In a blink of an eye, I have been back for three days. I go to work on time and get off work at the right time. After get off work, I either go shopping with Xie Lingling or have dinner with Director Su or Chen Jie. Although Han Chaoyang is not around, Huang Ying is living a fulfilling life.

Yesterday, I made an appointment with Chen Jie to go to the movies together tonight. I hurried to the police room on an electric bike and met an acquaintance I hadn't seen for a long time.

"Yingying, hurry up and wash your hands behind you. This is what Beibei brings, it's delicious!" Chen Jie greeted happily, and saw Xiaokang laughing and hurriedly took out a tissue to wipe the corner of her mouth.

"Yingying, this is yours." Zhang Beibei pointed to a small box of exquisitely packaged chocolate cakes, got up and helped her lift the cover of the alarm board.

"It's not a weekend today, why did you come back at a time?" He went back to his hometown in Qingshan County with Han Chaoyang, "confirmed" the identity of the old Han family's young grandmother, and experienced the incident where Sheng Yanwen came to him. Huang Ying was not only very confident in herself, but also in Han Chaoyang. She naturally didn't have the same opinion as before. She asked with a smile, and walked into the case handling area to dismantle the cake box.

"No more, it's not because the boss fired me, it's because I'm frying the boss."

"Why?" Huang Ying was surprised and asked with a small fork: "Isn't the travel agency very good? You can play every day and play everywhere, and you are studying tourism majors, and you also have a tour guide certificate!"

"The tour guide is not as glamorous as you think. The travel agency I just quit my job is mainly a local pickup. We tour guides don't have a penny to pay them a salary. The Tourism Law has been promulgated and implemented for so long, and it has been agreed to "strike zero-negative pickup", but the result is still like that, and it even becomes more and more intense. Not to mention wanting to make money, if you want to survive, you have to cheat people. Do you think I can do such a thing?"

Ideals are too beautiful, reality is too cruel.

Zhang Beibei sighed lightly, looking helpless.

Huang Ying was stunned and asked in a vague sense of understanding: "Do you want to pay the travel agency to pick up the group?"

"If you don't give money, you can give you a group. The jargon is called a cap fee. One person is fifty, and a car is more than 4,000 yuan. Including tourists' meals, accommodation and transportation costs are really tens of thousands. If you don't take tourists to shop and get some kickbacks, you can't even make money back. Now people are particularly disgusted with shopping. After internship with the car for a few days, I figured out that there is no future in this industry." Zhang Beibei did not sigh anymore, but felt relieved.

Not eating pork does not mean that you have never seen a pig run.

Although Huang Ying is not a tour guide, she is not ignorant of the unspoken rules in the tourism industry. After eating the cake, she smiled and said, "If you don't do it, don't do it. You can't make it. The deposit interest alone is enough for you to live a very comfortable life."

"Yes, does a little rich woman like you need to work for others?" Chen Jie chuckled, deeply agreeing with this.

"I am a rich woman. Money is becoming less and less valuable. What are several millions?" Zhang Beibei sat next to her and said with a smile: "And you can't always avoid buying a house. If you buy a house with a slightly better location and a larger area, you will be decorating it and then the amount of demolition compensation will be gone."

"Then what are your plans next?" Huang Ying asked curiously.

"I'll go to the talent market tomorrow to see if I can find a more reliable job," Zhang Beibei picked up the last piece of cake left on the paper plate with a small fork, and suddenly asked with a smile: "Where is your husband?"

"As soon as I came, I asked my husband, is it interesting to me?" Huang Ying couldn't help but tease.

"Just treat him as a treasure, I just ask casually."

"In my hometown, I'll be back tomorrow."

Three women were having sex in a play, and Director Su walked in with a stack of freshly printed forms.

Zhang Beibei brought several boxes of cakes, one of which was for Director Su. Considering that Zheng Xinyi had just arrived tomorrow, he specially asked the security guard who went to Dongming Community to help the kitchen to take it over and put it in the canteen refrigerator.

Su Xian and Huang Ying asked about her current situation when they first came. They were very moved while eating delicious cakes, and condemned the tourism industry with various shady and unspoken rules.

