Sun Guodong didn't go home, he went straight to the brigade office.
Sure enough, besides the old secretary, the village chief and accountant Qin Ming were both there.
Seeing Sun Guodong coming, Qin Ming nodded slightly and greeted him, "Back, was it smooth?"
"Pretty smooth, brought back three small trucks, two big liberation trucks, they're at the vegetable market now, a lot of villagers gathered, all quite happy."
As he said this, he glanced at the village chief who was puffing away at his dry tobacco.
Seeing that the village chief didn't even give him a glance, just kept smoking sullenly, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger inside.
The village chief is a generation older than him, whether public or private matters, he couldn't lose his temper at the village chief, he turned and looked at Qin Ming, with a tinge of complaint in his voice.
