In the office, Chu Heng, who had been drawing for forty minutes, finally put down his pen. He shook off his sore wrist, picked up a piece of drawing that had just been released, admired it, nodded with satisfaction, and thought it was pretty good.
Then Ya put it together with several other drawings, neatly stacked them together, and put them on the table.
"Is it done?"
Xiao Ni, who hadn't understood it before, couldn't help but be curious and took the drawings over to look at them again, but no matter how she looked at them, she couldn't associate the graffiti-like pictures on them with the guardrail.
She did not doubt her husband's painting skill. Instead, she thought it was because she, a layman, could not understand it, so she shamelessly asked Chu Daming next to her for advice: "I don't understand a little bit, please explain it to me."
"What's wrong with this?" Teacher Chu took it and pointed at the drawing with his fingers and explained: "This is the full view, the dimensions are marked next to it, this is the top view, this is the bolt...
"..."
Xiao Ni listened for a while and looked at the drawings with a blank look on her face. Except for the dimensions, she still couldn't understand anything else. So she felt that she was too slow and had no choice but to give up and go back to continue reading her novel.
Forget it, forget it.
As a silly big-bellied woman, I’d better not get involved in men’s matters.
After a while, around four o'clock, the boy who went to find the carpenter finally brought him.
There were two people in total, a father and son. The older one was in his fifties and his surname was Yan. He had sharp eyes and gray hair.
He is an old master of the Sijucheng Furniture Factory. It is said that the craftsmanship is passed down from generation to generation. In the early years, the elders in the family made furniture for those wealthy families.
What's a coincidence is that his son's surname is also Yan...
He is in his thirties, looks a bit dull, and is very tall.
"Come on, come on, two masters, sit down quickly."
Chu Heng politely asked the father and son to sit down, poured water, and offered cigarettes before taking out the design drawing he had painstakingly drawn.
"Master Yan, this is the drawing I drew. Can you see if you can make it?"
"Oh, let's take a look."
Lao Yan took the drawings and flipped them over cautiously, then was dumbfounded on the spot.
You call this a blueprint?
Are you sure this is a drawing?
If I grab any bastard and climb around on it, I can draw it more clearly than you!
Lao Yan turned over and over with the drawings in pain, looking at them again and again. In the end, he could only spread the drawings on the table and asked Chu Heng: "I don't understand it. You should follow me."
Tell me."
"can't read?"
Chu Heng looked at the father and son with some suspicion, isn't he talking about ancestral carpenters? You don't even understand this?
Can't he be a liar?
But then he thought again, his younger brother had personally found this person, so there should be nothing wrong with him. Maybe he couldn’t read the drawings?
So he confidently classified Lao Yan as illiterate, and then started to explain to him with spittle.
And Lao Yan is indeed an old carpenter. After listening to him for a while, he basically had a prototype in his mind. He took a few puffs of cigarette, thought about it carefully, and said: "I understand, you are
Is it just a fence for children? It has to be removable and light in weight."
"Yes, that's what I mean." Chu Heng nodded and said, "You have to hurry up. They need it very urgently. It's best to make it tomorrow. Money is not an issue. Just ask for how much you want."
"We'll talk after the money is paid. I'll go back and do it for you as soon as possible. When I'm satisfied, you can give me the money." Lao Yan stood up and left. He didn't want to waste his life listening to him anymore.
Chu Heng said quickly: "Wait a moment, I haven't finished telling you yet."
"No need, I can just go back and look at the drawings myself."
Lao Yan grabbed the pile of drawings on the table that were too dirty to wipe his buttocks, and left with his son without looking back.
…
The next day.
After Chu Heng sent his wife to Sanliang Store, he turned around and went to the Sixth District Grain Management Office.
During his visit to Penglai, there was a relatively large staff transfer in the Grain Management Office.
Ma Hong was transferred out last week, and he was replaced by Deputy Director Kande, followed by Wei Hua, another Deputy Director who had a good relationship with Chu Heng, and Cao Jie, the Logistics Section Chief, and several other cadres.
I went to other units one after another, which can be said to be a big change of blood.
It just so happened that there was nothing going on at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs recently, so there was no need to go there as often as before, so Chu Heng planned to go there to meet new people, and by the way, inspect his own three-acre land, and swear his sovereignty, so that others would not worry about it.
"Tu tu tu tu!"
Volga was speeding all the way, and the trees on the street such as Sophora japonica were quietly sprouting their branches, and countless flowers and plants were also emerging from the soil.
At this moment, the vitality of spring is everywhere in Sijiu City.
And before long, the city will be filled with willow catkins, which look like cotton candy. The common people will find it annoying, but in the eyes of those who like spring and snow, it will be a beautiful sight.
Not long after.
Chu Heng drove to the Grain Management Office.
After chatting for a few words with the guard, Uncle Zhang, at the gate, he drove into the hospital.
In the director's office upstairs, Kant, who had just become director not long ago, was sitting in a chair, drinking tea with the old man in front of him, with a proud look on his face.
"Tu tu tu tu!"
Suddenly, a familiar engine roar sounded.
Kant, who was closing his eyes to rest his mind, suddenly changed his expression, and the hand holding the tea cup trembled violently. Some of the hot water in the cup was shaken out and fell on the back of his hand.
"hiss!"
Kant hurriedly put down the cup, ignoring the burning pain in his palms, stood up hastily, walked quickly to the window, and looked downstairs at Chu Heng who had just come out of the car and was chatting with others.
"It's still here!"
He frowned nervously, and uneasily took out a cigarette and lit it.
In fact, Chu Heng didn't know that the reason why Kande became the director had a lot to do with Yan Shu, who had been shot.
When Yan Shu wanted to deal with Chu Heng, he found him through the district leader Li, who had a close relationship with Kant, and promised to help him get the position of director, on the condition that he would restrain Chu Heng in the department, and even ask him if necessary.
Do some dirty work.
Kant had been suffering for a long time. After learning Yan Shu's identity, the two immediately hit it off and agreed on the spot.
At that time, this guy thought that his spring was coming, and he was gearing up to do something big with this protruding thigh.
But what he never expected was that he, who had just lit the lamp and boiled the oil, came up with several feasible plans, and Yan Shu was gone...
Very sudden.
But Kant, who was halfway through starting his business, was in trouble. After learning the whole story from Leader Li, Kant began to panic all day long, worrying that Chu Heng would come to his door and send him to the shooting range to eat peanuts.
It was not until a long time passed and Chu Heng made no move that he realized that Yan Shu had not confessed him, and then he felt relieved.
But now that he was about to face Chu Heng face to face, Kant, who had a ghost in his heart, began to be afraid again.
He is afraid of contact with the other party and is afraid of being discovered by the other party.
