Chapter 662 He Fangli 2
Fang Dahu suppressed his excitement and said sincerely, "Lao He, I won't thank you anymore. There are at least 200 temporary jobs out there, and I can't ruin the market. I'll send you the money later."
He Daqing waved his hand and said, "Lao Fang, please don't mention money. This is my normal work arrangement. The canteen of the Security Department Training Base needs staff. I'm sure you all know that the Security Department Training Base will never hire ordinary people nowadays. At least they have to have no problems with the political review. We are also acquaintances who know each other well, and my sister-in-law and the eldest daughter of the Jiang family just need it, so I gave it to you. In addition, I am now striving to join the party, so please don't cause trouble for me at this time."
Li Botao shook his head at Fang Dahu who was about to speak: "Old Fang, it seems that our Director He is about to be promoted. Don't mention the money. Also, don't admit to others that the job quota was given by Old He."
He Daqing said nonchalantly, "Even if Lao Fang doesn't admit it, those demons and monsters in our courtyard are not stupid. They will guess that it was me who gave them the job quota. It doesn't matter. People still pay attention to the closeness between people. What's more, those crooked people in their family can't pass the political review. I have repeatedly reminded these guys at the general meeting of the whole courtyard before that if they work hard in the street office and get a job quota, the street office will give priority to them. But these guys don't know how to cherish this rare opportunity. They are so cunning and have the nerve to ask me to find Secretary Zhou for them. They are so thick-skinned that even a needle can't pierce them. Besides, who do they care about the quota for temporary workers in the cafeteria of the Security Department Training Base? At most, they will talk about it behind my back, but don't let me hear it, otherwise they will be uncomfortable in the future."
As he spoke, He Daqing took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Fang Dahu. Then he glanced at Li Botao and lowered his voice: "You two, remember what I am going to say next, but don't tell anyone, including your wife and children at home. When I was delivering food to the leader today, the leader was on the phone. I only heard a few words and then left. The specific content cannot be disclosed. I just want to remind you that if you have food coupons at home, hurry up to buy food. In addition, you can buy as much food as possible at the pigeon market, but don't attract other people's attention."
Hearing He Daqing's words, Li Botao and Fang Dahu immediately stopped smiling. It was obvious that the leader He Daqing was referring to must be the young consultant Lin. The information overheard from such a big shot should definitely be considered confidential. And from He Daqing's ambiguous words just now, it seemed that he wanted them to hurry up and buy food, and not just the supply share on the food certificate, but also buy some expensive food at the pigeon market.
Fang Dahu and Li Botao were not stupid, and both had experienced the Great Famine, so they were secretly frightened.
Li Botao lowered his voice and said, "Old He, I've seen newspapers announcing a bumper harvest of grain across the country this year, and many places have yields of tens of thousands of catties per mu. How could there be a famine?"
Fang Dahu worked as a blacksmith. Apart from swinging a sledgehammer in the workshop every day, he would try to rest as much as possible when he had some free time. Therefore, he did not pay too much attention to these things, let alone read the newspaper. Now, after hearing what Li Botao said, he could not help but said in surprise: "What? Ten thousand catties of grain per mu? Are you kidding? I have been farming for several years. The per mu yield of corn here is only 400 to 500 catties, and wheat is about 300 catties. Even if we grow sweet potatoes, it is only more than 1,000 catties. What kind of land can grow tens of thousands of catties of grain?"
He Daqing sighed softly, "I've also read the newspapers. I know this is unlikely. These major events are too far away from us, so don't discuss them privately. The reason I reminded you is that I think we have a good relationship. I can't say anything more. Anyway, if you believe me, hurry up and buy food."
Li Botao waved his hand at Fang Dahu who was about to open his mouth to speak: "Okay, Lao He, let's stop being polite. Let's just live our own lives from now on. As for what's happening in the courtyard, let's stay as far away from it as possible. It's getting late, let's go back."
After seeing Fang Dahu and Li Botao off, He Daqing cleaned the house and couldn't help but sigh secretly. It was really inconvenient to have no caring woman at home. However, it is said that every failure makes one wiser. After what happened with the White Widow, He Daqing really grew his brain. Although men all like beautiful women, one can only judge a person by his appearance. Who can guarantee that the other person doesn't have other intentions?
Especially after He Daqing came into contact with many leaders at the Security Department training base, he unknowingly increased his knowledge and vision. Now looking back, when the White Widow approached him, she was planning to bring him back to Baocheng to recruit gang members. At that time, he only had eyes for the beauty of that woman. He was simply obsessed with her and did not notice some obvious flaws. Thanks to Consultant Lin's reminder, otherwise not only would he fall into the calculation of that woman, but even his two children would be calculated by Yi Zhonghai. Although Zhuzi could get by with the protection of the deaf old lady, Yushui, who is so young, would probably suffer. Besides, the deaf old lady is old after all. How many years can she protect him?
He Daqing shook his head with a wry smile, washed up, and went to bed to rest.
In the side room of the Jiang family in the backyard, the whole family was sitting around the dining table. Jiang Cai'e, the eldest daughter of the Jiang family, was looking at a letter of introduction in her hand with the official seal of the Security Department with some excitement, her face full of disbelief.
You know, since graduating from junior high school, Jiang Cai'e has often gone to the street office to inquire about recruitment information, but unfortunately she always returned disappointed. In order to subsidize her family, she could only get some odd jobs such as sticking paper boxes from the neighborhood committee. However, even such odd jobs were not always available, so she could only earn seven or eight yuan a month at most.
Jiang Cai'e's mother Qu Feng looked at her mother-in-law in embarrassment: "Mom, we only have less than 140 yuan at home, but I've inquired and found that a temporary worker outside earns at least 200 yuan. What do you think we should do?"
Aunt Jiang smiled and said, "The Qing Dynasty doesn't want money. When the old lady gave me the letter of introduction, she said that there are only two places, one for Fang Dahu's family, and the other for our Cai'e. Okay, I will do my best to take good care of the old lady in the future."