Du Limei moved into the village committee and made an empty house.

It was noon when Boss Du came here.

Song Qingyun just went to Huang Ming's house to have a meal and come back to take a nap to digest food. He said that it was not accurate to eat, and he bought the dishes.

Lao Huang’s cooking skills are really great. For that meal, Song Qingyun would rather bear Huang Erwa’s rolling eyes.

Just as he stared at him, Wan Xinke outside said with a loud voice: "Boss Du, are you going to move in? The house has been cleaned for two days and has not come. I think you dislike the conditions here for the simplicity."

Du Limei: "Where can it be? It's really good. Village Chief Liu can help solve the accommodation problem. I can't even thank you for it. How can I still feel sorry for it? Actually, I really don't care much about it. When I was tired of working, I just found a construction floor house and went in and rested for a night. This person can't be too pretentious."

Wan Xinke: "Boss Du, you have worked in projects before."

"That's right, I started my business in construction." After putting down my luggage, Du Limei started to buzz, saying that in the 1990s, he built a dump truck to run on the construction site. The truck was rented, and the quality was ridiculously poor. He had to repair it for two days of work.

After a month, not only did I not make money, but I also lost money to repair and have money.

When he saw that this would not work, he returned the truck to the original owner. He was unwilling to wash his hands and refused to do it, so he went back to his hometown to make an appointment with a few brother-in-law and cousins ​​to take care of the project department.

Over the years, I have made a lot of money.

To this day, there are ten houses and two stores in the provincial capital.

Wan Xinke took a breath and said, Boss Du, your strength is really strong. In this way, it can be at least hundreds of millions of assets.

"It's still a little bit, it's still a little bit." Durimei was modest.

Excessive modesty is pride, and there is inevitably something to show off in his tone.

Song Qingyun was amused and thought to himself: Du Limei can really make a fool of herself, and she can deceive Wan Xinke. Judging from his situation, it seems that she is not doing well. This is understandable. The people in the provincial capital like to fake beating.

Fake beating is a local saying, which means bragging.

Because this province is an underdeveloped province in the southwest, the people are simple and upright, but the provincial capital is exceptional. Because of its developed business and people like to talk big, they are famously unreliable. If you go to a street teahouse, you can hear a lot of tea shops talking about more than one million business. That was more than ten years ago, and now it is estimated that it starts at tens of millions.

An old artist in the province named Uncle Li created a series of storytellings with this, which was very popular among the audience.

Song Qingyun knew that Du Limi's economic strength was not as strong as he boasted about, and he might be embarrassed.

There are ten houses and two stores in the provincial capital?

Are you kidding?

Not to mention the two storefronts, you can charge 50,000 or 60,000 yuan a month for ten houses. If you really have this foundation, you still have to go to this valley to buy small business such as stone frogs. You are almost 60 years old, are you unhappy when you drink tea and play cards at home to carry a cage and hold a bird?

Song Qingyun disagreed with this person.

But Liu Yonghua and the village committee took out an empty house for Boss Du to live in, and Song Qingyun had no objection. Anyway, the house was empty and it was empty, and Du Limi agreed to take care of the monthly water and electricity bills.

Even if Du Limei is just a cowhide, it doesn’t matter. She should buy a horse bone with a fortune! The comrades in the village are eager to attract investment and change their poverty.

Wan Xinke exaggeratedly: "It's almost a billionaire, I finally saw that I was alive today."

Du Limei: "Sister Wan, what do you think billionaires should look like? What is the difference between me and ordinary people?"

"Nothing is different, it's just a nose and mouth. Your belly is a little bigger... Hey, it's too big, like a toad." At this point, Wan Xinke laughed violently.

Du Limei was a little embarrassed: "Sister Wan, you are so funny. Actually, I came here to live mainly to have more contact with Secretary Song and make friends."

Wan Xinke suddenly became a little wary: "When contacting Secretary Song, Boss Du, you can't have bad intentions to win over and corrupt state cadres. Our Secretary Song has a long-term future, and you who do business are very bad, so you can't affect others."

Du Limei: "Where are there, Secretary Song and I have no business dealings. I am simply impressed by his personal charm and noble character. I want to learn from him."

"That's right, our Secretary Song is a real gentleman." Wan Xinke was very proud.

Du Limei was a businessman and very eloquent. She immediately followed her tone: "That's that's it, Secretary Song is gentle and gentle, gentle and noble, not to mention his work ability. Just talk about his first-class and strong. Do you know what everyone said about Widow Luo this time?"

Wan Xinke asked: "What do you say?"

Du Limeidao everyone said that she thought Song Qingyun was so young and was a scholar. When she encountered a headless lawsuit like Widow Luo was thrown into a stone, she would definitely be blind. According to the normal investigation methods in the village, she would definitely arrest all the suspects first and ask them one by one. She had to use tough measures. Isn’t this what Secretary Zhenxin did?

Unexpectedly, Song Qingyun actually installed a camera and took pictures of the prisoner. This is a stern proof.

