"Okay, I get it!"
The old man quickly finished the call, then turned to look at Huang Mingfeng, wondering why the factory director asked him to be more polite to this person from a small and broken grain management office, and even went downstairs to greet him personally.
"No problem. Just wait a moment. I'll open the door for you right now."
Full of doubts, the old man came out of the house with a smile on his face, took out the key and opened the door, and carefully reminded: "The tallest building in the courtyard is our factory office building. You can just go there, our factory director." Waiting downstairs."
"Oh, okay, thank you for that!"
Huang Mingfeng hurried back to the car and directed the driver to drive to the factory yard.
"Boom boom boom!"
The army-green liberation vehicle spewed black smoke all the way. After turning a few turns in the wide factory area, it arrived at the office building.
At this time, factory director Pang Yu had already led two factory cadres to wait downstairs, smiling at the liberation truck that was pulling in a group of young men with guns and live ammunition.
If it is someone from another grain management office, it is naturally not worthy of Pang Yu, the big factory director, to receive him in person. But if the other person is from Chu Heng, then he has to pay more attention to it, otherwise if the people below him make trouble because of the other person's identity, If something unpleasant happened, he wouldn't be able to explain it to that man later.
Soon, the car stopped in front of the building.
Huang Mingfeng hurriedly got out of the car and walked forward quickly, with a slightly reserved smile on his face.
This is a large state-owned factory, and its level is much higher than that of their grain management office.
"Hello, hello, I am Huang Mingfeng, deputy director of the Sixth District Grain Management Office."
"Hello, Huang Suo, I am Pang Yu, the director of the steel rolling mill. Welcome you."
"Thank you, thank you. We are really a little scared to bother you to go downstairs in person."
"Hahaha, if you are talking about where you are, you should, let's go, comrades, let's go upstairs."
For the sake of Chu Heng, Pang Yu enthusiastically invited Huang Mingfeng and his party upstairs, poured tea, offered cigarettes, and waited politely for a while. Soon, the finance department gave him the four thousand yuan he had promised before. The money was delivered.
After Huang Mingfeng led Bai Hongyang to give the other party a large IOU, he declined Pang Yu's invitation to stay with them for lunch, and left the steel rolling mill with the other party still sending him off warmly.
"Tsk, tsk."
After the car drove out of the factory gate, Bai Hongyang, who was holding a bag of money in the cab, turned around and sent them to the door. Pang Yu, who had just turned back, grinned and said, "This is the first time I have borrowed money from someone like this." Yes, good guy, this is called being proactive, as if you are afraid that I won’t want you.”
"Haha, now you understand what it means to enjoy the shade under a big tree, right?" Huang Mingfeng laughed and patted him on the shoulder.
"Understood!"
Bai Hongyang nodded deeply.
As the purse strings of the Grain Management Office, he is the one who knows best the conveniences that Chu Heng will bring after he takes office.
Apart from anything else, at least there was never a shortage of money.
…
Two days flew by in the blink of an eye.
In the past few days, Huang Mingfeng and the others' bill collection process went smoothly as expected. No matter where they went, the other party treated them with great courtesy, served them with good tea and cigarettes, and was very happy when giving money. unambiguous.
It can be said to be quite easy.
Similarly, there were no accidents in Su Chen's land acquisition work.
The food factory was very cooperative. On the morning of his arrival, the two pieces of land that Chu Hengxiang had chosen were under the name of the Sixth District Grain Management Office, and they didn't spend a penny.
As for the demolition work of the two workers who entered the family compound, he didn't bother much.
As soon as the residents heard that they could exchange their bungalows for a building, and that the rent would be reimbursed after they rented the house, they all seemed happy. No compensation, no mobilization and persuasion were used, and they went to the Grain Management Office on the day they received the notice. With the help of the food factory convoy, I happily packed up my belongings and took the car away.
I don’t know how many future generations of developers I will envy to death.
…
In the early morning of this morning, the golden sun shone all over the earth. Smoke from cooking stoves floated from all over the city, carrying the scent of rice. Birds that got up early to look for food were standing in front of and behind the house, on the wall and on the treetops, chirping. They were discussing whose family had the richest meals.
