Lao Wang looked at his extremely proud old enemy in a daze, and felt a sour taste welling up from his heart, and instantly penetrated into his limbs and bones.
It’s so sore to the core!
The rent is almost the same. They live in a big house of 50 square meters, while I live in a tube building of less than 20 square meters!
If they can go to the bathroom in the future, I have to run half a mile away!
Their grandson will have slides and swings to play with in the future. My grandson will climb the wall to watch them play on the slides and swings!
Damn it!
At this moment, Lao Wang was so jealous that he almost broke up with him, and even regretted it and wanted to chop off his own hand!
Why was this hand so mean in the first place?
How can I get that bad lottery?
The old enemy looked at his old face full of regret and became even more happy: "How is it? Are you envious? Are you regretful?"
"Hey, I'm still saying the same thing. If I envy you, I'm the one!" Lao Wang still had a tough mouth and covered the back of his right hand with the palm of his left hand, then made fists with both hands, revealing one middle finger and two thumbs. The tail finger is curled up, just like a little tortoise.
"Come on, I'd be surprised if you weren't envious." The old enemy sneered.
"Old Wang!"
At this moment, an aunt hurriedly walked in and said: "I just saw the guy from Liuliang Store smoking the bureau house with you. Lao Liao went to find Chu Suo. He returned the house and got a new family building for us. You should go quickly! "
"Really! "
Lao Wang, who was feeling sour in his heart, was immediately surprised when he heard this. He stood up hurriedly and went to find Chu Heng.
"Hey, let's go!"
When the old enemy saw him, he blocked him with his body and said with a mocking look on his face: "Didn't you just say you weren't envious?"
"Haha, that's right, Lao Wang, you just said it, if you envy you, you are the one!" someone on the side shouted.
"Hey, that's the one! Who wouldn't be envious of a big house of more than fifty square meters?" At this time, the elated Lao Wang bared his teeth and laughed at the man, and hurriedly pulled away the old man who was blocking him. The opponent ran out like a gust of wind.
"This old guy has given up his face for the house!" The old enemy couldn't help laughing.
Lao Wang's side also went smoothly. He came to Chu Heng's office to mention his idea, and he happily approved a note. Within a few minutes, he took the note and collected it from Ding Antai. When he came back with a key, he was so happy that he almost lost his sight.
As for losing face in front of an old enemy.
How much is the face worth?
As long as he can live in a good house, let alone face, he can even give up the money!
......
Time flies to noon.
Chu Heng, who did not bring any food today, ate two steamed buns in the cafeteria and drank a bowl of clear cabbage soup. He walked toward the small building with a cigarette in his mouth under the scorching sun above his head. Go, prepare to take a nap in the office, and then go to the guest house to have a look.
Unthinkable.
As soon as he arrived downstairs, he saw correspondent Wang Tao running out of the building in a hurry. As soon as Fang saw him, he hurriedly said: "Chu Suo, the furniture factory just called and said I will deliver furniture to the guest house in a while.”
"Okay, I understand."
Chu Heng could only give up the idea of taking a nap, went back upstairs to pick up his bag, drove out of the grain management office, and headed towards the guest house.
Not long after, he came to Xidan North Street and saw a four-story building with whitewashed exterior walls standing in the middle of a group of low bungalows.
"Crunch!"
A few moments.
Chu Heng parked the car in front of the building. After getting out of the car, he put his hands on his hips and looked at the guest house in front of him that he had covered up.
There is nothing new in the appearance of the small building. It is just an ordinary small square building. There is a plaque hanging on the door of the door, which reads a few big characters of the Guesthouse of the Sixth District Grain Management Office. It is him. Wrote it myself.
There is a small door next to the main door, which leads directly to the bathhouse in the basement.
“Tap, tap, tap!”
Chu Heng took a few glances and stepped into the door.
The first floor of the guest house is the restaurant, and there is the lobby as you enter. There are six private rooms and the kitchen further inside.
Because the tables and chairs from the furniture factory have not been delivered yet, the lobby is completely empty at this time. There are only scraps and residues left after the renovation on the ground, which can be described as a mess.
At this time, some restaurant waiters were cleaning under the leadership of a man in his thirties. This person is the manager of the restaurant, named Bian Fei. He is Qiu Rong's apprentice. He used to be the deputy manager of a state-owned hotel in Beixinqiao. He is a veteran. He is very capable in his work and has a good temperament with Chu Heng.
Chu Heng stood at the door and glanced at the people working. He was about to shout and flew over when he turned around and suddenly saw two young men sitting on the bench at the door, beaming with joy. He was saying something, with his legs crossed and a cigarette in his hand, looking very uncomfortable.
Compared with the other people who are busy over there, it seems like they are in two different worlds.
Chu Heng frowned immediately. He had the impression that these two people were the relatives of his second uncle, and they were also waiters in the restaurant.
Obviously, these two guys are blatantly lazy here because of their relationship.
Chu Heng had actually anticipated this situation.
After all, many of the newly recruited employees in the guest house are from related households, and naturally there are some who use their connections to show off their prestige and do special things.
He had already planned for this, and was going to catch a few examples when he found an opportunity to scare the monkeys.
I just didn’t expect this opportunity to come so quickly!
Chu Heng stared at the two people, his face gradually darkened, and suddenly said in a cold voice: "What are you two doing?"
The two brothers turned their heads after hearing this. It seemed that when I saw it was him, I suddenly panicked and quickly stood up from the stool, ducking and lowering my head, not daring to look at him.
"Chu...Chu Suo."
Chu Heng took a step forward, glanced at the two of them coldly, and continued to question expressionlessly: "Ask you two! What are you doing! Why don't you work!"
"I...we ..."
The two of them muttered and did not dare to answer.
At the same time, the people working inside also discovered the situation here. Seeing that the two grandsons finally collided with the muzzles of their guns, they quickly stopped their movements and looked here with gloating.
“Chu Suo!”
Bian Fei walked over quickly at this time.
After Chu Heng nodded to him, he turned to look at the two guys and shouted: "Speak!"
The two of them shivered in fright, and then they saw a tall man among them. The young man rolled his eyes and said anxiously: "I, I, I... my foot is injured. I can’t do the work anymore.”
The other person was immediately inspired and lied: “My hand is injured.”
“Injured?” Chu Heng sneered and looked at Gao. A young man: "Which foot is injured?"
"This one, that's it. It got smashed while moving things this morning." The young man pointed to his right foot and said.
"Is this just right?" Chu Heng took another step forward and took a look at his right foot, which was shaking like an electric shock when he just crossed his legs. A heavy kick on the left calf.
“Ouch!”
The young man wailed and hugged the kicked calf. The golden rooster jumped on the ground independently, and cold sweat broke out on his painful forehead.
Bian Fei, who was standing next to Chu Heng, and the other people watching the excitement in the distance looked at it and felt relieved.
The two grandsons usually relied on someone above them, but this time they were shouting and shouting in the guest house. Even the manager Qiu Rong dared to contradict them.
Someone can take care of them today.
“Isn’t this foot very good!” Chu Heng withdrew his gaze coldly and looked at the other person: “Is your hand injured?”
Listen to your ears With that shrill wailing, how could he dare to lie anymore? He hurriedly shook his head and said: "I'm not hurt."
"Fuck you!"
Chu Heng rounded his arms and slapped him across the ear, hitting him with stars in his eyes. He then told Bian Fei with a drooped face: "Inform Qiu Rong and call everyone here for a meeting!"< br>
“Alas!”
Bian Fei glanced at the two young men, turned around and ran upstairs.