"Please help me think of a solution, Chu Suo! My family is really in dire straits. There are more than a dozen people living in a small house of more than 20 square meters!"
Tao Jun hurriedly came forward, and while pleading in his mouth, he secretly stuffed an envelope into Chu Heng's hand: "This is a piece of my heart, Chu Suo, please help me!"
Chu Heng pinched the envelope and immediately felt that it contained money, and there were at least ten Unity cards.
He frowned immediately without even looking at it. He threw the money back and pointed at the other person's nose with a sullen face: "Tao Jun'er! Do you know that you are paying a bribe? Today I thought you were a first offender.
For my sake, I’ll spare you this time, but next time, pack up your bed and get out of here immediately!”
After saying this, he turned around and opened the door and entered the courtyard.
"Chu Suo! Chu Suo!"
Tao Jun hurriedly caught up, but before he could cross the threshold, the vermilion door slammed shut, leaving him outside.
He stood in front of the door in a daze, staring at the two closed doors. After a long time, he finally sighed helplessly and disappeared into the darkness with heavy steps.
After Chu Heng returned to the courtyard, he went straight to the main room.
Several people who were watching TV looked back at him, and Yang Guizhi couldn't help asking: "Who else were you talking to just now? Why does it feel like you copied it?"
"Tofu Fang Tao Jun'er."
Chu Heng responded casually, took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, walked to the dining table and sat down, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea.
"Why is he here again?"
Qin Jingru frowned when she heard this, obviously having a bad impression of this person: "Like a fly, it will annoy a person to death!"
"He was forced to have no choice. Otherwise, what kind of big man would be willing to beg for help in a humble way?" Chu Heng was not angry at Tao Jun's repeated entanglements, and he understood it very well.
"Indeed, these people are really in trouble." Ni Yinghong, who was often approached for help during this period, nodded in sympathy, and sighed with pity: "Hey, I wouldn't have experienced this if I hadn't experienced it.
I really don’t know why there are so many people without houses to live in?”
Then she couldn't help complaining: "It's true, since so many employees have housing difficulties, why don't they build more buildings?"
"Hey, how about you all learn from those units and raise funds to build a house." The eldest cousin suddenly interjected: "A colleague from my unit has a father who works in the Second Chemical Industry, and his unit raised funds to build a house."
"This is a solution!" Ni Yinghong's peach blossom eyes suddenly lit up.
"Come on, it's not that easy to raise funds to build a house." Qin Jingru said in a clear and logical manner: "We don't talk about the place and the approval. We just talk about those who lack a house to live in. They don't even have the money to rent a house. How can we
Are you using the money to raise funds?"
"That's true!"
Duan Fengchun smacked his lips when he heard this, then turned his head and focused on the TV again.
Ni Yinghong frowned and thought about it for a while, and felt that raising funds to build a house was really difficult, even almost impossible, so she gave up her thoughts and continued watching TV.
The room fell silent instantly, with only the babbling of the TV singing model operas.
"Raising funds..."
At the dinner table, Chu Heng frowned and lit a cigarette silently, smoking it one puff at a time, looking thoughtful.
At this moment, in these days, the faces of the employees who stood upright in front of his family, but knelt and begged in front of him for the house, were spinning in his mind like a revolving door, making him feel sad in his heart.
The softness was touched!
Ever since, he was awakened by his eldest cousin's words and an idea suddenly came into his mind.
The houses are not divided enough and the employees have difficulty housing, so can I build it myself?
After pondering for a while, Chu Heng, whose thoughts became clearer and clearer, put out the cigarette butt in his hand, quietly got up and left the main room, and came to the study.
He came to sit down in front of the desk, took out a pen and paper, and listed out all the issues he could think of regarding self-built houses.
site?
This is nothing at all!
Approval?
Take it with your hands!
Material?
That’s even easier!
These problems in the eyes of others were not even problems in front of Chu Heng, so the more he thought about it, the more feasible it became.
After thinking about it for a while, he suddenly put down his pen and slapped the table hard.
"Damn it, do it!"
As the head of an institute, it is his duty to serve the people well, but isn’t it also his duty to make the employees live a good life?
If he doesn't have the ability, forget it. Since he can do it and it's not too difficult, how can he, the director, sit back and ignore it?
Chu Heng took out his cigarette case and lit a cigarette, then picked up a pen and wrote down some of his thoughts on building his own house.
The time soon came to around ten o'clock.
After watching TV, she went back home and waited for a long time without seeing her husband. Ni Yinghong put on a piece of clothing and came outside the study. She opened the door and poked her head in. She looked at her husband curiously and asked, "What are you doing?"
Still not sleeping?"
"Immediately, please go back to the house for a few minutes." Chu Heng said without raising his head.
"Then I'll give you some foot washing water first." Ni Yinghong retracted her head.
After a few minutes, Chu Heng, who had only written more than half of the plan, put away the pen tiredly, stuffed the unfinished plan into the drawer, came out of the study, washed up, and went back to the bedroom to iron it.
My feet were hot, so I took off my clothes and climbed into bed.
As soon as he got into bed, Ni Yinghong, who was annoyed and annoyed waiting for him, immediately pressed against him, her plump and soft body wrapped around him like a water snake, rubbing and rubbing against him.
But after a while, in normal times, my husband, who had already pounced on me like a hungry dog, acted like a dead man and didn't respond at all.
Xiao Ni's pretty brows frowned for a moment, and he raised his head and looked at Chu Heng, who was in a daze: "What are you thinking about?"
"I was thinking about building a house for the grain management station." Chu Heng said softly.
Xiao Ni immediately became interested and stopped trying. He hurriedly asked: "Are you raising funds to build a house?"
"If we don't raise funds, we will use all our own money to build public housing," Chu Heng said.
"Public housing? Where does the money come from?" Xiao Ni asked in surprise.
"Isn't that what I'm thinking about? Okay, let's not talk about it anymore and go to sleep." Chu Heng, whose head hurt from thinking about things, turned off the light, hugged his wife and fell asleep.
Early the next morning, after Xiao Ni and others went to work, he ran into the study again and continued to figure out the plan to build a house.
And at the same time.
The lottery for housing allocation quotas, which has touched the hearts of more than 200 employees of the Sixth District Grain Port, is about to begin.
Early on, more than 30 people from the Grain Management Office and its subordinate units who had received opportunities came to the large conference room.
Some people were nervous, others were silently praying to the gods and Buddhas in the sky, and they all had great expectations for the five pitifully few places.