Zhang Beibei is here to play, not to complain, and she is really not a miserable person, so she hurriedly changed the topic: "Director Su, I came here from the people. When I came here, I saw that other places had been demolished, but the memorial hall was not demolished. What should I do if I left that small piece?"

"It's not that I don't want to demolish it, but that no one wants that piece of land."

"Why?"

Su Xian wiped the corner of her mouth and explained patiently: "The memorial hall is not in the planned area of ​​the transportation hub. Don't look so close to the future high-speed rail station and the long-distance East Station, it is only a small road. The district began to feel that the location was good, and there must be a developer who wanted it, but it did not require it, and the auction was failed several times in a row.

To summarize two reasons, one is that the land is too small and can only build two buildings. The starting price is not cheap. The developer may think that the investment is not proportional to the returns; the other is that the land is actually a cemetery. The memorial hall is the place where the villagers of Chaoyang Village place their deceased relatives ashes. The developer feels unlucky and is worried that no one will buy the house when it is built."

It was the first time Huang Ying heard about it, and she couldn't help asking: "If you don't remove it, you're just idle?"

"The key is that it cannot be sold after being demolished. It will affect the surrounding land prices," Su Xian put down her small fork and sighed: "The land has been requisitioned, the grave has been moved, and the ashes placed in the memorial hall have also been removed. Logically speaking, it should be managed by the investment and development company in the district. As a result, people think it is unlucky and troublesome, so they let our community take care of it. If they give the money, I can arrange two security guards. The key is that they don't give the money, and they say they give us the right to use it, and they will use it if they can."

Huang Ying also felt that the investment and development company in the district was unauthorized and couldn't help but mutter: "They really thought about it. It was a cemetery. No one dared to walk there at night. How to use the cemetery!"

"Who said no, I'm too lazy to care about it. Isn't it just a few gloomy empty houses and a small forest? Whoever wants to live there or who wants to cut down. Even if it becomes a place where homeless people gather, even if those trees are cut down, it's not related to our community's business. We don't have the obligation to help them take care of them anyway."

Chen Jie said incisively: "Director Su, they don't care what you are saying at all. What they care about is the land, who can move the land away?"

“That’s true.”

The speaker is unintentional, and the listener is intentional.

Zhang Beibei held her chin and thoughtfully, and she didn't react until Huang Ying stabbed her arm.

"Babe, what are you thinking?" Su Xian asked curiously.

"Director Su, I want to rent the memorial hall, but the lease period cannot be less than eight years. If I want to take it away in advance, I have to compensate me for my losses."

"Rent the memorial hall, rent that cemetery?" Huang Ying was shocked and looked incredible.

"Well." Zhang Beibei thought about it more and more, and he laughed: "I'm not kidding. I want to rent it out there and start a business. Director Su, do you support it? If you support it, can you stop setting the rent too high? Why is the real economy getting worse and worse? Isn't it just that the various expenses are too high? The main ones are the salary and rent of employees."

Who would foolishly go to the memorial hall where the ashes have been rented for more than 20 years?

Who would be so stupid as to rent a cemetery where you just moved your grave?

Su Xian never expected to make use of such unlucky places. She smiled and asked, "Baibei, you are also a resident of our community now. Of course, I support you if you want to start a business, and I will support you with all your strength. The key is what can you do there? What business can you start if you rent it out?"

"Open a hotel, a youth hostel, the kind that charges a bed," Zhang Beibei felt that the chance of success was very high, and said excitedly: "I can transform the interior of the memorial hall. Such a high house can be converted into two floors, and there can be more rooms and more beds. The greening behind the memorial hall is so good, and it will be a quiet place. The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. Passengers can stare in the woods and the garden, roast barbecue, and chat..."

"You can think of it by transforming the memorial hall similar to the cemetery into a youth hostel!"

"I learned to travel. In the past, these days I deal with hotels and hotels almost every day. I often traveled when I was in school, and I stayed in youth hostels a lot when I went out for travel. For those literary and artistic young people who like to travel, it is already very good to have a cheap environment and a good place to stay. Who cares about what that place used to be?"
Chapter completed!