After Hu Yu got Guan Xi's signature, he personally escorted Guan Xi to the elevator and then returned to the office.
Jun Ziyi just walked out.
Hu Yu asked directly: "Ziyi, why are you worried about Guan Xi?"
Jun Ziyi said: "I didn't embarrass her. Have you read the revenue forecast of the Changlefang project? It is expected to be a net loss in the next three years. What can the cultural industry do? Looking at the country, which cultural industry can become a The company's supporting profit? How can I take this project to Mr. Shi and ask for a director?"
Hu Yu smiled: "If we hadn't worked together for many years, I would have believed it."
Jun Ziyi also smiled, her eyebrows curved.
She and Hu Yu were recruited at the same time as Yuecheng Company.
Hu Yu said: "You were the one who actively planned to set up the director position for the Changlefang project, and now you are freezing this position. Let me guess." She tapped the wall with her index finger, "Your base is in Yuecheng. Since you don’t consider being promoted to the group, you don’t want Guan Xi to use his own group resources in exchange.”
"Expressing dissatisfaction because the position is occupied?" Hu Yu shook his head, "Yu Ben would do this, but you are not such a person."
Yu Ben is a direct descendant of Shi Yuan, and he has followed Shi Yuan all the way up. He is young and has little exposure to intrigues and deceit.
Jun Ziyi smiled and nodded: "Thank you. We are all mature professionals, so why bother."
She thought for a while and commented: "Guan Xi is quite skillful."
Hu Yu said: "Because you prefer Pan Qiaomu in your heart, because he is your direct descendant, so you don't want Guan Xi to put pressure on him. Since the personnel and general office are merged, your management scope is larger, so you need more Help from your own people, right?”
Jun Ziyi smiled and said nothing, indicating acquiescence.
Jun Ziyi added: "Ayu, when is your specific date of resignation? We need to clearly hand over the personnel work."
Hu Yu received the rank and salary of a regional vice president from the new company, so he had long looked down on losing the competition with Jun Ziyi.
What's more, she is Jun Ziyi and she has a good father.
"Of course it's no problem." Hu Yu said with a smile, "We will keep in touch in the future."
…
Guan Xi parked the car in the parking space of the shopping mall.
Although the houses in Xiguan are old, they are in a good location. Coming out of the shopping mall, passing through a subway entrance, crossing a smooth road, and then walking through a long dirt road full of banyan trees, you entered Changlefang directly.
If we want to continue to develop the economy in such an area, we cannot avoid the problem of urban aging.
"How to demolish and how to build" is urgent.
The old house still has colorful Manchurian windows, but the colors have faded over time. The setting sun passed through the color-blocked glass, and red, yellow, and blue light spots fell on Guan Xi's face.
The original intention of developing commerce is to facilitate people's lives. But who would have thought that with the prosperity of the commercial district, people's lives would be changed by business.
In the tide of the times, there are always people who are not drowned.
The sound of tinkling copper could be heard in the distance.
Uncle Sun, who was making copper, saw Guan Xi and stopped the hammer in his hand: "Miss Guan! Come and get a grapefruit to eat! It's so sweet!"
Lao Xiguan was once very famous for its hand-made bronze wares.
Uncle Sun was a copper craftsman when he was young: "When I was young, all the copperware was sold to Japan! Look at it now! It's the other way around! Japanese copperware is sold to us! Guess how much it costs!" Uncle Sun held out a piece of copperware. Finger, "18,000!"
Uncle Sun's great-nephew came back from the United States to visit relatives. He stopped in Japan and bought a Japanese copper kettle for Uncle Sun, which directly aroused Uncle Sun's desire to win.
He picked up a grapefruit from his feet and handed it to Guan Xi: "The one with a red heart is sweet."
Guan Xi took it: "Your great-nephew is interested."
Uncle Sun's uncle went overseas to work as a laborer in his early years, and now his great-nephew is the fourth generation of overseas Chinese. The young man heard the voice and poked his head out from the second floor. He clearly had a Chinese face, but showed a standard American smile with 18 teeth:
"Hello! Have you eaten? I love China!"
It's hard to bear to look at the nonsense.
