Director Jia showed a flattering smile, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I just borrowed the eraser from Lao Song!"

Cao Wei snorted coldly and continued to walk his eight-character steps in the walk. Only when he occasionally saw the leader sitting on the podium and slightly opened his eyes, his erect back would bend down again.

An exam lasted less than half an hour. Everyone handed in the paper.

Xue Xiang did not avoid it and corrected the eighteen test papers in class. In less than ten minutes, he corrected them. As a result, no one passed the test papers.

You said how Xue Xiang corrected it so quickly? It turns out that the questions on the test paper designed by this guy are all selected!

After all, although these corporate cadres generally have higher cultural levels than township cadres, they are still in war when they were young, so their cultural level is naturally learned after joining work, so the high level is limited. If Xue Xiang asked questions, these people would probably stop eating directly, and there would be no hope for them. If they were not done well, they would force people to go crazy. If they asked multiple-choice questions, the probability of getting the right one was too high, so they chose multiple-choice questions.

In order to make corrections, this guy also made answer sheets from later generations, asking everyone to use an eraser to black out the options on the answer sheet. Then he took the same answer sheet and hollowed out the correct options. In this way, when modifying the paper, you only need to overlap the standard card and the answer sheet and count the black dots.

But Xue Laosan's ultimate goal is never to popularize the law, but to ask for money. In this way, how could he, a top student at Peking University, let these people pass the exam?

Of course, he would not explicitly write questions that could not be answered correctly at all. He started from trivial matters in life, which was something that everyone had come into contact with. Some questions were indeed visible at a glance, while others, he deliberately played plausible writing tricks on four options. It would be strange if these guys could pass the test.

The correction scores were released, and the scores were generally scored. Between forty and fifty, everyone got the scores, and they couldn't say anything. At first, they felt that their education was so amazing. When the top students from Peking University gave the test paper, they could do so much. If they worked hard again, they would not be too far from passing the exam;

Secondly, I felt that the person surnamed Xue was a living bandit, and he was paralyzed. At noon, one person gave out two kilograms of steamed buns and a pot of water, and it was so hard to eat the steamed buns for dinner. After class, the bastard organized the exam, and he really wanted to torture people to death!

But no matter how hard it is, everyone knows that after this, power is in control, and they cannot escape. They can only deal with the Xue surnamed here and wait for the changes in the external situation.

At this moment, no one was panicked, and no one planned to pay back the money and leave (this matter is now, who doesn’t know that Xue Xiangwei is money). Most people have the same thought: Humph, if anyone surnamed Xue can turn the world of Dejiang, would he be afraid of arousing public anger? If he was stumped, he would not know that if I had no one in the factory, I would have to be in chaos. At that time, when the factory was in chaos and Dejiang was in chaos, unless the Xue knelt down and begged, I would really not leave.

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"What? Xue Xiangrang, let those people take the exam, take the exam?"

Kong Fangao looked at Song Kun in disbelief, as if he had just heard a fantasy.

Song Kun wiped the sweat from his forehead and gasped heavily. But early in the morning, he rushed to the sixth floor in front of the sun to inform Commissioner Kong of the news that his chest was almost blown up.

Kong Fangao pushed his teacup over, and Song Kun pushed it back with gratitude, with a touch of sweat on his forehead, and said anxiously: "Yes, Assistant Xue is too lawless. He actually sent troops to detain Director Song and others, specialist, you should speak!"

Bang!

Kong Fangao slapped the table heavily and cursed, "Everyone said that my leadership style was brutal. Now I know that Xue Xiang is a completely living bandit. I think these bastards don't know the warmth of spring without going through winter, and they deserve it!"

"But……"

"But what, how do you ask me to take care of me?" Kong Fangao interrupted Song Kun without hesitation, and his eyebrows were full of anger. "The person surnamed Xue is in the administrative department. He asked me for power, but I resisted it and didn't give it. You said that I would take care of this now, wouldn't it be a handle to Xue Xiang? At that time, he simply gave it away. In turn, I don't support his work. Who do you want to clean up this mess?"

"But he detained leaders of grassroots enterprises, which was unorganized and undisciplined!"

