Chapter 150 is smelly and long
“Second uncle, it’s not that I’m stingy, it’s just that there aren’t many of these things left, so use them as little as possible.”
Chu Heng didn’t say no. Here, after explaining the difficulty first, he asked Chu Jianshe: "Can you tell me what it is used for?"
"I used to have a leader who wanted to move up, but there was always someone above. Is he stuck? Give me the answer."
Chu Jianshe paused for a moment, hesitating whether he should tell the truth, but then he thought that his nephew was now in the house, so he whispered: " I heard that the woman was very bold when she was young, but now the men in the family are not so good, so we want to try to see if we can start from this aspect. Don’t spread this matter to others!”
"Female?"
Chu Heng blinked, the amount of information was a bit large.
He really wanted to ask, is this wine for the men in the woman’s family, or is it for your boss?
I was afraid of being beaten, so I felt uncomfortable and could only hold it in.
"Okay, how much do you want?" Since it was a big deal, Chu Heng could only agree. The leader of his second uncle was living a good life, and his second uncle would naturally be living a good life, too. It's not like following Zhan Guang.
Seeing that his nephew agreed, Chu Hengshe breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "No need for more, just a pound first."
"First?"
Chu Heng suddenly rolled his eyes and said with a bitter smile: "You mean you still need it in the future? There really aren't many of those things left. "
"If it really works, I'll definitely want more."
Chu Jianshe was confident in his nephew and said with a smile: "You try to get as much as you can, and whatever is lacking, follow it. The second uncle said, I will solve it for you.”
"Let me take a look." Chu Heng sighed helplessly, took a few sips, and decided to go to the pigeon market to find the old man selling wine in the next few days to see if he could give him the recipe he had. Get it.
In the past, he didn't have enough confidence to think about this.
Second uncle didn’t say anything this time. Do you want to tell him what is missing?
Then let’s smash it!
If you want money, give money, and if you want an official, give an official. I don’t believe that the old man won’t be tempted!
The uncle and nephew talked about other things for a while, and the time soon reached 1:30. They packed up and went to the conference room together.
I also met several other leaders of the institute on the way. Chu Jianshe introduced them to Chu Heng, who seemed familiar to them.
The group of people talked and laughed all the way, and after turning a few corners, they came to a large bungalow located in the northeast corner of the Grain Management Office.
The layout of the room is very simple. There is a long table on the innermost rostrum, and four chairs are placed behind the table, which are prepared for the senior officials in the office.
Below are rows of small wooden benches, prepared for the young people attending the meeting.
Very period.
What Chu Heng criticized was that there was a briquette stove in such a big house of only 300 square meters, and the temperature inside was not much warmer than outside!
Can we add more stoves?
You make others think that we can’t afford coal!
He walked tremblingly to the audience, found a seat in the last row of benches with no nails exposed, and then smoked a cigarette in the presence of the old man, pretending to be transparent in a low-key manner.
As time went by, there were more and more people in the conference room, and some people were sitting carelessly in the front row. These were basically senior leaders.
Like Chu Heng, there were also people who consciously touched the back row, and they were all young people.
Look at how many inscriptions there are, even a meeting has to be typed and discussed.
Chu Heng fully demonstrated his attributes as a pimp. He politely handed out cigarettes, chatted for a few words, and quickly became mingled with the people around him.
It didn’t take long for everyone to arrive.
The four big guys in the institute also sat down one by one. The first one to speak was naturally the director, He Siming. He was about fifty years old, a little thin, with thin hair, and a pair of thick glasses on the bridge of his nose.
I saw him take out a stack of manuscript paper first, and then took a drink to moisten his throat, and then he spoke. The content was somewhat insignificant, just a summary of the work of the past year.
The article is full of nonsense, like an old woman's foot wrap, smelly and long. It was the first time Chu Heng attended such a meeting that he felt sleepy, but he couldn't fall asleep at all.
Without him, it would be too cold.
This time he finally understood why there was only a briquette stove in the conference room!
A long and long time passed.
Director He finally finished speaking, his lips were a little white and peeling.
Seeing this, Chu Heng let out a sigh of relief. He was also convinced. For such a trivial matter, he actually continued to bang for more than an hour!
In fact, not only was he annoyed, but none of the people around him liked to hear it, and they all let out a long sigh of relief.
At this time, Chu Jianshe also picked up his speech, and his side was much faster.
Three things, one is to reduce the loss during grain transportation and storage this year. From now on, a comparison will be made every quarter. The grain stores with the most losses will be notified of criticism and the payment of bonuses and other benefits will be reduced.
The second is to launch a week-long rat eradication operation starting tomorrow, and each grain store must hand over 100 rat carcasses.
The third thing is a clear-mouthed, one-shot competition. We encourage everyone to actively participate and strive to get a good ranking for the institute.
The matter was finished in less than twenty minutes, and then another deputy director picked up the manuscript, talked about various problems that occurred in various departments and grain stores, and called on everyone to speak actively and join the discussion. Come up with solutions.
It was more than an hour...
The big guys just finished singing and I came on stage. The meeting didn't end until after five o'clock.
No food is provided, everyone goes back to their own homes to solve their own problems.
As in later generations, after a meeting, people would meet in small groups to have a meal together, to keep in touch with each other, and so on, but there is none here.
No one is rich, and a restaurant costs a few dollars. Who can afford to invite that person if they don’t have serious business?
When Chu Heng was about to leave the Grain Management Office, his second uncle invited him to eat at his house. He didn't go because he didn't want to go, so he got on the car and left.
On the way back, he made a special detour and went to the grain store to have a look.
At this time, the shop has been closed, and only General Iron is left to look after the house. The door and windows are equipped with thick rebared steel fences. If anyone wants to steal from here this time, don't make a big fuss. It's impossible to get in.
Chu Heng went up to take a look and saw that all parts were strong, so he felt relieved and went home.
As soon as he entered the hospital, the third lady greeted him enthusiastically: "Director Chu is back, it's quite late today."
"Go to the institute for a meeting." The director's voice made Chu Heng feel very comfortable. He smacked his lips, and while pushing the cart inside, he said hypocritically: "I said, Third Madam, can you Don't call the director director, listen to me It’s awkward, we’re still the same as before.”
“That’s not possible, you are the leader, and you are getting married right now, so it is not appropriate to call him Hengzi.” The third lady is not stupid, the leader can do it. Do you believe it all?
Pushing the cart under the window and locking it, Chu Heng took out the key and entered the house.
Not long after the fire was lit, the second uncle of the Central Court came after hearing that he was back.
The old man is a pure fan of old officials. He has wanted to be an official for most of his life, but he has never been able to do so. He has no other purpose in coming here. He just wants to get close to the leader and get official aura.
Asking for votes.
Gone.
(End of this chapter)