"I have nothing to do with him, but I have something to do with him." Fang Yuchun opened his mouth with a smile and blew out a smoke ring.
"Looking for him?" Chu Heng looked over in surprise, waiting for the next words.
"You may not know that Fan Boyu's father is the director of the food factory." Fang Yuchun continued.
"I wonder why that kid is always so cool." Chu Heng looked surprised, and then curiously asked: "Why are you looking for him?"
Fang Yuchun glanced at Wei Jie next to him, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Hey, we are all on our own, and I am not afraid to tell you that I plan to move somewhere else recently, and I want to touch food first. Let’s take a look at the factory.”
"You old boy is so big-hearted. You, the deputy director of a local sugar factory, still want to be transferred to a large state-owned factory?" Chu Heng looked at him amused.
"It all depends on people." Fang Yuchun raised his hand to shake off the cigarette ashes, and asked with a smile: "How about it? Can you ask someone out? If this happens, I will cover your soda from now on."
Chu Heng took a puff of his cigarette, pondered for a moment, and said, "I can make an appointment, but I can't help with the rest. I don't know the grandson very well."
"That's it, you don't have to worry about someone making an appointment." Fang Yuchun waved his hand.
"Okay, then prepare the food and wine and wait for my good news." After saying that, Chu Heng stood up, planning to help him settle the matter today.
When Wei Jie saw this, he quickly stood up and prepared to leave with him.
Chu Heng stretched out his hand and pushed him back, glanced at Fang Yuchun next to him, and said with a smile: "You wait here, I will be back in a while, and we have to eat him no matter what we say today."
Wei Jie also had this intention and wanted to take this opportunity to make more friends, but he and Fang Yuchun were not familiar with each other, so he couldn't just stay like this, so he pretended to decline: "No, no, I have something else to do. "
"If you have something to do, just let it go for a while." Fang Yuchun walked up to him with a smile, held him back and said, "We are meeting for the first time. We need to have a good drink at noon today to keep in touch."
"If it works, I'll have a meal shamelessly." Wei Jie happened to take advantage of the slope to get off the donkey.
"You two can chat. I'll be back in an hour at most." Chu Heng looked at the time and saw that it was already late, so he hurriedly left the office.
The work unit of his friend who knew Fan Yubo was at the Briquette Factory in the west of the city, which was not too far from the sugar factory. He went out and got on his car and met someone there in less than 20 minutes.
Things went smoothly. When the other party heard that someone wanted to treat him, he happily agreed.
After Chu Heng agreed on the time and place with others, he chatted for a while, then got on the car and returned.
It was just past eleven o'clock when he returned to the sugar factory.
When Fang Yuchun heard that the matter had been settled, he was so happy that he led them towards Quanjude with a wave of his hand.
When I took a look at the place, I realized that they were cooking in a big pot instead!
Helpless, the few of them had no choice but to turn around, find a state-owned restaurant on the street, and have a drink.
Some are not very happy.
At almost two o'clock, Chu Heng returned to the grain store, closed the door, tore up the previous piece of letter paper that had been invalidated because his train of thought was interrupted, and started writing a love letter to his wife again.
Yinghong Azuma:
Showing the letter is like meeting.
Today I met some old friends and had a drink together. We ate stir-fried vegetables. Maybe the bastard chef's wife ran away with the salt seller. He was in a bad mood and put too much salt in, which almost killed you and me.
When I came back, I passed by a grocery store and saw watermelons for sale. I immediately thought of Azuma's fruit stand, and I couldn't help but miss you a lot more.
…
This love letter could be said to have been written in one go. He wrote five pieces of letter paper eloquently before giving up.
After the ink dried, I put the love letter away.
Chu Heng took out a blanket from the warehouse and spread it on the desk. Then he took off his white shirt, lay down on it with his bare upper body, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Director Chu's career has always been so dedicated and busy.
He slept until get off work. It was not until Aunt Han came to him to hand over that he got up in a daze.
"Hey, I drank too much at noon and I'm sleepy." Chu Heng smiled and made an excuse for himself, then took out his account book and counted the money receipts.
Standing aside, Aunt Han Lian rolled her eyes at him.
It's like you've never slept in the workplace without drinking!
Not long after, Chu Heng finished counting the money tickets, and after Han Lian finished signing, he left the grain store with the aggressive tortoise.
After arriving home, because he ate too much at noon and slept a long time, he was not very hungry for a while, so he made a cup of tea, turned on the radio, ran to the recliner and lay down his body.
Today’s song is White-Haired Girl, and I don’t know who sang it. The accent is just right, and the voice is ethereal and melodious.
"The north wind blows, the north wind blows, the snowflakes flutter, the snowflakes flutter. When the new year comes, the wind blows the snowflakes. Outside the door, the wind blows on the door and the door opens..."
As he was listening enthusiastically, the lovelorn Shazhu appeared outside the window with a slumped donkey face.
"You have enough time."
Chu Heng opened his eyes when he heard the sound and quickly greeted: "Brother Zhuzi is off work, come in and sit down."
"I won't sit down anymore." Silly Zhu shook his head, picked up the pork belly strips in his hand, and invited him: "Come to my place later and have a drink with my brother."
"Okay." Chu Heng thought that he had just fallen out of love and needed someone to talk to, so he agreed. Then he got up and went to the outhouse to fish out the turtle that was wandering in the basin, and handed it to Silly Zhu: " A buddy of mine gave it to me, just in time to add another side."
"This head is not small." Silly Zhu stared at the mung bean eyes of the tortoise in his hand. He always felt that Chu Heng was scolding him, but he had no evidence.
This is a sign of depression and must be treated as soon as possible...
After agreeing to have dinner on time at six o'clock, Shazhu returned to the middle courtyard carrying the tortoise that had given him a lot of pressure.
Chu Heng, on the other hand, began to make plans in advance, thinking about how to enlighten Silly Zhu so that he could regain his health.
Alas, it would be great if the future generations could spend hundreds of dollars on a love affair and let him realize the cheapness of love, and then there would be no worries at all. Why would it be so troublesome?
The clock was ticking and it was six o'clock in the blink of an eye.
Chu Heng stubbed out the cigarette butt in his hand and swayed out of the house, shirtless.
Since a tortoise had already appeared, he didn't bring anything else and went empty-handed.
Not long after, he arrived at the door of Shazhu's house, and then heard Qin Huairu's soft voice.
"Silly Zhu, please bring me some of this meat. The children at home will be hungry for it."
"It won't work today. Tsuneko is coming soon. We'll have to drink and dine with you. Next time, next time, will it work?"
"Oh, you two can eat as much as you want, but then there's still a bastard?"
"That thing doesn't have much meat. It'll be gone in just three or two bites."
"Then do you think it's okay? You get me some meat, and I'll scramble some eggs for you later."
"Don't your eggs still go well with me? Are you going to trade my things with me?"
