Zhang Yifu rushed out of the car and asked anxiously: "Is Zhang Guodong here?"

"Zhang Guodong..." The worker of a year thought about it before answering, "You said Lao Zhang from the Power Supply Bureau? He is in the shed."

"Okay, thank you." Zhang Yifu quickly flicked and pulled open the shed. At first glance, he saw his father lying on a simple bed, reading a book under the faint chandeliers. He was dirty and had no place to take a shower.

"Why are you still here?" Zhang Guodong saw his son coming, his expression was very complicated, and he was still more happy. He put down the book and stood up and said, "Didn't you say don't come..."

"I won't say it, go home for dinner first." Zhang Yifu's eyes were firm, so he stepped forward to help his father pack his luggage. "I asked my friend, there is no such person."

"Yao...this..."

At this time, Hao Shuai also followed into the shed, and when he saw Zhang Guodong, he bowed politely and said, "Uncle Zhang, I am Hao Shuai, Yifu's college classmate."

"Hello, hello." Zhang Guodong is a face-loving person who wants to tidy up his face, but he is not very clean in work clothes at this time and cannot be cleaned up. He had to say embarrassedly, "Look, when I first met, my image is really embarrassing."

"It's okay." Hao Shuai hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Uncle, I asked, you don't need to stare at me day and night. Let's listen to Yifu, go home first, and talk about it tomorrow if you have something to do."

Zhang Guodong still showed signs of difficulties and hesitated in his heart.

"Dad, don't make things difficult. Hao Shuai's father is the director of the bureau and will help him tomorrow."

"Director Hao?" Zhang Guodong was stunned when he heard this, "Director Hao of the Production Department?"

"Yes." Zhang Yifu had packed his luggage in a blink of an eye, carried it up and walked out, "Go back first, let's settle the account with the person surnamed Song in the future."

Zhang Guodong frowned and said, "Yifu, why don't you do this? Section Chief Song is here now. I'll go over and ask for instructions."

I really only hate my father but I can’t be a real person.

In desperation, Zhang Yifu had no choice but to agree. Zhang Guodong agreed to leave the shed, and said goodbye to several workers before getting into the car.

When Zhang Guodong was also surprised when his son drove his car from the Jibei Power Plant to the Jijing Power Supply Bureau, he also felt a little proud in his heart. His son was better than me!

After chatting later, Zhang Yifu had to get even more angry. Okay, Song Yuanshan was having dinner with the village secretary here. You always had a good meal and had a good meal, so you put your subordinates in the shed to suffer?

It was eight o'clock, and the dinner here was over. Several men came out of the restaurant, still politely talking.

The tall and thin man in the middle is Song Yuanshan. He has a strange figure. He is covered in skin and bones everywhere, only his belly and a big belly. I don’t know if it’s full of wine or something.

"Don't worry, even if you change the new meter, no one will care about those trivial matters." Song Yuanshan was so beautiful that he hugged a man with a buzz cut next to him and smiled, "It's just a few kilowatt-hours of electricity, no one cares."

"Haha, we'll be relieved with Section Chief Song's words." The man with a buzz cut smiled repeatedly, "I was afraid that I would change the meter, but the matter of connecting to the power is over. Fortunately, Section Chief Song takes care of him."

"Shh..." Song Yuanshan smiled and made a gesture to stop, "I still have to answer secretly. I don't know, I just don't care."

"Haha, understand, understand."

Several men laughed together.

After the fun, the entertainment came to an end. The man who was accompanying him hugged Song Yuanshan and turned to the north of the road.

"Let's go north, the guesthouse is very close. I feel wronged to Section Chief Song tonight."

"Guesthouse..." Song Yuanshan's expression slightly sank, "If you don't go back, it will be inconvenient tomorrow morning. I think I'd better go back to the city."

"But..." The man with a buzz cut looked puzzled, "We only have a small truck that pulls things here, so it's really inconvenient to ride..."

"Can't you find a car?" Song Yuanshan had no intention of staying here, otherwise it would be too troublesome to go to work the next day, but he was a small section-level cadre in the power supply bureau after all, and he was still a long way from the car allocation. At this time, he was embarrassed to go to the leader of the power supply bureau in troubled area, so he simply picked up the airs with the people in front of him who were begging him to do business, "Go and find one, there is no car in such a big place?"

"This..." Although the buzz-haired man smiled, he had already cursed Song Yuanshan's ancestors in his heart. In desperation, he had to bring someone casually, "You find a car for Section Chief Song."

"Secretary... It's midnight, where can I find it..."

"Don't Lao Li's mother's house has a van? I just said I'll use it."

"Then I'll go and ask..."

"Is there only one bread?" Song Yuanshan was lifted like this, and with the alcohol, the shelf became bigger. "Is it uncomfortable to sit on the bread, without Xiali, Santana?"

As he was talking, a car with headlights turned on and rushed over, making several people close their eyes.

"Haha, hurry! You do things quickly." Song Yuanshan saw the outline of a car slightly, and immediately hugged the man with a buzzhead and smiled.

The man with a buzz cut doesn't understand why he is so fast.

