Dai Zongxi happily agreed to Ao Muyang's request because in his impression, he did not ask the staff below to do so.

After receiving his promise, Ao Muyang immediately became brave.

The seminar lasted for two days in total and ended the next afternoon.

As soon as the meeting ended, Ao Muyang took a photo with him, and then he left the hotel and headed straight to the dock market.

He called the villagers in advance and asked them to prepare seafood catch, electronic scales and other shelf tools. He got the stall today and was going to open a business today.

This stall is very important to various fishing villages. It is actually an important asset of the village. Every household in the village has high-quality seafood, and will sell it through the stalls, and then pay a certain sales fee to the village committee in proportion like tax payments.

The market is right next to the dock, and fresh catches can be transported to you as soon as possible every day.

Taking advantage of the fact that the Market Management Office did not get off work, Ao Muyang rushed over.

When he saw him enter the door, someone in the office asked, "Hello, sir, is there anything wrong?"

Ao Muyang took out his ID and showed it to him, saying, "I am the new village chief of Longtou Village. There was a stall in our village that you took back by you. I want to take it back."

The staff member smiled and said, "Sorry, sir, the market stalls are very tight now, and there are no free stalls to rent them out..."

Ao Muyang waved his hand and said, "I'm not here to rent a stall, I'm here to get our stall back."

He knew very well that he should not be polite or civilized when doing work at the grassroots level. Take a place like the market. This place has always been a turbulent territory. If it is unreasonable, whoever can make trouble will benefit.

The staff was able to handle such things easily, and he said, "Sorry, sir, I don't know that there are stalls in the market that belong to your village. The stalls here are all owned by the state."

Ao Muyang said: "Yes, the country belongs to, but the country sets up such a market to help our fishermen and comrades make a fortune and to facilitate citizens."

The staff also had to practice Tai Chi, and Ao Muyang said first: "It's useless for you to fool me. What is the market situation? Which village is not clear? The stalls used to have documents. Each Linhai fishing village has a stall and there is no need to pay the stall management fee. Is it because the leaders are on the stage now that the previous documents have no legal effect?"

At this time, the staff was a little difficult to deal with, so they moved the leader out: "Wait a minute, I really don't know about this matter. Let me tell our director."

Soon, a middle-aged man came to the small office next door.

He frowned slightly, his face full of majesty, and said, "What's going on?"

Ao Muyang said the matter again, and the director said, "Oh, I know about this. At that time, fake goods were sold in your village, and the stalls were revoked by us."

"Who gives you the power?" Ao Muyang asked hard, "You only have the authority to manage and maintain the stalls in this market, and there is no right to punish them, right?"

He knew very well that he had to be a troublemaker at this time. As long as he showed a hint of weakness or kindness, the other party would take advantage of the situation to suppress himself.

The director pointed out the responsibility: "This is a notice issued by the superior to us. We are just executors. If you have any opinions..."

"Of course I have an objection," said Ao Muyang, "Which level are you talking about? I attended a seminar jointly led by the Municipal Government and the Fisheries Bureau yesterday. At that time, I asked Director Dai of the Fisheries Bureau and Deputy Director He of your Industrial and Commercial Bureau, and they both said that this was not the case."

The director's frown was even more powerful. He thought Ao Muyang was fooling him, so he said with a cold face: "This matter is empty. Do you have any documents?"

Ao Muyang smiled and said, "You revoked the stalls in our village. Do you have any documents? Come on, take out the documents given to you by your superiors and let me see them."

The director glared at him and said, "I warn you, don't mess around, we can show the internal documents at will?"

Ao Muyang took out his cell phone and showed him a photo of himself with several leaders. After reading it, he opened the address book and showed the phone number: "Leader, you don't have to delay this matter. It must be resolved today. If you continue to fool me with false charges, I can only call the leaders above."

Seeing the group photo, the director muttered in his heart.

He didn't know the phone number displayed by Ao Muyang later. He was just the director of the Market Management Office. How could he contact the boss of the Fisheries Bureau and the boss of the Seven-War Sea of ​​the Industrial and Commercial Bureau?

He guessed that these calls were fake, and that the country bumpkin in front of him was fooling him, but what if it was true? What if the other party really called?

He dare not bear this risk. Once it is true, if the leaders are told together in a disgraceful incident, it will be miserable!

After weighing the pros and cons, he had to change his response: "Captain Ao, listen to me, we deprived the right to rent stalls in your village at that time because it was illegal for your stall to sell fake goods. Is this okay?"

Ao Muyang nodded: "Yes, this is OK. If you make a mistake, you will be beaten. I agree with this, but you can't beat us to death just because we make a mistake, right? This stall can't be given to us forever, right?"

The director spread his hands and said, "We don't want to never give it to you, but there is no stall to give it to you. Now there is a carrot and a pit. People have not made any mistakes, so we can't take back the right to use the stall."

He once again pushed the blame out and pushed it to other stall owners.

Ao Muyang laughed: "What if they sold fakes too?"

The director said: "If you can find this, then I will tell you now that we will definitely take back the right to use the stall to punish you."

Ao Muyang nodded: "Okay, this leader, why don't you go to the market with us?"

He brought Ao Daguo, Ao Qianxin, Ao Zhibing and others, all of whom were fishing masters in the village, especially the old Ao Zhibing. He was engaged in fishing and breeding, and had been exposed to seafood for more than half a century, and he could be said to have a pair of golden eyes.

When they arrived at the market, Ao Muyang went straight to a stall in Wangjia Village.

Most villages only have one stall in the market because the stalls here are too precious. At that time, the market opened and assigned a stall for each village, which was unbiased.

There are three or four stalls here in Wangjia Village, one of which belongs to Longtou Village. In the past, when the stalls were allocated, they were based on the location of the village. The stalls in Longtou Village and the stalls in Wangjia Village were neighbors.

Obviously, the stall in Longtou Village was taken back by the Wangjia Village Joint Market Management Office at that time, and Wangjia Village was then taken into his own hands.

The reason why Ao Muyang is so tough with the staff in the office is that he knows the trick of this matter. He has the confidence to face these managers because he believes that the other party’s butt is not clean!
Chapter completed!