Chapter 7 What’s the point of selling?

Style: Romance Author: Southern Coconut BayWords: 2121Update Time: 24/02/20 14:39:23
Dong Jinshan asked doubtfully, "Are you not the owner of this room?"

"yes!"

"You are the owner of this house, so why do you deny that your name is Zhou Yunzhen?" Ma Xiaole said angrily.

"Because I'm not."

Dong Jinshan, director of the Supervision Office, suddenly realized, "You are half the owner of this house, right? Or maybe you and Zhou Yunzhen are both the owners of this house, and you live here with him, right?"

"yes."

"May I have your name?"

"My name is Zhou Duancheng."

"It was a misunderstanding. But?" Dong Jinshan, director of the Supervision Office, finally understood the truth of the matter.

"But what?"

"However, this matter is also related to you."

"What does it have to do with me?" Zhou Duancheng was a little nervous. During the assignment, he witnessed Zhou Yunzhen making a scene at the meeting. The political commissar announced the punishment of Zhou Yunzhen's three-day confinement. Zhou Duancheng was also present to hear it.

How did you get involved with him? Just because we are roommates, isn't this an implication policy?

"Director Dong, Zhou Yunzhen and I have actually known each other not long ago, and we were strangers before. I didn't hear about his affairs in advance, and I didn't know anything about him beforehand. As the saying goes, if one person commits a crime, the other person will be punished. Are we still doing the feudal society thing now? ?”

Dong Jinshan, director of the Supervision Office, saw his nervous look and couldn't help but joked: "Brothers are kissing each other, breaking bones and connecting tendons. How do you say there is no connection?"

"I, he and I are not brothers." Zhou Duancheng was anxious and hurriedly defended.

"Hehehe, what's your last name?"

"My surname is Zhou! Is there any problem?" Zhou Duancheng didn't understand what he meant.

"Your surname is Zhou, what's his surname?"

"He, his surname is also Zhou."

"Isn't this right?"

"What's right?"

"As the saying goes, you can't write two weeks in one stroke. You have been a family for five hundred years, how can we not be related?"

Director of the Supervision Office Dong Jinshan held his breath and said seriously.

"This? What's the point of trying to incriminate someone? This is an unwarranted implication. I don't accept your testimony. It's too far-fetched!" Zhou Duancheng was sullen and his anger was rising.

"Haha, really? If you listen to what I say, you won't be like this, and you will even thank me."

Zhou Duancheng was startled, what does this mean? What's the deal? It's so mysterious, "Director Dong, you kicked me, why should I thank you?"

"Did I kick you?"

"No, but your words are worse than kicking me. A kind word warms me for three winters, but a bad word hurts me for six months."

Dong Jinshan, director of the Supervision Office, laughed and said, "It's a bit of a personality. It's the bad temper of an intellectual."

At this point, Dong Jinshan changed the subject, "You haven't assigned it yet, right?"

"No, don't you know the reason? Our assigned tasks will be postponed for one month and the training will be extended for one month." Zhou Duancheng said frustrated.

"Isn't this a good thing? You get paid by the state to exercise your body, but you have to pay for it yourself when you go to the gym."

"You said it lightly. What is the weather like now? Under the scorching sun and heat, the back of the clothes is soaked with sweat, and several layers of skin are peeling off. This is the next best thing, but?" Zhou Duancheng has a wilted head and a droopy head, like a cucumber beaten by frost. .

"Just what?"

Zhou Duancheng sighed and said: "It's just that I still have urgent matters at home waiting for me to go back to deal with. Now it's all yellow. Who dares to ask for leave during the extra training? Isn't that making you uncomfortable? A hat of 'escape from training' is enough It’s enough to put people in another book.”

"And in the end, they were sent to the provincial labor reform bureau's police training base to participate in a three-month supplementary training until they passed the test. During the supplementary training period, only living allowances were paid, and no wages were paid."

"You have something urgent at home, can you tell me?"

"This?" Zhou Duancheng was at a loss for words.

It's true that his family is in a hurry, but he hasn't brought it to the table yet, and he's too embarrassed to talk about it.

The real situation is that Zhou Duancheng's family introduced him to a partner, and they have made an appointment with him to meet tomorrow. It is expected that if the appointment goes smoothly, he can make a request as soon as he arrives at the work, saying that it is to handle private matters, and there will be no objection.

But now all his plans have been disrupted, all thanks to Zhou Yunzhen, they have all been disrupted by him.

I come from a rural area with difficult living conditions. Now someone has introduced me to a girl in the city who has a good job. She is pretty and sweet, definitely not bad. I have seen her photos.

This is the smoke coming out of the ancestral graves and burning incense for eight lifetimes. How can we miss it?

And once the date is broken, what will the woman think?

People are just trying to be low, but they are not trying to climb high. If you leave this village, there won’t be any shops? A girl with a stable job and beautiful appearance is always pursued by people wherever she goes.

If he was going to the training camp, he would definitely not be able to fulfill the contract and the meeting would definitely be a fight. He could even imagine seeing the other party's pretty face blushing and becoming angry from embarrassment.

Is there anything more frustrating and frustrating than ending before it even begins?

Seeing that Zhou Duancheng looked embarrassed, Dong Jinshan, director of the Supervision Office, did not ask any more questions. It was meaningless for Dong Jinshan to get to the bottom of things. This was not his focus.

"Do you want to have three days off?"

"Ah?" Zhou Duancheng was secretly surprised, are you the roundworm in my stomach? Just say whatever I think?

Zhou Duancheng replied without thinking: "I thought so much. I only need three days, and my difficulties, no, my problems will be solved. Then I will be grateful to you, Director Dong, for the rest of my life. But?"

"But what?" Dong Jinshan asked.

"But aren't you making fun of me?"

"Not really." Dong Jinshan replied.

"Really? Isn't this just making fun of my poverty? Isn't this making fun of me? Without the approval of the detachment leader, you are just a trivial..."

Zhou Duancheng immediately realized that he had spoken carelessly and that his words were a bit disrespectful. He was afraid that Dong Jinshan, the director of the Supervision Office, would feel uncomfortable, so he immediately changed his words and said, "No, what I mean is that your current position is not enough for me to get what I want."

Unexpectedly, Dong Jinshan didn't care about Zhou Duancheng's words, but said: "On the contrary, I can make you get what you want. Although I don't know what urgent matters you have to do."

"How can I get what I want?" Zhou Duancheng questioned.

"It's very simple. What does our detachment's inspection room do?"

"Rectify the situation, investigate and deal with disciplinary cases, and transfer criminal cases to the prosecutor's office."

"Well, it's not bad. That's what gives me the confidence to speak." Dong Jinshan replied.

"Does this have anything to do with me taking three days off?"

"There is an inevitable internal connection."

"I'd like to hear the details!" Zhou Duancheng's head turned into a ball of mush, and he didn't understand what was going on. Is this completely irrelevant?

Approving vacations and investigating cases in the Supervision Office are completely different things. Is Dong Jinshan, the director of the Supervision Office, probably out of his mind? Or maybe I drank too much last night and talked nonsense.

But he doesn't smell of alcohol?