." Song Shaoping continued to ask.

"That bastard Wu Wangtian said at the beginning of last year that there was a shortage of people on the construction site, and he offered 800 yuan a month..." Erniu began to complain loudly, and the content was similar to what he heard from Yang Mengmeng.

"Is this what you said when you came back?" Song Shaoping said this while teaching Erniu how to use the camera.

"I'm so angry. Yesterday I held a meeting and said that my wages would be settled. When I asked today, I was told that I would only give [-]% of my wages. Isn't this bullying? Wu Wangtian, the bastard, will not die well." Erniu said this. Don’t forget to continue the previous sentence.

"Er Niu, Bao Huse (said), that's the village party secretary." The aunt came out with two glasses of water at this time, while Zhou Xing was holding a stool behind.

"What's wrong with the village party secretary? He knows how to bully us with foreign surnames." Erniu said angrily.

"Drink water, don't listen to my kid's nonsense." The aunt glared at Er Niu angrily.

"Thank you, aunt." Song Shaoping took the cup and took a sip. The water had a hint of sweetness and was indeed better than mineral water.

The aunt scolded Er Niu a few more times and asked him to greet the guests well while she went to feed the pigs.

Seeing his aunt leaving, Song Shaoping took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed one to Erniu, then lit it himself. As the saying goes, cigarettes are the best medium for men to communicate.

Erniu took the cigarette and saw that it was King Furong. He put it behind his ears and was reluctant to smoke. He took out a pack of red plums that cost him two yuan.

"Take this pack and smoke it. I usually smoke less." Song Shaoping couldn't bear to see the young man's action and stuffed the whole pack into Erniu's hand.

"How embarrassing." Erniu quickly refused.

"What's the point? We're bothering you here for a long time, why not smoke a cigarette." Song Shaoping said with a smile, and then continued to talk.

"Is your village party secretary usually very domineering?"

Erniu took Song Shaoping's good cigarettes and thought he had opened up the conversation, talking about Wu Wangtian's past.

Song Shaoping frowned more and more as he listened, and couldn't help but said: "Can no one take care of it?"

"What the hell, half of the people in the village are surnamed Wu, and his brother is still the leader of the township. When old party secretary Liu was here, our lives were a little easier. Since Wu Wangtian joined the village as party secretary, life for those of us with foreign surnames has been difficult. "After Er Niu finished speaking, he took a nice sip from the Furong King in his hand.

"Er Niu, Er Niu." A fat young man ran over not far away. He looked about the same age as Er Niu.

"Mudun, what's wrong?" Erniu asked when he saw the young man running.

"Er Niu, have you heard that Liu Renyu was beaten by Wu Sheng." The man named Mu Dun said breathlessly.

"Ah, why? Isn't he Liu Changfa's son?" Erniu became curious.

"I heard that Liu Changfa said that he would receive [-]% of the IOUs in our hands, and then Wu Sheng led his people to the door. As a result, he had a conflict with Liu Renyu and beat him up." Mu Dun breathed out. Tell me everything you know.

"It doesn't matter if you want him or not." Song Shaoping became concerned.

He and Yang Mengmeng knew everything about Li An's plan, so they were particularly concerned about being beaten for doing things for the common people.

"Who are you?" Mu Dun looked at Song Shaoping curiously.

"Tell me about this guest in my house." Erniu was also very concerned. Although he didn't have much contact with Liu Renyu, he was a very good person.

"I heard it was okay, the injury was not serious, but after Wu Sheng beat the man, he said that anyone who dared to sell the IOU to the Liu family would be in trouble with the Wu family." Mudun said gloomily.

"Is there any more law here? You should go to the police."

Zhou Xing, who was sitting on the side, couldn't stand it anymore and stood up immediately.

"Zhou Xing, sit down." Song Shaoping glared at Zhou Xing and said to Erniu: "I think we should trust the government. You can wait and see."

After Song Shaoping finished speaking, he stood up, put on his hiking bag and said, "Er Niu, thank you for the water. Say hello to auntie for me. Let's go first."