Fortunately, Song Qingyun did not work in the public security, procuratorial and judicial system. If he went there, he would become a generation of detectives in the future...

All of my words were praise.

Wan Xinke was overjoyed when he heard this: "That's it, that's our Secretary Song is Bao Zheng Di Renjie. Boss Du, you live in a reasonable place. If you want something in the future, you can get it here."

Durimei thanked her for being grateful and sent her with another high hat.

Song Qingyun was completely sleepy when she heard this, and couldn't help but shake her head. Du Limei was really good at bragging, and she gave her all the good words to everyone she saw, but it was still unpleasant.

How could such a personal spirit be like this now? It's strange.

In this way, Du Limei lived in an empty house in the village committee. He was elusive on weekdays and wandered around the village and the mountains. He chatted with the villagers and set up a dragon gate formation. He said a lot of poems, and he looked like a scholar doing social investigations.

As for the food issue, he made a meal at Wanxin Hakka, and the food cost was doubled. Every time he ate a chopstick dish, he praised Aunt Wan's dishes for being a dragon's liver and phoenix marrow, which made Wanxinke want to start a business and open a restaurant to make money.

Boss Du actually has a good character. After becoming a neighbor with Song Qingyun, he would carry a teacup to his room to brag every night, and it was quite pleasant to chat with him.

Of course, every time he set up a dragon gate formation, he would boast about his economic strength and extraordinary business level, and his sincere heart to serve Hongshi Village.

Song Qingyun just listened to this.

Our Secretary Xiao Song observed Du Limi's car and found that the SUV was of very bad quality. The shell looked glossy and shiny. The interior decoration inside was so broken. It was really a golden and jade. It was covered in the outside. It didn't burn the fire several times, and it had to be fired from his battery.

Although Song Qingyun doesn't like to judge people by his appearance, Lao Du, you are a businessman after all. Even the car that is used to fill the storefront is broken, which is very telling.

Deputy Secretary Wu came to Hongshi Village again and investigated the matter of Liu Yonghua’s teahouse.

Liu Yonghua sold his mahjong machine the afternoon before he was reported. Now he is not allowed to play cards in his teahouse. Then, there is no problem. Liu Yonghua's superiors still trust his work ability. He cannot kill people with one blow because of this. He criticizes and educates and learns lessons and corrects them. He is a good comrade.

When Deputy Secretary Wu came for the second time, the election for the director of the new villagers' committee in Hongshi Village was officially held.

The three candidates for this election are Liu Yonghua, Chen Jianguo and Gong Liushan.

In other words, the future owner of the villagers' committee will be produced among these three people.

Song Qingyun and the cadres of the village committees had already arranged the venue one day in advance.

The venue was set up on the open space in front of the village committee, with colorful flags inserted around and banners pulled at the door.

Early in the morning, the village cadres became busy, carried out a long table, threw a red cloth on the table, and placed a microphone on it.

Various equipment were also connected to electricity and tried the sound.

After Song Qingyun's maintenance, the microphone was very vigorous and the sound was clear and loud.

Chen Jianguo patted the microphone, coughed a few times, and said, "Attention, please pay attention, all villagers, please pay attention... The spring breeze of reform blows all over the ground, we ordinary people are so happy today... Have you seen me, my friends below..."

A large blackboard is erected behind a long table with the names of three candidates written on it.

The blackboard was from the village primary school in the past.

After the village kid was pulled, the blackboard was thrown into the empty houses of the village committees. It was as if it had been gnawed by a dog, and it could only be said to be barely available. The chalk has been more than ten years, and God knows who found it, but it has all regained its popularity. Wan Xinke set it on the fire for two hours before it was completely roasted.

As for the chairs and stools where the villagers came to sit for a while, they had already notified them on the radio yesterday, so they had to bring their own.

It was a big deal, and everyone was busy enough, and Durimi came to help. Since yesterday, he has helped sweep the floor, pull banners, and set up equipment.

Everyone praised that such a big boss, Du Limei, had no airs and was willing to help do such miscellaneous work. It was really rare.

The down jacket he was wearing was more than 10,000 yuan, which was a fairy dress. It was dirty and he was willing to give up.

I deserve to be rich.

Song Qingyun smiled and said that the big goose on Lao Du's body should not be a high imitation. This person has a good character and is quite fond of people.

The villagers came one after another, and within a moment, people were everywhere.

The chairs and stools they brought were also diverse, including single stools and chairs. Someone even brought a long wooden board and put bricks on both ends.

The Hongshi villagers have traditional customs. They rank according to their seniority, and the elderly sit at the front. There are young and middle-aged people, and women are at the end. As for the children who are watching the fun, they climbed directly onto the trees on the other end, making the branches bent.

Song Qingyun hurriedly shouted: "Get down quickly, get down quickly, be careful of falling."

Leyi was also shouting: "Stop sucking, stop sucking, I'm about to suffocate."

It turned out that the old people sitting in the front row took out their leaves and cigarettes and started to tidy up.

Soon, thick smoke rolled over there like a fire, and a shiny saliva was spitting on the ground.
Chapter completed!