After seeing off the happy Evema after getting the money, Chu Heng turned around and drove his almost iconic black Volga back to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
Last night, the old man Ji Yeji called him and said that he had found a good person and wanted him to take a look. Chu Heng made an appointment at the shop next to Gaoling Studio that had been renovated but not yet listed at noon today. Meet.
It was almost eleven o'clock now, and it was too much trouble to go home for dinner, so he planned to go to the ministry cafeteria to have a meal, and then go to the shop to wait for someone.
Speeding all the way, the street scene is colorful.
Not long after, Chu Heng drove to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
"Team Leader Chu!"
As soon as he got off the car, a greeting came to his ears. Chu Heng felt that it sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was. He looked up in confusion and saw a middle-aged woman in simple clothes standing in the office building with a smile. Looking down at him, he was one of the writers who wrote Ivy's autobiography. He couldn't remember his specific name.
But it doesn't matter. Chu Heng immediately put on a very business-like smile on his face, waved his hand and said with concern: "Hey! How is it? Are you still adapting to the new job?"
After the autobiography was finalized yesterday, he asked Yin Gao to arrange for these people to join the ministry. This was something that had been planned for a long time, so it was done quickly. In just one afternoon, a group of people joined the ministry. Elderly care sector.
There is no way, although most of them are capable, but after all their status..., so they can't get into positions that are too important, so they can only find some less important positions first.
"It's pretty good." The weather-beaten woman didn't feel dissatisfied with her talent, but smiled very contentedly and said, "I just sort out the information every day when I have nothing to do. I'm much better than before."
"That's good, I'm afraid you won't get used to it." Chu Heng walked up happily, chatted with the woman for a few words, made an appointment to celebrate together in a few days, and then left gracefully under her grateful eyes.
After a while, he came to the office.
There has been a lot of work in the group in the past few days. Everyone is busy, so there are not many people in the office. At this time, he is as tired as a dog, leaning on the chair and sticking out his tongue. Qian Ding and He have just finished class and are drinking water. Li Jiangqi and Li Jiangqi are both present.
Chu Heng didn't bother to say hello to Li Jiangqi, who looked at him with disgust. He walked towards Qian Ding in confusion, handed over a cigarette, and asked, "What's wrong, old Qian? You're so tired."
"Oh, don't mention it." Qian Ding sat up with a groan, took the cigarette, took a long breath of smoke, and sighed: "It's not because of Jiang Fanghao, he got another piece of grape yesterday. Yuan, I've been busy wiping his butt today, and I've been rubbing my tongue all morning, and my tongue is still spinning."
"Really? Where is it?" Chu Heng's eyes suddenly lit up.
"No, I mean, team leader, shouldn't you care about me first? Are you almost exhausted if you don't look at me?" Qian Ding looked over with resentment.
"You're not dead yet? Don't worry. When you die, I will give you the status of a martyr and bring you blessings for your descendants." Chu Heng patted him on the shoulder and asked: "Tell me, Vineyard where?"
"Where else could it be, Yantai?" Qian Ding rolled his eyes at this black-hearted guy who was more of a capitalist than a capitalist. He opened his mouth and complained loudly: "This grandson of Lao Jiang really doesn't care about the lives of his brothers in the rear. He's driving It's great to open up a new territory, but we old brothers are almost exhausted. Grape picking, equipment debugging and installation, relationship mobilization, everything is full of things."
"Keep it up, just get through this period and it will be fine. Everything is difficult at the beginning."
Chu Heng gave a few dry words of comfort, and then asked Qian Ding about the specific situation and progress of the work of all parties. Unknowingly, it was lunch time, so the two of them walked to the canteen while carrying their lunch boxes and chatting.
Miss Li still followed leisurely, with a perfect face that was not inferior to that of Ni Yinghong, a well-shaped figure, and a gentle and graceful temperament. It felt like farts should smell good.
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At twelve o'clock at noon, Chu Heng, who had eaten and drank enough, drove out of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and went to the shop next door, ready to meet the people Ji Ye had found.
"Tu tu tu tu!"
The car soon stopped outside the shop next to Gao Ling's studio.
The two Gao sisters who were resting and chatting in the room immediately stood up and sneakily ran to the door, revealing their longing heads.
They also heard the news and knew that people would come to the jewelry store today, and they were all curious about what they would be like.
Chu Heng had no idea about the two sisters. He got out of the car and took out the keys and went to the door of the shop, unlocked it and walked in.
The decoration of this shop is similar to that of the one next door. It is also a reception room in the front with a slightly warmer furnishing. There is a workshop and a warehouse at the back. The only difference is that in the warehouse there is a large safe that requires two shells to open. It is used for Used to hold materials and finished products.
Chu Heng walked around the room, then returned to the sofa in the front room and sat down. He took a book, lit a cigarette, and waited boredly.
He was not made to wait too long. After more than ten minutes, there was a noise outside.
"Is this the piece?"
"It should be. He said it's right next to this studio. I've also seen him drive this car."
"Then go in and have a look."
Amidst the chatter, Old Man Ji walked into the shop first, followed by more than ten people, both men and women. They were not too old, the oldest looked about thirty.
In order to benefit from Chu Heng's offer, this old guy visited many old friends in the same industry on his bicycle during this period. He almost traveled all over the Forty-Nine City before he found these talented juniors.
Seeing that Chu Heng was indeed here, Ji Ye hurriedly stepped forward and said with a smile on his face: "Wait a minute, leader."
"No, I just got here too." Chu Heng smiled at him, turned around and looked at the people who followed the old man in. He didn't bother to be polite and said directly: "Where are the things? Show them to me."
"Here, here." The old man quickly took out a stack of paper from his bag and handed it over.
"I'll take a look first. You can sit wherever you like."
After Chu Heng took the things, he pointed to the place beside him, then lowered his head and looked at the drawing in his hand.
People in the room looked at each other, but no one dared to sit down. They all looked at him nervously.
At the same time, the Gao sisters also walked around the door as if inadvertently, glanced at the people in the room, and then ran back quickly.
After Chu Heng read more than ten drawings in a row, his brows gradually wrinkled, and he felt increasingly disappointed.
Perhaps it was because of the limitations of his vision. Although the designs he had seen in the drawings were all beautiful, they were all very traditional. Even if there were occasional novelties, they were far from the kind of people he wanted. The moment my eyes lit up, I immediately wanted to buy it.
"Why."
He sighed softly and continued to look through other drawings, hoping for surprises.
But this sigh also made other people's hearts sink, and they became more and more nervous. Some people's palms became sweaty.
After a while, Chu Heng, who had been sullen and silent, suddenly pulled out a drawing with surprise on his face and asked the people there: "Who designed this?"
"It belongs to someone else."
A young man stood up, with a pale face and a slender figure. He pinched his orchid fingers when he spoke, and his voice was a little high-pitched. He looked effeminate.
But she is an old sister-in-law!
