Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Yan Bugui was stunned. He thought for a moment and said, "Isn't the manager of this courtyard responsible for managing this courtyard? No matter whether it's a big deal or a small matter, if there is any problem, it will be handed over to the manager to handle. This will also save resources for the government, making it easier for the street office and your police station..."

Dabao breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that Yan Bugui's mentality was common, and many people would use this right, which was not considered a right, to seek their own interests in the future. If a courtyard met a good manager, it would indeed be helpful to the street office and the police station.

But if you meet a selfish person, then all the neighbors in the yard will suffer.

Dabao suppressed his anger and turned to Yan Bugui and said,

"Uncle Yan, I personally feel that you are not suitable to be the manager!"

Yan Bugui was stunned.

"Dabao, what do you mean?"

"My meaning is very clear, you are not suitable to be the manager."

Yan Bugui was anxious: "Why am I not suitable? In our courtyard, I have the highest level of education and I also like to serve the neighbors. Who else could be more suitable than me?"

Dabao said: "I said this is not suitable, because just now I asked you what the manager does? Your answer proves that you are not a good manager."

Yan Bugui was even more confused.

"What do you mean?"

Dabao said patiently,

"The uncle in charge is an initiative of the street office. Its main purpose is to let the uncle in charge know the neighbors living in the courtyard and be able to cooperate with the work of the street office.

If there is any notice from the street office, the uncle in charge needs to explain it to the neighbors, and also conduct a detailed investigation of the outside population in the yard, and report any problems to the police station in a timely manner. This is the uncle's responsibility.

It's not like you said you want to manage this courtyard. What right do you have to manage it? Only the government has the right to manage it. Do you think it's possible for a single person in charge to do the work of the neighborhood office and the police station?

You want to use your power to take advantage of your neighbors and live a life of superiority. Tell me, are you suitable to be the boss?"

Dabao's voice became stern. Yan Bugui looked at the neighbors who were looking at him and talking about him. His face flushed red and he stood up angrily.

"Isn't it just a manager? Is it really that complicated? I want to see, besides me, who else is qualified to be the manager?"

Dabao sneered,

"Based on your thinking, anyone can be the boss except you. Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. Don't you just want to be the boss so that everyone will flatter you and take advantage of you?

What are you thinking? Can't you just live a good life at home? You always think about these nonsense. You are also a cultured person, you should still have the most basic integrity! "

Yan Bugui was so angry that he threw the newspaper in his hand to the ground.

"Qin Dabao, how old am I? Do I need you to preach to me? If you want to choose me, choose me. If you don't want to choose me, I won't force you. Why are you talking so aggressively?"

He was about to pick up the newspaper from the ground. If he hadn't been so angry, he wouldn't have wasted his breath. He still had to drink water when he was thirsty, and tap water cost money after all...

At this moment, Liu Yingying, the secretary of the street office, came in. When she saw Dabao and Zuo Mingyue, she hurried over.

"Chief Qin, Public Security Officer Zuo."

Dabao and Mingyue nodded.

"Sister Yingying, are you here to preside over the election of the steward of our courtyard today?"

Liu Yingying nodded.

"Yes, other courtyards have managers, but your courtyard doesn't. A resident named Yan went to the street office to complain several times.

Director Wang asked me to organize the neighbors to choose two stewards who are dedicated to serving everyone.

Yan Fugui picked up the newspaper on the ground and came over with a smile.

"Secretary Liu, you still remember me, right? It was me who reported this. I am an old man in our hospital and was also the head uncle for a while. I feel that I have feelings for this hospital and I have responsibilities.

So, I want to compete for this position, and I hope you can support me."

Liu Yingying glanced at the third uncle, then turned to look at Dabao, and found that Dabao had a calm expression and did not speak. She was a smart person and immediately understood that there must be something wrong.

She turned around and asked, "Uncle Yan, I've only been here a short time. I don't know much about your courtyard. Where are the original uncles?"

Yan Bugui was a little embarrassed. He glanced at Dabao and saw that Dabao was talking to Xiaodang and Nuannuan and didn't seem to pay attention to them. So he said in a low voice,

"Let me tell you, it turns out that the first uncle Yi Zhonghai and the second uncle Liu Haizhong in our courtyard were sent back to their hometowns for concealing their history and engaging in conspiracy and sabotage."

Liu Yingying was surprised. So that was what was going on. She was surprised because all the courtyards here had a manager except Courtyard No. 95.

There was originally a Mr. Niu who was not in charge of anything, so Director Wang and Director Lu were not officially appointed. This vacancy lasted for several months.

She looked at Yan Bugui. Although he was dressed like a beggar, he wore glasses and looked quite educated. She asked curiously,

"What about you? Aren't you the third uncle? The first and second uncles were sent back to their hometowns, so shouldn't you be promoted directly to the first uncle?"

But from what you said, you are not even the third uncle now, why is that?"

Yan Bugui was stunned by the question. He really didn't dare to confuse right and wrong in front of Dabao and take credit for himself. He could only smile awkwardly.

"Well, I wasn't in good health, so I didn't take on the role of the manager. Now that I'm better, I want to do something for everyone. I hope you'll support me."

Liu Yingying glanced at Dabao again, but Dabao seemed not to hear her and was still playing with the two children. Liu Yingying understood a little bit, ah, there must be something going on here.

She put away her smile and said seriously,

"If you want to run for the position of manager, then go up and tell me how you can be a good manager. If everyone supports you, then I will definitely choose you. But if everyone thinks you are not qualified, then I can't do anything about it."

Being a cadre now is not like the time when the country was just founded. You have to do practical things and not talk nonsense. Everyone is honest and sincere. If you can't speak a few official jargons and nonsense now, you will definitely not be a good cadre.

Yan Bugui certainly understood what Liu Yingying meant by this, and he quickly tried to get close to the people around him, hoping that the neighbors would choose him.

At this time, more and more people came into the yard. Yard No. 95 was a quadrangle with three entrances and six families living in the front yard. Even the back house had people living in it.

The middle courtyard is a bit bigger and is home to seven families. As for the backyard, Dabao's family lives there, but nominally there are two families, so the total population is nearly a hundred.

In other words, Sha Zhu's family has the smallest population, with only two people, but the two main rooms and one ear room they live in belong to Sha Zhu's family, not allocated by the street office.