Kong Fangao sneered, "Unorganized and undisciplined? What you said? Is it wrong to learn legal knowledge? Isn't this group of people arrears of profits and taxes because they have weak legal awareness? Besides, Secretary Zhou attended and gave lectures. In Dejiang, the surname Zhou is the organization. You said Xue Xiang is unorganized and undisciplined, which is great! What a Xue Xiang, he is really slippery and can't hold back. He is so stunning!"

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"Old Song, slow down. slow down..."

Mrs. Song looked at Lao Song rushing and stuffing dumplings filled with pork and sauerkraut into her mouth, and slowly, her eyes turned red. How much sin was she suffering? She knew that her own men were most concerned about chewing and swallowing slowly at the moment. At present, just a few dumplings made him so greedy.

Hu, Hu, Lao Song ate so much that he was full of wind, and the porcelain jar in his hand was slowly lifted by him to 90 degrees down. A jar of dumplings was removed in just two minutes. At the end, he was still unwilling to finish his feelings, sticking out his tongue and licking the edge of the jar.

Seeing Secretary Song like this, Mrs. Song finally couldn't help crying, "Old Song, what's wrong? Are you still the factory director? How can you be treated like this? No, I have to go to the prefectural committee to make trouble. Isn't this a hooligan..."

"Howl, I'm not dead yet!" Secretary Song, who had enough food and drink, looked full of resentment, and made Mrs. Song silent immediately, "If you still want to be the wife of the factory director, just shut up and avoid getting involved in my affairs. Also, go find Lao Jiang immediately and ask him to bring the cashier over immediately, hurry up!"

"I'm looking for Lao Jiang, isn't Lao Wen the deputy secretary? He's getting close to you again. Isn't it good to ask him to come?" Mrs. Song's face was confused.

"Bah!" Secretary Song spat out a heavy sputum, "What the hell is getting close to you? Calling brother in front of you and sucking the guy behind you. You don't know yet. I have only been living in for three days. This bastard has jumped up and down and rushed to the administrative office. If it weren't for Chiang Kai-shek, I was still kept in the dark. Humph, this old Jiang is not a good thing. Xiao Chen also told me that the turtle son has also run up, but he can't compete with the bastard with the surname Wen, and he is a mortal enemy of Lao Wen. He knows that Lao Wen has gone up and has no good fruit. Only then can he communicate with me and the letters he has reported are all the fucking good things!"

"What!"

Mrs. Song was shocked. She was just a woman. How could she know that Lao Song had only been in for three days and so many stories happened behind her. When she thought that Lao Song might be messed up, she felt that the sky was about to collapse.

Although Old Song is just a deputy secretary and cadre, he only cared for a bicycle factory with thousands of people, but the benefits here are so great that he can be promoted to the next life and live a decent and prosperous life. Because he is in the bicycle factory, he is as superior as a queen, these are all things that Mrs. Song is unwilling to give up no matter what.

"You're so nagging, get out of here and do what I told you, otherwise, you'll be ready to go back to the fields to cut millet!"

Old Song's words "cutting millet" are better than anything else. Mrs. Song stood up and ran outside.

Before he could run out of the room, he was stopped by Lao Song: "By the way, money, money, leave some money for me!"

"What do you want money to do?"

Mrs. Song asked, but she didn't dare to hesitate at all. She took out a pink wallet and was about to order some tickets.

But Secretary Song was impatient, snatched his wallet, took out Zhang Datuanjie, and stuffed it to Mrs. Song, "Save it to ride a car, damn, and ask me what I want to do? Can you eat the living bandits for free? Can water be drunk? Even if you sleep in a fucking bed, you have to charge money, as well as the exam paper fee, pencil fee, eraser fee, black, it's so damn. You'd better ask Lao Jiang to bring Xiao Chen here as soon as possible, otherwise, our family might be able to charge the living bandits and collect it!"

Mrs. Song didn't dare to delay anymore, she was really afraid. Old Song only lived here for three days, and a gentle scholar became full of words. Damn, fuck, if you stay for a few more days, this person might be crazy.
Chapter completed!