Chapter 182 Seeking truth from facts

Soon, Yang Dazhuang, Yang Shitou and Fatty Ding, who had missed the meal, gathered together and started eating.

Fatty Ding looked at the hot sauce on the table and the duck egg yolk cut into oil, and the corn tortillas in his hands became even sweeter.

"Shitou, tell me about Yang Xiaotao!"

Yang Dazhuang left after eating and was preparing to hand over the surplus food. Yang Shitou beside him was licking the duck egg skin. Fatty Ding took the opportunity to ask.

After hearing this, Yang Shitou spoke of Yang Xiaotao with admiration from the bottom of his heart.

He immediately gave a thumbs up and said, "Uncle Fatty, speaking of Xiao Tao, this is the only one in our village."

Looking proud.

Then he praised Yang Xiaotao for making corn, and added a sentence at the end.

"Is Xiaotao still a worker at the steel rolling mill in the city?"

Fatty Ding slowly put down the pancake in his hand, his eyes shining.

He has already thought about what benefits he would have as an inventor if the high-yielding corn was popularized.

Now that I heard that it was a worker in the city, I even had an idea in my mind.

"Shitou, uncle, I want to ask you something."

Yang Shitou looked up at him, and Fatty Ding came closer and whispered.

"Does Yang Xiaotao have a partner?"

Unexpectedly, after saying this, Yang Shitou jumped up and ran away.

"Hey, what are you doing? Don't run away..."

Fatty Ding was startled, and then he cursed.

"Little brat!"

But he knew clearly in his heart that this guy must have been told by Mr. Yang, and what he was thinking was a little lighter.

After eating, Fatty Ding and his men left in a hurry. Everyone in Yangjiazhuang also followed the regulations and began to pack up the food and prepare to hand over the surplus food.

Fatty Ding returned to the grain station, just said a few words to the deputy, and then went about working in the office.

He knew that if he told the director like this, he would definitely not be able to understand.

Fortunately, he has a record book in his hand, and the data on it can be used just right.

So, after immersing himself in it for more than an hour, Fatty Ding finally produced a 500-word article. Although there were deletions and deletions on the page, as well as parentheses and insertions, the content was realistic.

Afterwards, I called Liang. The person with the best handwriting in the station copied it over again, and then I was satisfied and rested.

The next day, Fatty Ding got up before dawn, got dressed, picked up a woofou, and went out with the written report in his arms.

"Director, Ding Deliang is here, saying he has something urgent to do with you."

In the spacious office, in front of the long reception table, a middle-aged Mediterranean man holds a wolf hair in his right hand, with a serious look on his face, as if he is brewing something.

At this time, the secretary outside the door knocked on the door and came in. He said respectfully to the middle-aged man.

A trace of displeasure flashed across the middle-aged man's face. He had finally found some inspiration and was about to write hard. At this time, someone came, which made him very unhappy.

But when I heard the name of the visitor, I still put down my anger and put down my rolled-up sleeves.

"Let him in."

"yes."

Soon, the director sat back at his desk, with a few newspapers in front of him, and started reading them leisurely.

"Director Huo! Are you busy?"

Fatty Ding's voice came from the door, and the smile on his face looked particularly friendly.

But Director Huo glanced at it and stopped reading. He put down the newspaper in his hand and pointed to the stool in front of him.

Fatty Ding immediately walked over and sat down.

"Why did you come to me if you weren't watching from below? If something happens, I will settle the score with you."

"Director, this is a big event, a great thing."

After Fatty Ding finished speaking, he took out the report in his arms and handed it to Director Huo's desk with both hands.

Director Huo didn't look at it. He raised his head and put his hands together. "Don't do anything stupid. Tell me what's going on. I'm busy every day."

Seeing this, Fatty Ding smiled and sat down on the stool.

Then organize your thoughts and start talking.

Two minutes later, Director Huo interrupted Fatty Ding with an impatient look on his face.

Fatty Ding opened his mouth. This hasn't gotten to the point yet, so why don't you let him say it?

"Director, I..."

"Okay, what do I think is the big deal?"

Director Huo waved his hand and threw the newspaper in front of him forward.

"Look, come and take a look."

"Which one of the things reported here is not a big deal?"

"Which one is worse than what you said? Look at this, three kinds of fruits grow on one tree, realizing off-season planting technology. Is this important?"

"And this, a potato weighs twenty pounds. It takes an entire field to plant, so you don't know what the harvest will be?"

Fatty Ding felt anxious after hearing this.

"No, director, you don't know that I don't know yet?"

"The off-season fruits are grafted, and the potatoes are also specially made. Let alone becoming popular, it is difficult to grow another one."

boom!

Fatty Ding violated Director Huo's taboo in his eagerness.

Director Huo is most annoying when people say he doesn't understand things in the field.

Fatty Ding was so frightened that he sat down with a slap on the table, his body pressed against the back of the chair.

"Ding Deliang, pay attention to the attitude of your words."

"Is this how you report to your superiors? Do you still have respect in your eyes? I, the director, don't know as much as you do? Can you still do things?"

Fatty Ding opened his mouth wide, his face full of grievance.

What he said is true.

"Get out, go back and watch the grain station for me!"

Director Huo pointed to the door, and Fatty Ding did not dare to say anything more, so he stood up and left slowly.

"Wait!"

Before Fatty Ding could turn around, Director Huo picked up the newspaper again.

"Take this thing back and work with peace of mind from now on. Don't engage in these vain things. Serve the people sincerely."

"Let's go back."

Fatty Ding took a deep breath, walked over, picked up the report, turned around and left.

He has finally seen it.

Watching Fatty Ding leave, Director Huo's unhappiness slowly disappeared.

He stood up and came to the long table, pondered for a moment, picked up the wolf hair, dipped it in ink, and brushed it twice.

A pair of iron paintings with silver hooks was completed, and I was very satisfied.

"Not bad! Seek truth from facts!"

Director Huo looked at his masterpiece and sighed repeatedly.

"Xiao Liu, come."

"Frame the writing and hang it here."

…

Fatty Ding touched the report in his arms and looked back at the office building, his face full of helplessness.

He didn't dare to pull the director over like Yang Dazhuang did.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! And he felt that even if he pulled me away, the director would not take it seriously.

After all, there are too many exaggerated things these days.

"Forget it, let's talk about it when we get back."

At noon, Fatty Ding returned to the grain station.
To be continued...