"Whoa whoa whoa!"
In the Chu family courtyard, the loud cries of Chu Zhecheng, who had been awakened by urine, could be heard.
"Oh, this little ancestor really knows how to choose the right time!"
Ni Yinghong, who was squatting on the verandah and brushing her teeth, reluctantly put her toothbrush and toothbrush aside, and hurried to Yang Guizhi's house with a mouthful of milky white toothpaste foam on her head.
Qin Jingru, who was squatting aside, looked at her lips and blinked her eyes, letting out a strange laugh and shaking her body.
"What are you laughing at?"
The eldest cousin looked at Ni Yinghong and Qin Jingru, her beautiful head was full of question marks.
"Want to know?" Qin Jingru leaned over with a sly smile and whispered a few words in her ear.
"Hey, that's disgusting!"
The eldest cousin pushed her away and hurried back to her room with a blushing face.
"Hahaha!"
Qin Jingru laughed shamelessly and looked at her with pity in her eyes.
"Squeak!"
At this time, Chu Heng opened the bedroom door and came out. Seeing this girl smiling so happily, he joked: "What? With such a smile, I can see your stomach."
"It's nothing." Qin Jingru didn't intend to share such private talk between women with him. She shook her head with a smile and urged: "Hurry up and wash up, brother, dinner will be served soon."
"knew."
Chu Heng curled his lips and turned back to the house to get the toiletries.
Around seven o'clock, the family had breakfast, and the four of them, Chu Heng and Ni Yinghong, who needed to go to work, also set off from home.
"Drive slower."
"Hey, you should also look at the way."
After waving goodbye at the door, Chu Heng hurriedly turned around and got into the Volga. However, he did not start the car immediately. Instead, he looked down at his pants, and then suddenly said: "Why is Duan Fengchun always looking at me? It turns out the zipper is not there." pull."
After quickly zipping up, Chu Heng started the car and drove quickly out of Banchang Alley.
Today, he did not go to the Grain Management Office to take charge, but went straight to the Engineering Bureau.
Yesterday afternoon, Chu Heng received a call from Qian Jiazhi, informing him that Qian Jiefang's sixth uncle Qian Jiaming had returned and asked him to meet him today.
After the car arrived at the place, Chu Heng looked at the middle-aged man in the room outside the door that he had met the last time he came here. He stuck his head out of the car window, waved his hand and said with a smile: "Master, please open the door if you are tired. I have something to do." trip."
The middle-aged man looked at him solemnly, opened the window of the bathroom, and said firmly: "I'm sorry, comrade, you can't go in."
"Um?"
Chu Heng, who had his hands on the shift paddles, couldn't help but froze for a moment and asked in surprise: "Why can't I get in?"
"There's no reason, I just can't come in!" The middle-aged man shook his head with a stern face.
"Hey, what do you mean?" Chu Heng frowned, looked at the middle-aged man who didn't know what was going on, and asked again: "Your director is looking for me, but I can't come in?"
"The director is looking for you? Then I'll ask you later." The middle-aged man looked at him warily, picked up the phone and dialed. After confirming with the other party, he said to Chu Heng with a straight face: "Are you here? Just wait, someone will pick you up later."
"Pick me up?" Chu Heng was even more confused, wondering why he could get in after registering several times before. Why did it take so much trouble this time?
new rule?
"Comrade!"
At this moment, a young man came over on a bicycle, took out his work permit and handed it to the middle-aged man: "I am from the pickle factory and I am here to see you, Director Hao."
"Here, let's register here." The middle-aged man handed over a notebook, and after he finished registering, he put it in.
Chu Heng, who witnessed the whole process, immediately got angry and shouted: "Hey, no, what do you mean? Why can he enter after registering, but I can't?"
"You two are different!" The middle-aged man looked at him with resentful eyes. It was this guy who caused him to lose his bonus this month!
That’s two and a half dollars!
A month’s worth of cigarettes!