Erniu watched Song Shaoping and the others leave, and said somewhat strangely: "Why don't these two people look like ordinary tourists?"

"What's so strange? Let's think about what to do with the IOUs in our hands." Mudun said with some frustration.

"It really doesn't work, just wait and see as that person said." Erniu murmured to himself.

"Ah, there are still 50 yuan here." Mudun saw a green banknote placed on the stool where Song Shaoping was sitting just now.

Walking on the road in the village, Zhou Xing felt a little heavy, but at this time he also regained his composure.

He said with some confusion: "This village party secretary is crazy about money. He threatens the villagers so blatantly."

Song Shaoping said: "Don't just take it at face value. Wu Wangtian not only lost money when Liu Changfa accepted the IOU, but on the other hand, the IOU was evidence of corruption by him and his brother."

"Why is it evidence?" Zhou Xing was a little confused.

"If Wu Wangtian and his brother really have an affair with the construction company, when the government starts sorting out the issue of arrears of wages to migrant workers in the future, as long as Liu Changfa holds the IOU, and based on the testimony of the villagers, the matter between him and his brother It will definitely be exposed." Song Shaoping explained.

"Just an IOU doesn't mean they colluded with the developer." Zhou Xing still didn't understand.

"Some things, as long as there is a breakthrough, all the evidence is easy to explain. You will understand slowly when you are young." Song Shaoping smiled and did not explain too much.

Song Shaoping and Zhou Xing spent a whole day in Fuqiang Village and visited more than a dozen farmers. After basically understanding the situation, they returned to the village.

They were able to ride on motorcycles when they came here, but when they went back they had to ride on a tractor that went down the mountain to carry goods. They bumped all the way back to the countryside. As a result, they were almost falling apart when they got off the car.

"Brother Song, what should we do next? Ugh~" Before Zhou Xing could finish his words, he started to vomit again. He had never been motion sick and was very sick of "tractor".

Song Shaoping handed him a bottle of mineral water distressedly and said: "We rushed back to Linjiang overnight. I am very curious about how the cadre named Li An got the villagers' wages back."

At nine o'clock in the evening, Song Shaoping and Zhou Xing arrived in Linjiang City after driving for two hours.

However, Zhou Xing seemed to have not fully recovered from his tractor-sick state along the way.

His face was pale and he walked a little shaky, like a frail scholar who was frail and sick.

Vienna Hotel, sixth floor, room 6010.

"Reporter Song, you have worked hard all the way. Thank you for your willingness to seek justice for the villagers." Li An enthusiastically shook Song Shaoping's hand.

If you follow the way of socializing with ordinary people, you will usually address people by their job titles, and the more senior the title, the better.

Song Shaoping should be called director, but Li An knew that he disliked these frivolous things the most, and liked people to call him reporter the most, without any prefix.

"Hello Li An, as journalists, this is what we should do." Song Shaoping shook hands with Li An and looked at the young man in front of him.

Not hypocritical, not too polite, and a pretty nice young man. Ang Lee made a good first impression on Song Shaoping.

"We don't need to waste time, Li An, tell us your plan." Song Shaoping said directly after sitting down.

Li An knew that he liked to be straightforward when doing things, so he was not too polite and said: "I am going to go directly to Cao Yaozu, the boss of Zhanda Company, to negotiate."

"Hey, isn't the boss of Zhanda Company Su Pengfei?" Xu Kai wondered.

During the day of waiting, Li An and others were not idle.

As a local snake in Lin Jiang, Wang Xi naturally found out about the situation of "Zhanda Construction Engineering Co., Ltd.". The legal person of this company is a person named Su Pengfei.

"Haha, how could the boss of a big company become a legal person? Isn't that asking for trouble? That Su Pengfei is his nephew, and he is the boss behind the scenes." Li An said, he knew the company's operations very well.

When Wang Xi told Li An the information he had learned, after hearing the name Su Pengfei, the name of an old acquaintance, Cao Yaozu, instantly appeared in his mind.