The guest house of the Second Machinery Department is located in Hepingli in DC District. It is a small old building with three floors. The exterior wall is painted with a layer of yellow paint. After years of wind and rain, it has long been mottled.
When you walk into the guest house, there is a restaurant on the first floor with more than 20 tables and four private rooms. Further inside are the kitchen, water room, warehouse, etc.
The second and third floors are all guest rooms, with a total of more than thirty rooms. There are large bungalows that can accommodate ten or twenty people, and there are also small rooms for two or three people.
As for the environment, it is similar to the guest houses in most units, with damp quilts, tattered doors, and moldy and peeling walls. It's like those people in the later generations who can get a partner in for ten or twenty yuan to have fun.
The feeling of staying in a small hotel.
There were not many guests in the guest house today, and the restaurant was not open in the morning. A bunch of idle guest house employees were openly fishing under the leadership of the manager.
This huge place has more than 20 employees, and most of them are related households. They are either the leader's wife or the cadre's relatives, and all of them are extremely arrogant.
At this time, a group of people were sitting in the restaurant in twos and threes, smoking, drinking and chatting. It was a happy time.
It's not like there are so many complicated performance appraisals now. At this time, it doesn't matter how much or how little you do, whether you do well or poorly. In this case, the big guys naturally don't have that much energy. Anyway, they just work and fish.
If you give me money, who would be stupid enough to do the work?
"Tu tu tu tu!"
At around ten o'clock, three cars stopped in front of the guest house. Then they saw Chu Heng coming down from Volgari first, followed by a group of people, followed by Yin Gao, who looked like a dog, because he was late.
After losing 0.1 shares, Ivy became listless, and those pens are still confused.
Before the group entered the room, the employees in the restaurant noticed that a skinny aunt glanced at them without even moving her buttocks. She said to the chubby manager: "Xiao Zhang, come over here, that guy from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."
There are quite a few people there, oh, there is also a foreigner."
"Damn it, isn't it normal to have a foreigner in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?"
The manager smiled and stood up to greet him. He was just over forty and already severely bald. His round belly trembled as he walked.
"Comrade Yin is here."
"Hello, Manager Zhang, I've been troubling you for the past few days."
"If it's bad, if your company can come to my place, it will give me face."
After Yin Gao walked up to him and chatted for a few words, he took out a letter of introduction to go through the formalities and paid another three hundred yuan. Then Chu Heng and his party followed a young man who looked honest and friendly and was a good target for workplace bullying.
On the third floor.
This young man was honest, introverted, and didn't like to talk much. After he led Chu Heng and others to the door of the big shop on the third floor, he told them dryly where to get water and where the toilet was, and then turned around.
Head ready to leave.
"Wait a minute, brother." Chu Heng stopped him at this moment, put two boxes of big front doors into the young man's hands, and said with a smile: "We have to live here for a while, please take care of me in the future."
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"Oh, what are you doing? I can't take it." This was the first time the young man experienced this. He was shocked and hurried back to take the guest's things, but he made a mistake.
"Take it, take it, it's not a good thing, it's just two packs of cigarettes, let's make a friend."
"That's not okay, we have rules and you can't take things from guests."
"Who's the guest? Are we friends?"
After pushing and giving for a while, the young man was finally defeated by Chu Heng's sharp tongue, and walked out the front door with a red head and a swollen face, carrying two boxes of valuable items.
His monthly salary is only eighteen and a half yuan. Chu Heng's two packs of cigarettes plus one yuan and seventy cents are not a small amount for him. It is higher than his daily salary.
After sending the young man away, Chu Heng dropped the cigarette butt in his hand, stamped it out, and walked into the Datongpu room. Suddenly, a strong musty smell hit his nostrils.
"Hurry up and open the window to ventilate. What the hell does this smell like?"
He frowned, covered his nose with his collar, and looked at the environment in the room.
Next to the north wall is a large pavilion made of bricks, which is more than 20 meters long and takes up almost one-third of the house.
There is a thermos bottle at the door, and there are four Eight Immortals tables in the open space in front of the shop. On each table are a thick stack of manuscript paper, a few brand-new pens, and a bottle of ink.
Those pen holders looked at the paper and pens on the table and already had a rough idea.
We found these writers and prepared pens and paper. It seemed like they were going to return to their old profession.
I just don't know what to write.
Big character poster?
"Please find a place to sit."
Just when everyone was confused, Chu Heng walked to the middle of the south wall of the room and clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention.
A group of people quickly found a place to sit, some sat on the bench next to the Eight Immortals table, and some went to sit on the bunk. Only Avima stood aside with a frown, because she disliked the place being too dirty and did not sit down.
Chu Heng didn't care about her. He just stood there if he wanted to. He glanced at Avima and then turned around to look around at the others. He said calmly: "Time is precious, and I don't like to talk, so I went straight to the topic."
Already."
"The purpose of why I summoned you here today is to write an autobiography for this woman." He pointed at the colorful Ivima wearing it, and continued: "I only give you ten days. Within ten days, you can eat and drink.
Lazarus is here. If you have any needs, please feel free to ask. After ten days, you must send the book to me. If you do it, you will stay in the ministry and work. I promise that there will not be so many bad things for you.
Live a peaceful life, but if you can't do that, then go back and forth wherever you go."
When the group of people heard this, their breathing froze for a moment, and then their eyes turned fiery when they looked at Chu Heng.
Being able to live peacefully and peacefully is what they dream about!
As for the truth or falsehood of Chu Heng's words, they did not question it. After all, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs had such a big sign posted there. How could they be deceived?
"Lao Qi, what do you think?"
"What is there to read? Just write about special girls. As long as I can avoid going back, let alone an autobiography. Even if it is a big tome, I have to get it out with my head bowed!"
"Who asked you this? I'm asking you, why do you think they put so much effort into writing an autobiography?"
"Why do you care about him? Why do you worry about that when we write about us?"
"It's just that you, an old boy, haven't suffered enough, haven't you? You like to inquire about everything."
"Hey, that's what's wrong with me."
Everyone was whispering to each other, and everyone seemed to be excited about something. They just thought that this was pie in the sky.
For them, who have been tinkering with pens for half their lives, writing an autobiography for someone is just a piece of cake. Although they are pressed for time, it is not a big problem.
After a while, the oldest and most accomplished old man among a dozen people stood up, looked at the young Chu Heng, and asked: "This... leader, what do you think of this autobiography?"
