When Liu Min heard the noise, she looked up and saw it was Li Ji. She immediately smiled and said, "President Li, is it the gust of wind that brought you here? You are a busy man! I haven't seen you since I became the president. Come to the office."
Li Ji felt a little uncomfortable and said with a sad face: "Secretary Liu, how do you know the sufferings of the grassroots people? They are as busy as a dog all day long. It's not like you, sitting in this office, lifting your legs, drinking tea, Read the newspaper and feel as comfortable as a god..."
"You're just raising your leg!...You can't spit out ivory from your dog's mouth." Liu Min curled her mouth and smiled like a begonia flower, "You curse in a roundabout way, thinking I can't listen. Come out."
"With all my conscience, how dare I?"
Li Ji shrank his neck and repeatedly held up his hands to beg for mercy, which made Xiao Gong couldn't help but laugh.
"Okay, stop talking so much, I know you won't come if you are fine," Liu Min squinted and put the folder aside, "Tell me, what are your instructions?"
Li Ji glanced at Xiao Gong.
"Secretary Liu, it's like this," Xiao Gong understood and hurried forward, "Mr. Chen asked me to accompany President Li to review his test papers."
"Test paper? What test paper?"
Liu Min was stunned and looked at Li Ji.
"It's the paper from the last credit center exam," Xiao Gong replied, "Isn't it that after the scores were tallied, they were all stored in the office."
"Oh, that's what you were talking about," Liu Min understood. "They were all taken to the printing factory."
"Drop him to the printing factory?" Li Ji was surprised, "Drop him to the printing factory for what?"
"Selling waste paper." Liu Min rolled her eyes at Li Ji, "The Municipal Archives Bureau will come to inspect it in a few days. We will organize the archives and clear out all the waste newspapers, old magazines, and other random things."
Seeing that Li Ji was still dazed, Liu Min added: "Those test papers are in the way. I asked people from the credit department to take them away. They said that they had finished the test and were of no use. They just asked me to deal with them. So." , I’ll just sell it as scrap paper.”
"Oh," Li Ji stamped his foot, "It's over now!"
"What are you so anxious about? What's going on?"
Liu Min looked confused.
"Auntie, my answer sheet is inside!"
Li Ji was about to cry.
"If you don't tell me, how would I know?" Liu Min said innocently, "The people in the credit department said it was useless..."
"When was it sold?"
"As soon as I got to work today," Liu Min nodded, "there were a lot of newspapers, magazines, and waste paper. We took our own cars to the printing factory."
"How long have you been gone?"
Li Ji asked hurriedly.
"It's less than ten minutes," Liu Min looked at his watch, "Just when you entered the house, Master Lu just left..."
"Let's go and chase him!"
Before Liu Min could finish her words, Li Ji pulled Xiao Gong's sleeves and rushed out with a lunge. Xiao Gong was stunned for a moment, hesitated a little, and then followed out.
The two came downstairs and asked the security guard. The security guard also said that the car had just left and it would take up to fifteen minutes.
Fengcheng City Printing Factory is located in the western suburbs of the city, more than 20 miles away from the city, which is only a 20-30 minute drive.
Li Ji was very anxious.
Maybe the car has arrived now, and those scrap newspapers, old magazines, torn cardboard boxes, waste paper, etc. are probably lying there, waiting to be mashed into pulp.
He rushed to the road and stopped a taxi with his hand.
The taxi had picked up passengers and had just slowed down at the intersection in front of the building and had not yet stopped. Li Ji had already stepped forward, opened the car door, and shouted at the driver: "Master, go to the printing shop!"
The passenger in the car was a middle-aged woman. She paid the fare and was about to get off when Li Ji suddenly opened the door and dragged her out.
She stood on the roadside with a confused look on her face. She looked at Li Ji and was too scared to say anything.
"Xiao Gong, come up quickly!"
Li Ji didn't care much. He pulled Xiao Gong into the car, leaned forward, closed the door with his hand, and shouted to the driver again: "Master, printing house, hurry up!"
The driver looked confused and didn't know what was going on. Looking at Li Ji's anxious look, he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He put the car into gear and kicked the accelerator, and the car rushed out.
Li Ji held on to the back of the seat in front of him with both hands, sweat breaking out on his head.
"Master, hurry up!...Hurry up!"
The driver glanced at Li Ji in the rearview mirror, but without stopping, he pushed the gear forward and put more pressure on his feet; the car roared, the body trembled twice, and it sped forward.
Fortunately, it was not a traffic rush hour, there were fewer vehicles on the road, and the driver was familiar with the road and drove fast. Under Li Ji's constant urging, the driver even ran through several red lights.
In less than fifteen minutes, the car arrived in front of the city printing factory.
Li Ji threw a hundred-yuan note onto the front seat: "Master, there's no need to look for it!" After that, he opened the car door and jumped out.
The driver turned around and was about to ask for the fine for running a red light. When he saw Li Ji drop a hundred yuan, he couldn't help but be overjoyed.
He grabbed it, flicked it a few times with his fingers, stuffed it into his pocket, turned the car around, and left with a happy face.
Li Ji took Xiao Gong's hand, and the two of them ran all the way to the reception room at the door.
Li Ji didn't bother to wipe his sweat, and asked the security guard standing there breathlessly: "Master, where did you see the gray 'Dongfeng' pickup truck go?"
"Dongfeng pickup truck?" The security guard was stunned and turned to look at his companions in the room. "Did you see a Dongfeng pickup truck going in?"
Another security guard stood up and glanced at Li Ji through the glass, "I was here early in the morning and didn't see any Dongfeng pickup trucks."
"Master, it's gray, and there's a 'Construction Bank' logo on the door..."
Li Ji stepped forward and gestured.
"Construction Bank?"
The security guard from earlier squinted his eyes, rubbed his head and thought for a moment, then shook his head and said with absolute certainty: "No, absolutely not."
Where did this pickup truck go? Did he change direction halfway and go to another printing factory?
Li Ji's legs suddenly became weak and he almost knelt on the ground.
Looking at the security guard's expression, he didn't look like he was lying. Li Ji held his knees and slowly straightened up, breathing heavily.
Damn it, it's over now.
Li Ji was so disheartened that he even wanted to die.
He spread his hands helplessly towards Xiao Gong and said feebly: "Forget it, let's go back..."
Just as he was about to turn his head, there was suddenly a rapid sound of a horn behind him.
drop!
Didi! !
Didi didi! ! !
...
The sound of the trumpet approached, getting louder and louder, as if urging someone to die.
Are you rushing to reincarnate your grandma?
Li Jizheng was filled with evil fire, and he suddenly became angry. He thought to himself, I'm just blocking your way, so what?
He turned around angrily and glared fiercely at the approaching car.
In an instant, Li Ji's eyes widened:
Oh my god, isn’t this that pickup truck from Shixing?
