Goldfinger is the emotional headline system

Chapter 65-68

Chapter 65

Jiang Yunting, who was far away in Jiangzhou City, looked at the pile of things popping up on the ground and the sign that read 'Supporting Third Front Construction' standing on the top of the things.

Someone donated supplies to them, and to be honest, he was really happy. Because apart from them, there are millions of people who know that there is a group of people who are silently carrying out the first, second and third line construction.

But -

every time I send something to him, he is happy in his heart and happy for the people under his command, but the envious and jealous looks of his comrades make him sour to death. Now when he goes out to a meeting, he will be shouted at with a few words of "Lao Jiang" "Is this really bad luck?" "Lao Jiang, could it be something given to you by one of your relatives?"

Who knows? He didn't figure out who sent it. The kind person came and went without a trace. The higher authorities even asked experts in investigation to investigate but nothing was found. He alone What can a big old man know?

Relatives at home? Ha, besides the fact that his wife does have quite a lot of money hidden away, what other rich relatives does he have? My parents are rich, but they spend more than half of their salary every month to support veterans who need help, soldiers who have been discharged due to injuries, and widows and orphans left behind by soldiers who sacrificed their lives.

To be honest, his parents really didn't have much money, and his family couldn't afford so many things. We have no money and no means, and supplies are scarce everywhere now. Even if we steal and rob, we can't get that much.

"Commander-in-Chief, what about these things..." The person next to him paused to hide his excitement. He did not say the rest of the words, but asked: "Do you want the pigs and sheep to be raised in the pig pen first?" "

They didn't have a pigsty here originally. The kind man built it overnight after he sent the supplies for the first time. Now it can be used every year."

Jiang Yunting knew what he meant, and he was also excited. No matter how he said it or how the superiors distributed it, the people of Jiangzhou City would not be left behind. They would eventually have a share.

He looked at the things in front of him, took a deep breath in his mind, and kept calm: "Keep it up first, I'll call the higher-ups."

He thanked the kindhearted people for their anonymous donations, but then he was busy again. Apart from anything else, since well-wishers donated supplies, he has written an average of two inspection reports a month, not for anything else but to see if he can find any clues here. Thinking of the first time he was called to drink tea several times, Jiang Yunting, a strong-willed middle-aged man, almost shed tears.

The food is very good, including rice, white flour, corn, soybeans, sorghum, potatoes and sweet potatoes, various vegetables and fruits, as well as live sheep, pigs, chickens, ducks, goose, fish and various eggs.

Rich and nutritious.

In recent years, thanks to the support of this group of kind-hearted people, their third-line construction soldiers and workers have been eating well and nutritious. Because his father is in a high position, he himself is not at a low level. He also knows a lot about the third-tier construction in other parts of the country. He knows that the TA has not only given it to them here, but also all over the country.

Some people want to find him, some want to protect him, but in the end no one has seen him, and they don't know how he transported so many things to this mountain.

There must be a means of transportation to transport so many things, but there are no traces, let alone ruts, and no human footprints can be seen. It once made some superstitious people think that they had encountered a ghost.