The car drove to the restaurant door, and a thrust wheel was slammed and the side brake stopped.

"Stop giving it to me, don't give it to me." Song Yuanshan walked forward with a smile, ready to fall in the back seat and take a nap.

However, no one around him moved. After seeing the car clearly, he stepped forward and grabbed Song Yuanshan: "Secretary Song, I've read it wrong, it's not our car."

"No?" Song Yuanshan burped and pointed at the car lane in anger. "It's midnight, I'm parked here. Who's not picking me up?"

At this time, the driver's car window rolled down, and Zhang Yifu looked at the drunk Song Yuanshan coldly. He smelled the alcohol and felt sick.

"Song Yuanshan, I'll come and pick my dad up and say hello to you."

Song Yuanshan suddenly felt clever, and the cool breeze blew, and he couldn't help but tremble, then he turned around and looked at it.

The guy driving, who is not Zhang Yifu from the next unit? Isn’t this guy in northern Hebei?

"Yifu? Is it a Yifu?" Song Yuanshan narrowed his eyes and woke up a little instantly, but he was still confused. He stepped forward and smiled, "Okay, Yifu, I'm driving into the car. Is this the one who took Uncle home?"

"Sorry, it's full."

"Hmm?" Song Yuanshan looked at Zhang Yifu incredibly. Your father and boss didn't give you any face? I'm still thinking about entrusting my daughter to you. The uneducated things, "It's full? Why is it full? Let's take a look."

"Section Chief Song." Zhang Guodong, the co-pilot, looked at Song Yuanshan and sighed, "You have drunk too much."

"Old Song is here too? Why aren't he working on the construction site?"

At this time, Hao Shuai also opened the door and got out of the car, standing coldly: "Uncle Song, it's getting late, you go and rest, we'll go back first."

"You are..." Song Yuanshan looked closely and realized that he was the young master of the director of the Production Department, now a member of the Electricity Management Bureau of the superior unit.

At this moment, he finally realized something was wrong. His alcohol content instantly dissipated, and he was stunned: "Xiaoshuai, why are you here too?"

"My dad asked me to come and accompany Yifu to pick up Uncle Zhang back." Hao Shuai lies slightly, and without saying much, he got in the car.

Zhang Yifu then closed the car window, hung up the reverse gear and stepped on the accelerator and turned around. He flicked the rear of the car, almost scaring Song Yuanshan.

"Wait...you..." Song Yuanshan finally figured out the matter at this time, "The supervisor's matter...I will discuss it when I go to work tomorrow... I will squeeze in and take me back together..."

Buzz...

The car ran away, leaving only a gust of dust.

The dust burned, but Song Yuanshan couldn't cough clearly, so the people next to him quickly helped him up.

The man with a buzz cut looked embarrassed on the surface, but he was very happy in his heart. Xiao Po Section Chief really thought he was a thing. Are you happy now?

"Let's go, Section Chief Song... Let's go to the guesthouse to have a drink of water..."

Song Yuanshan was confused and was carried toward the guesthouse.

On the way back, Zhang Guodong couldn't help but sigh.

"Drinking with the people in the village until so late...ah..."

"Yes, what good things do you have with them in the section chief of the Power Supply Bureau?" Zhang Yifu asked.

"Eighty times it's because of the private connection and stealing electricity. This time, the power meter is modified to solve this problem... It seems to be a waste. After all, people... can't control it."

"Did you hear it?" Zhang Yifu turned around and smiled, "Don't Hao Shuai's father care about production? What should I do if the measurement people indulge the villagers in stealing electricity?"

"Stop talking... I'm already pretending to be a powerful person. Maybe my dad will suck me when I go back." Hao Shuai looked aggrieved, "But the matter of stealing electricity is being investigated recently. The purpose of modifying suburban electricity meter is also to eliminate such things. Give this information to my dad... Maybe it's free from a slaughter..."

"Haha, thank you dad for helping me." Zhang Yifu said as he thrust at Wang Xiaohua, "Is there still a donkey meat left? Give me two packs of it."

"Yes." Wang Xiaohua quickly turned out two packets of donkey meat from behind and stuffed it into Hao Shuai's arms.

"Haha, my dad has been serving food these two days, thank you." Hao Shuai asked Wang Xiaohua with a smile, "Why, is Yifu doing well in the factory?"

Wang Xiaohua thought that it would be fine if she usually fights with Zhang Yifu, but this time she is in front of her father and brother, so she must be willing to help him gain face.

"Of course he performed well. He solved the safety hazards in just a few days after coming and renovated the oil pipeline. Our factory manager was very happy and was worried that he would not be able to promote his work!"

As soon as Wang Xiaohua said this, Coke ruined Zhang Guodong.

"Really? The factory manager appreciates Shafu so much?"

"Isn't that what Uncle Zhang? The factory director sent his son to Zhang Yifu on the first day. He wanted his son to learn more from Zhang Yifu."

"Haha, I have won too many awards." Zhang Guodong felt very pleased. Many so-called appreciations may be fake, but letting his son get along with Yifu shows his trust. As the saying goes, those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to Mo are black. The factory manager must have recognized Yifu as a talent.
Chapter completed!