He was born and raised in the United States, and his Chinese is limited to this, but he knows that China has the Dragon Boat Festival and the Mid-Autumn Festival. During the Dragon Boat Festival, he will go to Chinatown to buy mugwort. He also knows that in his hometown of Xiguan, they give each other grapefruits to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Human beings celebrate first and then speak. Customs have power beyond language.
Uncle Sun said with a bit of joy and a bit of anger: "Banana boy! Fortunately, I know how to pick up the grapefruit, and I didn't completely forget the root."
Guan Xi looked at the Xiguan Tongzi Tower behind Uncle Sun and hesitated: "Is he used to living there?"
Uncle Sun shook his head: "I can't get used to living here, so I'll stay in a hotel tomorrow."
That's normal.
The tube buildings here have three floors, with one floor about 40 square meters. The house is very old. The wooden beams of the mortise and tenon structure are covered with tiles, and it leaks when it rains. Those who moved away moved away, and those who left the country went abroad. The roofs of the empty houses collapsed and were overgrown with weeds.
Uncle Sun said: "This is the house built by my grandfather. All the children in my uncle's family have a share. This is also his home."
However, the great-nephew winked at Guan Xi and said in English with a grimace: "There is no toilet at home!"
Almost none of the old houses in Changlefang have toilets, so you have to go to public toilets for daily convenience.
But such a house cannot be demolished.
"Demolish it? How to demolish it?" Uncle Sun said, "My grandfather built this house. The whole family has a share. I can't make the decision. I know that if it is demolished, I can divide the money, but I only have a little bit left in my hand. I I can’t even afford a house!”
Guan Xi said: "How about renovating it? It will make it more comfortable to live in."
Uncle Sun sighed: "It will cost four to five hundred thousand to renovate. I live in this house and I will pay for the repairs, but my share of the house will not change. Miss Guan, four to five hundred thousand is not a small amount. If I renovate this house, this house will be renovated." Or should it be demolished?”
Guan Xi remained silent. Uncle Sun joked: "Miss Guan is a rich person, so she must not be used to living there."
Are you not used to living here?
"I grew up in a shantytown." Guan Xi's voice was calm.
Uncle Sun laughed loudly: "Miss Guan, you have such a good temperament, how could you grow up in a shantytown? It's not like that."
Guan Xi smiled and left with Yuzi.
Her nose seemed to smell rust again.
Guan Xi spent his childhood amid the wave of layoffs in the north. Factories closed down one after another. Some people sold equipment and some sold land. A small number of people have made a fortune, but most people have been drowned by the times.
The giant turned around and the building collapsed. Unemployed workers held a sit-in in Red Flag Square, while children who didn’t understand anything were running up and down the abandoned factory to play. The forgotten iron can was as high as four or five stories high and was covered with thick dark brown rust. The scaffolding rotates up and down. The footsteps thumped on the steel, like an old man's call.
People become silent when they get old, and the same goes for cities when they get old.
But if you step hard, it will also scream.
Uncle Sun's men exerted force, and the sound of clanking copper sounded again.
…
During dinner time, the neighborhood was very lively, with people going out to eat, people sitting on the roadside chatting, people coming back from exercising in the park, and people cooking. Someone is steaming sausage rice, and the whole street is filled with a sweet and salty aroma.
But at this time, Chen Ji Tang Shui didn't even open the door, and the sounds of arguing floated down from the second floor of the old arcade, mixed with vague sobs.
Guan Xi raised his head and saw the worried face of Grandma Jin on the third floor.
When Uncle Jiang came back from closing the stall, the narrow patio was filled to the brim with carts. Guan Xi opened the iron door and heard Jiang Bo shaking his head and sighing to the neighbors: "...I don't even have breakfast, but I have the nerve to let Jia Xian take care of the family. Who can treat their daughter so badly..."
"Then when I was little, I started running errands for my family and looking after stores."
"It's a sin."
The sound of smashing things was heard, and several neighbors stopped talking and looked upstairs at "Chen Ji Tang Shui".
Until the evening, "Chen Ji Tang Shui" did not open its doors, leaving many neighbors who were accustomed to spending time in the Tang Shui shop with nowhere to go.
