After deciding on the job transfer, Xu Damao chatted with Chu Heng for a while. It wasn't until more than half an hour later that Su Chen came to him to sign and then got up to leave.
"Then what, you go ahead and do your work, Tsuneko, I'll leave first."
Chu Heng looked at the time and saw that it was already noon, so he quickly stopped and said, "No, it's almost twelve o'clock. Why are we walking? Just wait for me. I'll be fine soon. Let's go out for a drink when we're done."
"Let's wait for another day. You see you are so busy, so I won't cause any trouble."
"What are you busy with? Just wait and see."
"Then...let's do it."
Xu Damao also wanted to get closer and closer to Chu Heng, so he declined a little, then accepted the situation, sat back on the sofa again, blinked his sneaky eyes and looked at Su Chen who was standing respectfully aside, with a smile on his face.
A gentle smile, but there is an imperceptible hint of covetousness hidden in the depths of his eyes.
He started to inquire about the situation here after Chu Heng promised to transfer him to the Grain Management Office, and found out that the fat man in front of him was the deputy director with no backer, and was promoted by Chu Heng.
This not only gave Xu Damao an idea that he could replace.
After all, considering the distance and distance, his identity as an old neighbor, old brother, and adoptive father of a child who cannot be treated with outsiders, is not much closer to Chu Heng than the fat man named Su?
Naturally, Su Chen didn't know that this old-looking guy was spanking the spot under his butt. After Chu Heng signed the document, he reported on his work during this period and smiled politely at Xu Damao.
He smiled and turned around and left.
"Let's go, Brother Damao, let's eat in the casserole." Chu Heng also stood up at this time and greeted Xu Damao.
"Okay, I'm a guest. You can do as you please."
Xu Damao stood up cheerfully, followed him out of the office, got on the Volvo parked downstairs, and when he waited at the door, he loaded Xu Damao's bicycle into the trunk, and then headed towards the Casserole House.
After arriving at the place, the two of them ordered four dishes and a bottle of Erguotou for five yuan and seventy-six cents. Then they ate and drank together and left at about 1:30.
"See you later, Brother Damao."
"Hey, when I have free time in a few days, I will prepare some good dishes and let's go to my house and have some drinks."
"Sure, then I'll wait."
At the entrance of the hotel, Chu Heng watched Xu Damao, who was a little dizzy after just drinking half a bottle of wine, walk away, then turned around and got in the car and left.
After returning to the Grain Management Office, he plunged into busy official duties again, and it wasn't until about three o'clock that he finally had some time off.
"call!"
After signing an application report, Chu Heng, who looked a little tired, let out a long sigh, then took the cigarette case on the table, lit a cigarette for himself, and leaned on the chair while smoking.
, while closing his eyes and resting his mind.
Not long after.
After a cigarette burned out, Chu Heng slowly opened his eyes, put out the cigarette butt, and thoughtfully took a piece of paper and wrote down several important positions of the guest house under construction on the paper with a pen.
Then he lowered his head and looked at those positions, thinking about where Xu Damao should be placed.
The guest house that Chu Heng plans to build is roughly divided into four departments: bathhouse, restaurant, guest room, and logistics. There are only five important positions, namely the directors of the four departments and the guest house manager.
The manager, Xu Damao, definitely couldn't do the job. First, he had no experience, and second, he didn't have the ability to take charge of the overall situation, so we could only choose one of the four departments for him.
After pondering like this for a while, Chu Heng dropped the hanging pen and wrote Xu Damao's name behind the guest room.
Then he set his sights on several other positions and planned to choose them himself.
The guest house is a business that Chu Heng uses to pay off his debts. He is not worried about leaving these important positions in the hands of others. If an incompetent person is hired, the impact on the business will not be the slightest!
One soldier is raging, and a den of generals is raging!
"Who should I look for?"
Chu Heng stared at the word manager on the paper and pondered for a long time, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "How could I forget about him!"
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In the early morning, when the fiery red sun slowly rose from the horizon, Sijiu City, which had been silent all night, was awakened again. Housewives from various houses got up one after another and started preparing breakfast, with pots and pans clinking loudly.
"I'm leaving!"
At around seven o'clock, Qiu Rong, who had finished breakfast, pushed a new 28-year-old bicycle out of his home. When he arrived at the gate of the courtyard, he, who was a little fat, struggled to lift his short and thick thighs to get on the bicycle and pedaled.
The car rushed towards the unit.
It's early spring this year. Although it's only April, the temperature in Sijiu City is already a bit hot.
As for Qiu Rong, who was middle-aged, he was not only fat, but also weak. He was very afraid of heat. After kicking for a while, his forehead began to sweat and he began to breathe heavily.
He pedaled all the way, and when he arrived near the unit, the back of the shirt under his coat was already soaked with sweat.
"You came early enough today, Manager Qiu."
"It's not too late for you."
"Have you eaten?"
"Eat, eat."
Qiu Rong pedaled past various shops such as a grocery store, a grain store, and a pastry shop. He casually greeted people he knew well and arrived outside his unit in a short while.
The only state-owned hotel on the street.
"Lao Qiu!"
Outside the hotel, several waiters were eating melon seeds and chatting together. Seeing him coming, a chubby aunt came over hurriedly and jealously shared with him that Aunt Sun had just come from Sanliang restaurant.
Gossip from there.
"Have you heard? The grocery store manager is going to be replaced,"
"Who should I change?" Qiu Rong reached out to the melon seeds in his aunt's hand with a curious look on his face.
"It's just their deputy manager, Liu Bo!" the aunt curled her lips.
"Who? Why didn't I remember that they also have a deputy manager named Liu Bo?" Qiu Rong looked confused.
"Oh, it's just that stinky Ga Ben'er's dead fish eyes!" The aunt half-squinted her eyes vividly, her eyes were dull and lifeless, and she was very expressive.
"Oh, him! Hey, I've known him for so long, and this is the first time I've heard of his name." Qiu Rong nodded suddenly, but at the same time he couldn't help but feel sour in his heart.
I remember that when this damn fisheye was still a salesman, he was the manager of this hotel, but now that he has been promoted to manager, he has not even moved.
And it's not just the grocery store. In the past few years, other units on the street have also changed one after another. There are no farewell banquets and welcome banquets. I don't know how many meals I have eaten. He is the only one who seems to be welded to death in the state-owned enterprise.
Like a hotel.
Therefore, people on the street still jokingly call him the iron-clad Manager Qiu.
Speaking of this, he was really unlucky.
Originally, Qiu Rong was about to be promoted the year before last, but unexpectedly, something happened. In the blink of an eye, something happened to the leader he relied on. Naturally, the matter of his promotion was dropped, and he has been working there ever since.
"Why!"
Thinking of his sadness, Qiu Rong had no intention of having sex with them. He took out his cigarette and spread it around, then entered the hotel with his hands behind his back and started working for the day.
At around nine o'clock, a Volga suddenly stopped in front of the hotel.
Immediately afterwards, Chu Heng burst into the hotel in a hurry, found Qiu Rong who was checking accounts with the accountant, and asked: "Lao Qiu, do you want a house? A building of more than 50 square meters, two bedrooms and one living room, with an independent kitchen.
