Chapter 152 Let him go
Chen Guang Xiwei.
After a sweet night's sleep, Director Chu climbed out of bed refreshed, had a quick meal and then rode to Pigeon Market.
He was going to find the old wine seller and get the prescription in his hand.
In the hazy morning light and the biting cold wind, Director Chu rushed all the way and arrived at the place in less than twenty minutes.
Compared with years ago, the pigeon market at this time was much deserted, with a few stalls and scattered customers, which looked very depressed.
After all, during that time a year ago, everyone bought everything they should buy, so who would still be wandering around here if they had nothing to do?
Ergou didn't even ask for goods from him, which shows how bad the business was at this time.
After Chu Heng found a place to put away his bicycle, he hurriedly entered the pigeon market.
The result was very disappointing. He walked around a lot but didn't find the old man selling wine. I don't know whether it was because business was not doing well or something, but the old man didn't come to the stall.
"Hey!"
Chu Heng sighed helplessly, thinking that he had already come, so he went to the ticket seller to buy some tickets, and then rode back home.
It's only after six o'clock now, it's too early to go to the work.
There was no rush this time. He wandered all the way and didn't get home until nearly seven o'clock.
After entering the house, he lit the fire again, made himself a cup of tea, and sat by the stove leisurely reading the Royal Secret Records of Dongxuanzi.
He spent several days working on this book before borrowing it from the old man.
The content is very exciting, some are like YY articles in later Internet articles. It tells the story of a Taoist named Dong Xuanzi who used the convenience of making elixirs for the emperor to have affairs with the concubines in the harem... …
While he was reading, the hungover Xu Damao finally woke up. He rubbed his aching head and was about to get up to relieve himself, but as soon as he moved, he felt a burst of pain coming from his lower abdomen. Pain.
"Hiss!"
He frowned and lifted the quilt, and saw that his lower abdomen was red and swollen. He grinned and pulled the red-faced daughter-in-law beside him, and asked her: "Ezi, Ezi, did I fight with Tsuneko last night?”
"You're as drunk as a dead dog, what's the point of fighting?" Lou Xiao'e opened her eyes lazily.
"Then why is my belly swollen?" Xu Damao asked confused.
"Oh... you fell." Lou Xiao'e turned away with a guilty conscience and did not dare to look at her husband.
“You can’t drink like this anymore after drinking this little wine.” Xu Damao shook his head in annoyance, then got up and got out of bed.
……
Time passed by in a hurry, and it was seven forty in a blink of an eye.
Chu Heng looked at his watch, put down the book without finishing, resealed the stove, then took his bag and went out to work.
When we arrived at the unit, Miss Ni was already here, cleaning the office diligently, singing a melodious ditty, and seemed to be in a good mood.
He quietly walked behind the girl in the aisle, and suddenly stretched out his hand to hug her slender waist: "Comrade Ni is very hardworking."
"You are here." Ni Yinghong looked back. Looking at him, a happy smile appeared on her flawless face, she leaned back slightly, leaning in his arms, rubbing and rubbing.
"Kiss." Chu Heng's heart felt hot and he slowly lowered his head.
Ni Yinghong smiled and turned around to face him, stood on tiptoes and kissed him gently on the lips.
......
After a while, he was content to let go of the blushing girl, wiped himself out and returned to his seat, took out yesterday's meeting minutes, and sorted out his own Work notes.
Ni Yinghong glanced at her man tenderly, reached for the tea box and enamel jar, made a full cup of tea for the man and put it on his table.
Chu Heng raised his head and smiled strangely: "Good performance, I will reward you with ice cream later."
"Not right!" The girl gave him a cute look, took the rag and twisted around. office.
It’s eight o’clock in a flash.
The young couple came to the front room side by side. Chu Heng held a brief meeting and explained the rat eradication operation.
Employees are still very positive about matters involving collective honor. After all, everyone wants to save face.
And they are very familiar with this kind of thing.
Aunt Sun directly and generously accepted one-fifth of the task: "When I get back in the evening, I will ask my boys to go out and catch them, at least twenty!"
The same goes for others! Give me more, you give me a little bit, and I make up for the quantity assigned by the superiors.
“There happens to be a rat in my house.”
"There are a lot of garbage dumps in front of my house. I'll go there and have a look later."
"I know a good place, and the ground is full of rats."
Well, I didn't even expect to be able to get there. The store has enough.
In order to reduce food loss, the store keeps running out of rat poisons and mousetraps. Basically, three or two rats can be killed every day, and the number of rats has always been the same. Control it within a reasonable range.
If they had asked for twenty or thirty of them, they might be able to complete the task with a little more effort. But asking for a hundred of them this time is really a bit embarrassing.
So I can only find a way from other places.
The reason why the superiors give so many tasks is a bit of a historical issue.
Rodent extermination operations in grain stores are carried out every year, sometimes even several times a year. At the beginning, the number given by the authorities was not that large, which was only twenty or thirty.
But when all the grain stores below completed the task perfectly, the superiors saw how easy it was, so they added a little more. In order not to be criticized, the various grain stores below naturally Try your best to pay it all.
Then we fell into an endless loop. The top twenty-five, thirty, and thirty-five were gradually adding more burdens, looking for the limit below.
Next, I will try my best to catch the rats and hand them over to save my face.
The number has been increased to one hundred now...
I guess the number will be higher if this action is taken next time. One hundred and eleven or one hundred and five.
Chu Heng sometimes worries about the grain store directors who will be there ten or twenty years from now. If we follow this rule and add them in, by then they will have to pay hundreds or even thousands at a time, right?
It’s too late for me to be a special girl now!
After the meeting and the assignment of tasks, Chu Heng rode away from the grain store.
He was not going out to hang out, he was going to deliver wine to his second uncle. Although he didn't find the old wine seller, he couldn't delay important things, right?
Chu Jian is stable only if he is stable.
He can still carry it clearly.
The worst thing is that I will go to the bathing center less often in the future.
Chu Heng walked slowly all the way to the Grain Management Office. After handing a one-pound bottle of Tiger Penis wine to Chu Jianshe, he sat there chatting for a while and inquired about the news in the next office.
It was almost ten o'clock when he came out of the grain management station.
Thinking that there was nothing going on in the store, Chu Heng turned the car around and went to the trust store.
I haven’t gone shopping in a while, and I don’t know if there is anything new.
This time he went to Caishikou Trust. After he locked the car, Chu Heng strolled into the shop.
Perhaps because of the Chinese New Year, there were not many customers in the store, and they were sparsely distributed at various counters.
Chu Heng went straight to the counter selling pots and pans, threw a cigarette to the salesman familiarly, chatted for a few words, and went to the counter to choose something.
The old man ignored him and started chatting with his colleagues.
He is a regular customer now, and everyone knows that he likes to choose beautiful porcelain, and he is also generous with his money, so let him go.
(End of this chapter)