Despite Zhao Youcai's words, he was very good at martial arts, but in terms of hands-on ability, he was far from Qin Sanmin's opponent.

His face turned blue with fright, and he turned around and ran into the wasteland next to him.

"You, a turtle grandson, if you continue to mess around, I will bring people to destroy your home, send you to the town, and let the town leaders deal with you!"

Qin Sanmin just threatened Zhao Youcai. When he saw Zhao Youcai running away, he said a few harsh words and returned to Li Donglai.

He gasped and said: "Donglai, you must not listen to this grandson. Although you have become a leader, your tail cannot be raised."

Li Donglai couldn't laugh or cry: "Uncle Sanmin, do you think I am that kind of person?"

"That's right...if you had bad intentions, you wouldn't be in the position you are in today." Qin Sanmin nodded.

In his early years, he was also a traveler, and had helped the army. He was well-informed, so he naturally knew that to reach Li Donglai's position, he had to go through layers of selection.

Those with ulterior motives will be discovered sooner or later.

At this time, it was already close to five o'clock in the afternoon. He remembered that after returning to the steel rolling mill, he would have to send all the prey to the logistics department for inventory, so Li Donglai did not delay, said goodbye to Qin Sanmin, and turned around to get in the truck.

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He was about to order the driver to drive, but through the rearview mirror he saw Zhao Youcai holding the arm of a comrade in the hunting team and speaking affectionately.

"Little comrade, I think you look like a leader."

"Uncle... I'm not really a leader. I'm just an ordinary officer in the Armed Forces Department." The comrade was a little embarrassed and wanted to turn around and get in the car. He also felt that treating fellow farmers with this attitude could easily cause misunderstandings.

"Hey, the Armed Forces Department, that's a good department."

"You know the Ministry of Armed Forces?"

"Why don't you know? Isn't it the commander's gun unit?" Zhao Youcai said freely.

The comrade said: "...There seems to be nothing wrong with what you said."

He patted Zhao Youcai's arm and said, "Uncle, the captain has sent the signal. We are about to set off. Let's talk next time."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Wait a minute, uncle has something to ask you to help with." Zhao Youcai couldn't wait to ask: "Does the Armed Forces Department of your steel rolling mill recruit temporary workers? Can you recruit them from us?

Recruit a few in the village, and you can rest assured that the young people in our village are all good."

The comrade looked at Zhao Youcai like an idiot. Are you kidding? A large number of young people in the capital cannot find jobs.

Not to mention that the Ministry of Armed Forces has no employment needs. Even if it really wants to recruit temporary workers, it will be recruited from young people in the capital.

Moreover.

Do you think any unit can directly recruit members from rural areas as temporary workers?

If the steel rolling mill had not established a support relationship with Qinjiagou and obtained the approval of its superiors, let alone a dozen temporary workers, even three or five would have lost a lot of hats.

"Uncle...you are thinking too much."

The comrade thought that if he continued chatting with him, he might be sent into the fence, so he broke free with force, turned around and jumped into the truck.

Accompanied by two crisp whistles, the truck roared and rushed into the distance along the loess road, leaving only a puff of dust behind.

Zhao Youcai scratched his head and looked a little puzzled: "Aren't they just a few temporary workers? I don't believe this evil. Qinjiagou can send people to Beijing, but our Zhaojiazhuang can't do it?!"

"In two days, I will go to the capital to explore the road."

Of course Zhao Youcai is not a fool, and he will not do anything he is not sure about.

He knew that there was a shortage of meat in the capital, so he gave up the idea of ​​letting all the members have a feast, pickled the 'sick pig' with salt, and prepared to send it to the capital as a stepping stone.

After several days of searching, Zhao Youcai still couldn't find a way. Seeing that the pork had some smell, he could only send it to the pigeon market and exchange it for food stamps before making any plans.
Chapter completed!