"Please help me think of a solution, Chu Suo! My family is really in a difficult situation. More than a dozen people are crowded into a small house of more than 20 square meters!"
Tao Jun hurriedly joined in. He came up, begging in his mouth, and at the same time he was ghosting. He secretly stuffed an envelope into Chu Heng's hand: "This is a little bit of my thoughts, Chu Suo, please help me!"
Chu Heng squeezed the envelope and immediately felt it. It contained money, and at least ten Unity cards.
He frowned immediately, without even looking at it. He threw the money back and pointed at the other person's nose with a stern face and scolded: "Tao Jun'er! Do you know that you are paying a bribe? Today I Since you are a first offender, I will spare you this time, but next time, pack up your bed and get out of here immediately!"
After saying that, he turned around and opened the door and entered the courtyard.
"Chu Suo! Chu Suo!"
Tao Jun hurriedly caught up, but before he could cross the threshold, the vermilion door slammed shut, leaving him outside.
He stood in front of the door in a daze, staring at the two closed doors. After a long time, he finally sighed helplessly and disappeared into the darkness with heavy steps.
After Chu Heng returned to the courtyard, he went straight to the main room.
A few people who were watching TV looked back at him. Yang Guizhi, who was busy, couldn't help but ask: "Who else were you talking to just now? Why does it feel like you copied it?"
"Tofu Fang Tao Jun'er."
Chu Heng responded casually, took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, walked to the dining table and sat down, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea.
"Why is he here again?"
Qin Jingru frowned when he heard this, obviously having a bad impression of this person: "Like a fly, it will annoy everyone to death!"
"He was forced to have no choice, otherwise what kind of big man would be willing to beg for help in a humble way?" Chu Heng was not angry at Tao Jun's repeated entanglements, and he understood it very well.
"Indeed, these people are really in trouble." Ni Yinghong, who was often approached for help during this period, nodded in sympathy, and sighed with pity: "Hey, I wouldn't have experienced this if I hadn't experienced it. I really don’t know why there are so many people without houses.”
Then she couldn’t help complaining: “It’s true, since there are so many employees. If you have a housing problem, why don’t you build more buildings?”
“Hey, how about you learn from those units and raise funds to build a house?” The eldest cousin suddenly interjected: “My unit has one. Colleague, his father works in the Second Chemical Industry, and his company raised funds to build the house."
"This is a solution!" Ni Yinghong's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Come on, it's not that easy to raise funds to build a house." Qin Jingru said in a clear and logical manner: "We won't talk about the place and the approval. We will just talk about those who lack a house to live in. They have to rent a house one by one. If you don’t have any money, where can you raise funds?”
"That's true!"
Duan Fengchun smacked his lips when he heard this, then turned his head and focused his attention on the TV again.
Ni Yinghong frowned and thought about it for a while, and felt that raising funds to build a house was really difficult, even almost impossible, so she stopped thinking and continued watching TV.
The room suddenly became quiet, only the TV was babbling and singing model operas.
“Raising funds…”
At the dinner table, Chu Heng frowned and lit a cigarette silently, smoking it one puff at a time, looking thoughtful.
At this moment, in these days, the faces of the employees who stood upright in front of the family, but knelt and begged in front of him for the house, were spinning in his mind like a revolving lantern. , the softness in his heart was touched!
Ever since, he was awakened by his eldest cousin’s words and an idea suddenly came into his mind.
The houses are not divided enough and the employees have difficulty housing. Can I build it myself?
After pondering for a while, Chu Heng, whose thoughts became clearer and clearer, put out the cigarette butt in his hand, quietly got up and left the main room, and came to the study.
When he came to sit down in front of the desk, he took out a pen and paper and listed out the problems he could think of in building self-built houses.
Venue? This is nothing at all!
Approval?
Pinch it with your hands!
Material?
That’s even easier!
These problems in the eyes of others were not even problems in front of Chu Heng, so the more he thought about it, the more feasible it became.
After thinking about it for a while, he suddenly put down his pen and slapped the table hard.
“Damn it, do it!”
As the head of an institute, it is his duty to serve the people well, but isn’t it also his duty to make his employees live a good life?
It's okay if he doesn't have the ability. Since he can do it and it's not too difficult, how can he, the director, just sit back and watch?
Chu Heng took out his cigarette case and lit a cigarette, then picked up a pen and wrote down some of his thoughts on building his own house.
The time soon came to past ten o'clock.
After watching TV, Ni Yinghong went back to the house and waited for a long time without waiting for her husband. She put on a piece of clothing and came to the outside of the study. She opened the door and poked her head in. She looked at her husband curiously and asked: "What are you doing? Still not sleeping?"
"Right now, go back to the house for a few minutes." Chu Heng said without raising his head.
"Then I'll give you some foot washing water first." Ni Yinghong retracted her head.
After a few minutes, Chu Heng, who had only written more than half of the plan, put away the pen tiredly, stuffed the unfinished plan into the drawer, came out of the study, and washed up. , went back to the bedroom and burned his feet, then took off his clothes and climbed into bed.
As soon as he got into bed, Ni Yinghong, who was annoyed and annoyed while waiting for him, immediately pressed against him, her plump and soft body wrapped around him like a water snake, rubbing and rubbing against him.
But after a while, in normal times, my husband, who had already pounced on me like a hungry dog, acted like a dead man, without any response at all.
Xiao Ni's pretty brows frowned for a moment, and she raised her head and looked at Chu Heng, who was in a daze: "What are you thinking about?"
"I was thinking about building a house for the grain management office." Chu Heng said softly. .
Xiao Ni immediately became interested and stopped trying. He hurriedly asked: "Are we going to raise funds to build a house?"
"If we don't raise funds, we will all contribute by ourselves to build public housing." Chu Heng Dao.
"Government housing? Where does the money come from?" Xiao Ni asked in surprise.
"Isn't that what I'm thinking about? Okay, let's not talk about it anymore and go to sleep." Chu Heng, whose head hurt from thinking about things, turned off the light, hugged his wife and fell asleep.
Early the next morning, after Xiao Ni and others went to work, he ran into the study again and continued to figure out the plan to build a house.
At the same time.
The lottery for housing allocation quotas, which has touched the hearts of more than 200 employees of the Sixth District Grain Port, is about to begin.
Early in the morning, more than 30 people from the Grain Management Office and its subordinate units who had received opportunities came to the large conference room.
Some people were nervous, others were silently praying to the gods and Buddhas in the sky, and they all had great expectations for the five pitifully few places.
(End of this chapter)