Chapter 2068 Dilemma
At this time, it was already dark, there were no lights in the alley, and there was a cloud of dust. Chu Heng came out of the courtyard with big and small dogs, and a bunch of dogs, and walked along the potholes. Go out unjustly.
Chu Zhile, who was lying in the stroller, opened his eyes wide, curiously looking at the novel world outside his home.
Huniu and Chu Zhecheng followed Chu Heng with wooden swords and guns, chattering and discussing the next itinerary.
“Dad, let’s go to Shichahai.”
"Okay."
"Dad, goddad!"
"What's wrong?"
"Can we go to the Drum Tower? I heard the red soldiers said that There is a pastry shop in Da. The steaks are delicious. They close at eight o'clock every day. I don't believe that the pastry shop is still open that late. Can we go and take a look?"
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This abacus was made with pearls, and Chu Zhe's face was full of confusion.
He scratched his head and looked at his sister. He always felt that there was something wrong with what he said, but he couldn't think of anything wrong. His clear eyes were full of stupidity.
Illiterates who have never been to school have been crushed by the knowledge of kindergarten students.
Language art is also a kind of knowledge, isn’t it?
Chu Heng also heard a black line on his forehead. He lowered his head and looked at Hu Niu, who looked up at him with a pink face expectantly. He said angrily: "Put it in your mouth." The big dirt smell is gone, I will take you there.”
"Yeah!" Huniu nodded vigorously, blinking her innocent eyes: "Removed!"
"Hey!"
Chu Heng sighed with a headache, Duan Fengchun even It’s been so long since we moved away, but Huniu’s accent hasn’t changed yet. I have to say that the Northeastern dialect is quite contagious.
“Let’s go, let’s go.”
“Oh, let’s go to the Drum Tower!”
"What a great godfather!"
The two little ones were immediately happy, and the five dogs jumped along with them. They didn't know why the little master was happy, but they just jumped along with them.
So, under the leadership of Chu Heng, four people and five dogs came out of the alley and prepared to head to the Drum Tower. When they passed the phone booth, Old Man Wen was answering the phone.
The two little ones were very polite and immediately stopped and stood outside the hut to send greetings.
“Hello, Grandpa Wen!”
"Grandpa Wen!"
"Alas!" Old Man Wen, who was answering the phone, responded perfunctorily, then quickly called Chu Heng, pointed to the phone on his shoulder with a smile: "By chance, you Phone."
"Who is it?" Chu Heng stepped forward curiously.
“From the Ministry of Foreign Trade.”
“Give it to me.”
Chu Heng frowned and had some bad guesses in his mind. He thought there was something wrong with Xu Damao. He quickly stepped forward and answered the phone: "I'm Chu Heng, what's the matter?"
"You Okay, Comrade Chu Heng, I am the blond guy from the Secretariat. There's something urgent. Leader Bai wants you to come over quickly."
"What can I say?"
"I can't tell you on the phone."
"Tell me. Something to do with truffles?”
"Uh... not really."
"Okay, I'll be there in a moment." Chu Heng hung up the phone and breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he muttered in his heart, it's not about truffles, so what? Why did you call me a non-staff member late?
But when he saw Huniu and Chu Zhecheng's little mouths pouting visibly, he quickly put this doubt behind him.
Obviously they heard what Chu Heng just said to the other party on the phone, and knew that this night tour operation was likely to fail.
Chu Heng hurriedly stepped forward to coax the two little ones who were about to cry to him, and said some good things to them. He waited a lot to bring them Pachaer when he came back later to make them happy. Then he immediately rode back to the camp and took the children away. He handed it over to Ni Yinghong and the others and drove out of Banchang Hutong.
Sensing that the person on the other end of the phone was not in a hurry, he was not too anxious either. He drove to the Drum Tower first and found the dim sum shop that Huniu had mentioned. After buying the promised Pai Cha, , seeing that Shaqima was not bad, he arranged for her to be taken away directly, and then went out and drove to the Ministry of Foreign Trade.
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At this moment, most people in the Ministry of Foreign Trade have already gone off work. The courtyard is dark, and only a few rooms in the building are still lit.
There were many people sitting in a conference room.
Leader Bai sat at the head of the conference table, and in other positions were some leaders from the unit.
Petrov is also sitting here. He has broken away from his excitement after doing something big in a daze, and is staring at the cup in front of him with his brows furrowed, thinking about something.
Leader Bai glanced at him and chewed his teeth worriedly.
Space cotton is a scarce thing in China at this time. Petrov can get it. He is very happy, but also has a headache.
Because this money is not in the plan at all.
And China's foreign exchange is very precious. Every penny has its uses, and most of them have already planned in advance where it will go. So if you want to take out this money, you have to squeeze it out of other plans, or It's a waste of the meager reserves.
No matter which one it is, it is a bit difficult and the process is cumbersome. By the time they get it done, the day lilies will probably be cold.
So they thought of Chu Heng, who was in full swing preparing to sell truffles, and planned to use the money to buy space cotton.
Then the problem comes.
Petrov’s original intention to go to Weber was to destroy their alliance. Buying space cotton was just a pretense. How damn, that guy actually dared to sell it!
After Leader Bai learned about the situation, he wanted to pretend to be real and negotiate the deal.
And this is likely to have an impact on Chu Heng's plan, resulting in poor sales of truffles.
This has entered an endless cycle. If they want to buy space cotton, they may not be able to sell the truffles at a high price. If they cannot sell at a high price, they will have no money to buy space cotton...
But... These people were worried.
So we can only urgently find Chu Heng to see if he can cooperate with us to change the plan.
"Leader."
Ding Jilong frowned and put out the cigarette butt in his hand, and said to Leader Bai, who had a solemn expression: "It's probably useless to ask Chu Heng for this matter. After all, time is too tight. I think it's better. Contact the Foreign Exchange Administration and the bank.”
“Don’t worry, wait and see. Maybe that guy has other ideas?” Leader Bai shook his head. He didn’t know why, but he always felt that Chu Heng There must be a way.
"I think it's a bit difficult." Petrov said in a deep voice: "For this plan, we people have prepared a lot of work. It is simply impossible to change people and goals temporarily, so now There is only one choice in front of us: either give up the interests of truffles for the time being and find ways to get money from other places, or give up the space cotton transaction and look for other opportunities.”
“Dong dong dong!”
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.
Everyone looked at the door. Following Leader Bai's invitation to come in, the door opened and Chu Heng, the secretary responsible for picking up people downstairs, led Chu Heng in.
“Crack, click, click.”
This guy was holding a pack of spaghetti in his hand, eating deliciously. He glanced at the people in the room, raised his eyebrows, and sprayed scum from his mouth. Said: "Hey, the battle is not small!"
The blond silently raised his hand and flicked away the debris that splashed on his shoulder, and stepped aside.
"You're here, kid." Leader Bai showed a smile on his face and waved: "Come here quickly, I have something to talk to you about."
"Okay."
Chu Heng quickly stepped forward and sat down next to Ding Jilong. Shi put the spaghetti in his hand on the table: "I heard from Lao Jin that you haven't eaten yet. I just happened to buy some spaghetti on the way. Let's put some food in our stomachs and talk while eating."
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