"Second uncle, it's not that I'm stingy, it's just that there aren't many of these things left. Use as little as possible."
Chu Heng did not say whether to give it or not. After explaining the difficulty, he asked Chu Jianshe: "Can you tell me what it is used for?"
"I used to have a leader who wanted to move up the ladder, but there were always people above him who were blocking his decision."
Speaking of this, Chu Jianshe paused for a moment, hesitating whether he should tell the truth, but then he thought that his nephew was now in the family, so he whispered in a low voice: "I heard that woman was very bold when she was young.
Now the man in the family is not good at it, so we want to try to see if we can start from this aspect, but please don’t spread this matter to others!"
"female?"
Chu Heng blinked, the amount of information was a bit large.
He really wanted to ask, is this wine for the men in the woman's family, or is it for your boss?
I was afraid of being beaten, so I could only hold it in because I felt uncomfortable.
"Okay, how much do you want?" Since it was a big deal, Chu Heng had no choice but to agree. His second uncle's leadership was living a good life, and his second uncle's life would naturally be good, so he could also take advantage of it.
Seeing that his nephew agreed, Chu Jianshe breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "It doesn't take much, just give me a pound first."
"First?"
Chu Heng suddenly rolled his eyes and said with a wry smile: "Do you mean you have to ask for it in the future? There are really not many of that stuff left."
"If it really works, I'll definitely buy it again."
Chu Jianshe was full of confidence in his nephew and said with a smile: "You think of ways to make as much as possible. If you are missing anything, tell your second uncle and I will solve it for you."
"Let me take a look." Chu Heng sighed helplessly, took a few sips, and decided to go to the pigeon market to find the old man selling wine in the next few days to see if he could give him the recipe he had.
Get it.
He didn't have enough confidence before and didn't dare to think about it.
This time the second uncle didn’t say anything. Why don’t you tell him what you need?
Then let’s smash it!
If you want money, give money, and if you want an official, give an official. I don’t believe that the old man won’t be tempted!
The uncle and nephew talked about other things for a while, and the time soon reached 1:30. They packed up and went to the conference room together.
On the way, I also met several other leaders of the institute. Chu Jianshe introduced them to Chu Heng, who seemed to look familiar to them.
The group of people chatted and laughed all the way, and after turning a few corners, they came to a large bungalow located in the northeast corner of the Grain Management Office.
The layout of the room is very simple. There is a long table on the podium at the end, and four chairs are placed behind the table, which are prepared for the senior officials in the office.
Below are rows of small wooden benches, prepared for the young people attending the meeting.
Very characteristic of the era.
What makes Chu Heng criticized is that there is a briquette stove in such a big house, which is only 300 square meters. The temperature inside the house is not much warmer than outside!
Can we add more stoves?
You make others think that we can’t afford coal!
He walked tremblingly to the audience, found a seat in the last row of benches and sat down, and then he smoked a cigarette in the presence of the old man, pretending to be transparent in a low-key manner.
As time went by, there were more and more people in the conference room, and some people sat carelessly in the front row. These were basically senior leaders.
There were also people who, like Chu Heng, consciously touched the back row, and they were all young people.
Look at how many inscriptions there are. Even if you have a meeting, you have to type and discuss seniority.
Chu Heng fully demonstrated his attributes as a pimp, politely passed out cigarettes, chatted for a few words, and quickly became mingled with the people around him.
It didn't take long for everyone to arrive.
The four big guys in the institute also sat down one by one. The first one to speak was naturally the director, He Siming. He was around fifty years old, a bit thin, with very thin hair, and a pair of thick glasses on the bridge of his nose.
He first took out a stack of manuscript paper, took a drink to moisten his throat, and then spoke. The content was somewhat insignificant, but he just summarized the work of the past year.
It's full of nonsense, like an old woman's footcloth, smelly and long.
It was the first time Chu Heng attended such a meeting that he felt sleepy, but he couldn't fall asleep at all.
Without him, it would be too cold.
This time he finally understood why there was only a briquette stove in the conference room!
A long time passed and a long time passed.
When Director He finally finished speaking, his lips turned a little white and peeled.
Seeing this, Chu Heng let out a sigh of relief. He was also convinced. For such a trivial matter, he actually licked for more than an hour!
In fact, not only was he annoyed, but none of the people around him liked to hear it, and they all let out a long sigh of relief.
At this time, Chu Jianshe also picked up his speech, and his side was much faster.
As for three things, one is to reduce the loss during grain transportation and storage this year. From now on, a comparison will be made every quarter. The grain stores with the most losses will be notified of criticism and the payment of bonuses and other benefits will be reduced.
Second, a one-week rat eradication operation will be launched tomorrow, and each grain store must hand over 100 rat carcasses.
The third thing is a clear-cut and accurate competition. We encourage everyone to actively participate and strive to get a good ranking for the institute.
The matter was finished in less than twenty minutes, and then another deputy director picked up the manuscript and talked about various problems that occurred in various departments and grain stores, and called on everyone to speak actively and come up with solutions together.
Another more than an hour...
A few big guys just sang and I came on stage, and the meeting didn't end until after five o'clock.
No food was provided, everyone went back to their homes to take care of matters on their own.
Like in later generations, after a meeting, people would meet in small groups to have a meal together, to keep in touch with each other, and so on, but there is none here.
No one is rich, and a meal in a hotel costs only a few dollars. Who can afford to invite that person if they don’t have serious business?
When Chu Heng was about to leave the Grain Management Office, his second uncle invited him to eat at home, but he didn't go because he thought it would be a hassle, so he got on the car and left.
On the way back, he made a special detour and went to the grain store to have a look.
At this time, the shop has been closed, and only General Iron is left to look after the house. The door and windows are equipped with thick rebared steel fences. If anyone wants to steal something from here this time, they will not be able to get in without making a big noise.
Chu Heng went up and took a few glances, and saw that all parts were strong, so he felt relieved and went home.
As soon as he entered the hospital, the third lady greeted him warmly: "Director Chu is back, it's quite late today."
"Go to the office for a meeting." The director's voice made Chu Heng feel very comfortable. He smacked his lips, and while pushing the cart inside, he said hypocritically: "Sister, can you please
"Don't call me "Director, Director," it sounds so awkward, let's just keep doing the same as before."
"That's not possible. You are the leader, and you are getting married right away. It is not appropriate to call him Hengzi." The third lady is not stupid, can you believe everything the leader says?
After pushing the cart under the window and locking it, Chu Heng took out the key and entered the house.
Not long after the fire was lit, the second uncle of the Central Court came after hearing that he was back.
The old man is a pure fan of old officials. He has wanted to be an official for most of his life, but he has never been able to do so. He has no other reason to come here. He just wants to get close to the leader and get official aura.
