Nominal: Energy sector enters Handong, breaking the deadlock

Wang Fuzhen stood up, wiped her hands on her apron, and waved her hands repeatedly.

"Oh dear, Governor Ren, Mayor Wu, this is unacceptable."

You know Old Chen, he hates taking other people's things. These flowers look expensive, they don't suit our yard at all. You should take them back.

Chen Yanshi straightened his back and put on a stern face.

"Old Wang is right. I, Chen Yanshi, have never been greedy or corrupt. What are you all doing with these fancy tricks? Take him away!"

Ren Zhimin, instead of retreating, stepped forward, pointing at the potted flower and sighing.

"Mr. Chen, you've wronged us. These are varieties that the landscaping department rejected. If you don't want them, I'll have someone throw them in the trash in a bit."

Mayor Wu and I thought that since your courtyard is spacious, we wanted to add some greenery for you.

If you don't accept them, these few good plants will really become trash.

You're not accepting a gift; you're contributing to the survival of plants.

Look at what you're saying.

With that said, how could Chen Yanshi refuse?

The key is that I really like it.

Wu Xiongfei chimed in, "Yes, Mr. Chen, when the workers from Dafeng Factory come to report to you, seeing the flowers all over the yard makes them feel a little better, doesn't it?"

Regarding the Dafeng Factory issue, Governor Ren just held a closed-door meeting specifically to emphasize that we absolutely cannot adopt a one-size-fits-all approach. We must respect the workers' demands. We are relying entirely on your guidance in this matter.

The words "Dafeng Factory" came out.

Chen Yanshi's heart skipped a beat.

He glanced at Ren Zhimin, then at Wu Xiongfei.

If this arrangement is made, Chen Yanshi can be said to be quite satisfied.

"Comrade Xiongfei, Comrade Zhimin, you are right to keep the interests of the masses in mind."

Dafeng Factory is the result of the hard work of the older generation of workers; it can't be demolished just like that. If you demolish Dafeng Factory, it could affect the lives of thousands of families. It's better not to demolish it.

Chen Yanshi glanced down at the orchid pot, then bent down and fiddled with the leaves.

"It's such a waste to throw these flowers away as trash. Plants have lives too. We must cherish them. Since it's about recycling, let's put them at the base of the wall for now. Don't do this again, and don't try to test this old comrade like this again. I'm not accepting gifts; I'm trying to save these flowers and plants."

Look at what they said, it really elevates the whole thing.

Ren Zhimin and Wu Xiongfei exchanged a glance, and a weight was lifted from their hearts.

"Mr. Chen is a man of noble character and integrity; we have learned a great deal from him. What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and do as Mr. Chen said, arrange them neatly against the wall."

Wang Fuzhen sighed, picked up the prepared chives, and walked into the house, muttering to herself.

"Old man, you just love these grasses and flowers. Tomorrow I'll have to catch bugs and water them, adding all this unnecessary trouble."

While saying this, she walked briskly and even opened the screen door to make it easier for the workers to move things.

The news spread like wildfire.

The heads of various commissions, offices, and bureaus, who are usually nowhere to be seen, have all gathered here today.

And so, another group of people left, leaving behind an exquisite bamboo birdcage containing a red-billed leiothrix with a melodious song.

There was also a purebred Persian cat with snow-white fur and one blue and one yellow eye.

Someone brought us a Tibetan Mastiff puppy that had just been weaned, saying it was to guard the yard and prevent thieves.

Soon, in just a few hours.

Chen Yanshi's small courtyard has been transformed into a market for flowers, birds, fish, and insects.

Wang Fuzhen was so busy that she barely had time to breathe. One moment she was directing people to hang the parrot on a tree branch, and the next she was finding a bowl to pour milk for the kitten.

He was covered in sweat and complained to several people who came to give him gifts.

"You guys are really something. Old Chen just casually mentioned that he likes animals, and you've brought so many. Aren't you just deliberately making this old man's bones suffer? Who's going to clean up all this poop and pee in the yard?"

Secretary-General Qian, with a forced smile, rolled up his sleeves to his elbows and eagerly grabbed the broom.

"Aunt Wang, you rest. We'll do the heavy work. Old Chen has worked hard for Handong his whole life. What's a few pets to him? This is just a small token of our appreciation. It's not valuable; it's just for fun."

Chen Yanshi's grandson, Xiao Piqiu, ran out of the house.

Holding a sausage in his hand, he chased the puppy all over the yard.

"Grandpa, the puppy is so much fun! And that big white cat doesn't scratch anyone! Will someone bring the big tiger again tomorrow?"

The little ball giggled and kicked over the water basin, making a mess of water all over the floor.

Chen Yanshi stood with his hands behind his back in front of the Su Guan He Ding.

Listening to the birds chirping all over the yard and the people's flattery.

He turned around and looked at Secretary-General Qian and the others.

"Nonsense! This is utter nonsense! The current cadres are too superficial, indulging in all this formalism. Are you trying to test this old comrade by sending me these gifts?"

Secretary-General Qian quickly bowed his head and admitted his mistake, "Mr. Chen, I'm sorry, I didn't do my job well and didn't understand your spirit. If you have time, please come to our unit and give us a lecture."

Chen Yanshi waved his hand, "Alright, alright, stop crowding around here."

It's late at night, go do whatever you need to do.

Now that it's been delivered, we can't let you throw it away.

"If anyone delivers anything again, I'll kick them out, bag and all."

Secretary-General Qian and the others breathed a sigh of relief and quickly left.

The courtyard was full of life.

Chen Yanshi's eyes creased together, and his deep wrinkles smoothed out.

He walked to the birdcage and teased the lovebird with a leaf.

He started humming a Jingzhou opera tune.

Wang Fuzhen walked over and handed Chen Yanshi a hot towel.

"Old man, you've really made a name for yourself this time. If someone with ulterior motives sees all this stuff in the yard, who knows what they'll say about us behind our backs."

Chen Yanshi wiped his face with a towel and then threw the towel into the basin.

"Let them be. As long as Xiao Jinzi is still in Handong, and as long as the workers of Dafeng Factory still need this old man's help, the world in Handong will not turn upside down."

"What if, Lao Chen, I mean, what if someone investigates? Won't you be in trouble?" Wang Fuzhen was actually worried for Chen Yanshi.

Chen Yanshi chuckled, "This is easy. I know roughly who sent them, and you know some of them too. Let's register them now. If anyone checks, we'll hand them over voluntarily. They're the ones who sent them; we're retired, so it has nothing to do with us."

Wang Fuzhen finally smiled and gave a thumbs up, "Old Chen, good, I'll write it down in my notebook right now."

At this time.

Chen Hai walked into the small courtyard where Chen Yanshi lived, and looking at the flowers, plants, birdcages, cats and dogs in the yard, his temples throbbed.

Chen Yanshi and Wang Fuzhen have been registered.

Chen Yanshi was squatting at the base of the wall, spraying water on the potted lotus root with a small spray bottle, humming a Jingzhou opera tune that was completely off-key.

"Dad," Chen Hai said angrily.

Chen Yan didn't even look up. "Hai Zi, you're here? Your mom's planning to make dumplings for you tomorrow, chives and eggs, your favorite."

Chen Hai didn't move, staring at the Tibetan Mastiff puppy, the little thing was gnawing on his leather shoes.

"Dad, your yard is practically a zoo!"