A few people were laughing and joking in the private room for a while, and suddenly there was a knock on the door. Xu Damao opened the door and walked in, carrying a pot of tea in his hand and smiling broadly: "Excuse me, leaders, this is what I said.
A friend from out of town sent me some tea and said it was quite good. However, my wild boar couldn't eat the fine chaff and couldn't taste the tea, so I made a pot of it on my own initiative and wanted to invite all the leaders to taste it.
"
"Hey, Brother Damao, come on, come on, sit here, I haven't seen you for a while." Chu Heng waved to him enthusiastically.
"Why."
Xu Damao came to him and poured another round of tea for everyone: "Come on, come on, all the leaders, try it. If it's good, I'll ask my buddy to bring more, and I'll give you some points later."
point."
"Then this is Chu Suo. Who in the company doesn't know that Chu Suo is a tea lover." Su Chen immediately held up the smelly feet.
"Yes, yes, yes, Chu tastes it first, Chu tastes it first, how can we, a bunch of rough guys, understand this?"
"You come first, Chu Suo, I will drink the high foam in my mouth, and like Director Xu, I will not be able to chew any fine chaff."
Huang Mingfeng and others also agreed.
"Then I'll try it first."
Chu Heng was so happy to be praised, he picked up the water cup with a smile, looked at the color of the tea first, took another sip, squinted and tasted it, and then said calmly: "Not bad, the taste is smooth and sweet.
It has a mellow taste, with the flavor of longan, pine smoke and cooked sweet potatoes. After tasting it, there is a faint sour taste. If I guessed correctly, this should be the best Lapsang Souchong!"
"Expert, Chu Suo, yes, it's Lapsang Souchong." Xu Damao widened his eyes exaggeratedly and gave a thumbs up in admiration.
Others followed suit and licked wildly.
"Chu Suo is still awesome. I really don't taste it at all. I admire him."
"I can even drink any kind of tea. Chu Heng is indeed an expert at it."
"hehe."
Chu Heng's smiling eyes were gone. He felt that the food management department was better because the atmosphere was harmonious and everyone spoke nicely.
Then a group of them discussed around the tea leaves, and soon Zhou Xueyang, Xiang Yong and other section chiefs who were riding bicycles behind them also came over.
Upon seeing this, Qiu Rong hurriedly ordered people to serve the food.
After a while, the food and wine were served, and a group of people started changing glasses.
During the dinner, Chu Heng was frequently toasted, and his past achievements were cited and praised one by one by these guys. They also expressed their admiration for his outstanding qualities such as hard work, courage to be the first, and willingness to contribute.
Ouch.
Chu Heng looked so comfortable after drinking this meal, he must have looked at least two years older, with a wrinkled smile on his face.
"Okay, okay, that's it for today. You can't drink anymore. Don't delay your work."
At around one o'clock, after three drinks and five dishes, everyone except Xu Damao, who was drunk, was basically tipsy. Chu Heng felt that it was almost done, so he stood up and announced that the banquet was dismissed.
Of course, everyone did not dare to have any objections to this. They all stood up and followed Chu Heng out of the guest house, then got on their bicycles and returned to the Grain Management Office.
Su Chen and the other three who came by car earlier took someone else's car back, but Chu Heng didn't go back. After sending the group away, he wiped himself off and got into the bathhouse.
He has been away for more than a month and has not had a proper bath. He almost misses this pool.
Chu Heng went down the stairs and bought a ticket. After entering, he took off his clothes and plunged into the pool. The warm water instantly enveloped his whole body, as if he had returned to his mother's womb. He hummed in comfort.
Then he soaked while chatting with a few familiar bath putty. After half an hour, he got out of the pool and took a bath, then slipped upstairs and repaired.
I had a pedicure, drank tea for a while, played chess for a while, and came out of the bathhouse after three o'clock.
“It’s still more comfortable to take a bath.”
Chu Heng walked to Volga refreshed and was about to open the car door and get in the car to leave, when Xu Damao ran out smelling of alcohol.
"Chu Suo."
"What's wrong, Brother Damao?" He looked over in confusion.
Xu Damao wandered over and asked in a low voice: "What about that? Are you free tonight? How about you come to my place and have some drinks? I'm taking care of the kids by the way."
Chu Heng actually really wanted to see his daughter, but unfortunately he had arranged tonight's trip in the morning, so he could only say to him: "But it's really impossible today. I have to go to my father-in-law's house tonight, maybe tomorrow."
"That's it, I have to leave first, see you tomorrow." Chu Heng waved his hands and wiped himself in the car, quickly started the car and drove away.
He made many twists and turns, and soon drove the Volga out of the city, finally stopping outside the scrap yard.
If his butterfly effect does not work, next month the vigorous movement to the mountains and countryside will begin, and then the pigeon market here will also open along with it.
The purpose of his coming here today is to check the preparation of the venue.
"Tsk, this garbage mountain hasn't changed much during this time." Chu Heng glanced at the piles of broken bricks and tiles in front of him, and walked into the scrapyard.
When he first entered, the road under his feet was still a bit muddy, but when he got a little further in, it suddenly became clearer. The road suddenly became much wider and smoother.
After a while.
Chu Heng came to the residential area hidden in the scrap yard. The huts were scattered in a scattered manner, and people could be seen coming in and out of the house from time to time.
"Oh, Master Chu!"
One of Cen Hao's younger brothers noticed him at this time and rushed to greet him: "Brother Hao has gone to work. Do you have any instructions?"
"Nothing's wrong, just come over and have a look. Is Zheng Jun here? If so, ask him to come over." Chu Heng threw a cigarette.
"Yes, yes, I'll call you right away." The younger brother turned around and ran away, and soon he and Zheng Jun came running from a distance.
I don’t know what the grandson Zheng Jun was doing before. He was holding up his pants while running here, and the buttons on his clothes were messed up.
When he came to Chu Heng, Zheng Jun just zipped up his pants and asked with a flattering smile: "Master Chu, what are your orders?"
Chu Heng glanced at the ferocious birthmark on his face and said, "I'm here to see how the construction of the venue is going."
"Oh, come this way, watch your step." Zheng Jun was busy leading the way, leading him past the hut and to the open space not far away that had been cleared and compacted before.
I saw that the originally empty land had sprouted a few more huts at some point, standing in a row in the open space.
Chu Heng specially arranged for Du San to build these huts, planning to use them themselves after the Pigeon Market opens.
Several rooms have similar specifications, more than 50 square meters, with blue bricks and black tiles. There are also a few counters built with old wood made from local materials.
"Well, not bad."
After walking around the house, he nodded with satisfaction and asked Zheng Jun: "Where is the warehouse? Show me to me."
"Just at the back." Zheng Jun hurriedly pointed to several mountains of garbage at the back door of a row of huts, and then led him to one of them. He stepped forward and moved away a few bricks and wooden boards, revealing a thick solid wood door.
