The person who answered the phone was Little Gu from the police station.
Ever since we stopped going to Greenleaf's people, I'd been in touch with Little Gu less often. We didn't cross paths at work, and we had no contact otherwise.
Transferring a property owner's household registration, registering their new residence, and processing their property deed all fell within the demolition office's purview. I knew the procedures, so Little Gu didn't need to explain them to me.
In fact, whenever we signed a contract with a property owner, we explained all this and even printed out a list of the steps for everyone.
Still, not many people probably paid attention. Most only went to the police station once they remembered they had something to take care of. People like that usually had to make several trips before they got everything done.
There was no helping it. If they hadn't learned the procedures beforehand, how could they just stroll into the police station with their hands in their pockets and expect the officer in charge of household registration to handle everything for them? At the very least, they had to bring all the required documents and paperwork before the station could process anything.
After hearing a few words from Little Gu, I'd already guessed what sort of situation he was dealing with.
"I'll head over to the police station, then. I'll talk to that person." I felt a little sorry for Little Gu.
Little Gu was there, and Director Mao was there too. The fact that he'd called me suggested things were a little hard to explain.
"No need. Are you at Workers and Peasants Sixth Village? Or should I come find you instead?" Little Gu said. "I'll bring the person over. It's only a few steps away. I'm not