After Chu Heng's adjustment, the atmosphere in the room relaxed a lot, and Ding and Fang apologized a few times. Meng Huazhi walked down the slope, and some communication between the two parties gradually began.
We can no longer be called colleagues from now on, and there is no need to be so rigid, right?
"Chiliu!"
Meng Huazhi took a sip of tea at this time and tasted the fragrance remaining between his lips and teeth. He couldn't help but be curious and asked Chu Heng and the others: "What is the black truffle you just talked about? Listen to you.
You mean, this thing is very important?"
"It's important." Ding Jilong nodded with a smile, and then told him roughly what happened.
After Meng Huazhi heard that, his heart ached. This was a real achievement. He immediately glared at Chu Heng without leaving any trace. Why are you so talkative? Can't you keep these words until I take office?
Chu Heng immediately stared back, I was suspended from my post as a non-staff member, what do you care what I say?
"It's not just that." Fang Yunliang on the side added fuel to the fire at this time. He glanced at Chu Heng, his face filled with overflowing admiration: "Comrade Chu Heng gave Lao Ding and his friends something to increase foreign trade.
I think the quota suggestions are also very good, especially the third-party transit export method, which is very constructive. If done properly, it can basically perfectly avoid the blockade imposed on us by Batumi and others."
"Huh? How do you know this?" Ding Jilong looked at him in astonishment, his eyes widened, and asked: "I only got the report on Comrade Chu Heng's suggestions three days ago, how did you know about it?
Already?"
"Ah?" Fang Yunliang then realized that he was gibbering, and he said with evasive eyes: "Oh, you really confused me. In fact, I have heard people mention it occasionally.
That’s all, I forgot exactly who it was.”
Ding Jilong suddenly became furious, patted the armrest of the chair, and hummed: "Looks like I have to straighten things up when I get back, because our mother, Stuart, is like a colander!"
"Tsk!"
Chu Heng looked distressedly at the armchair that would fetch at least one million dollars at auction in the world. He hesitated for a moment, but finally restrained himself from reminding the other party, otherwise he would look too petty.
That thing would have been valuable in later generations, but now it was worth a mere penny, and he paid ten yuan a handful, and when it was over, he even walked around with a red sandalwood pier...
Xiao Wenjing, who was sitting in the corner, was trembling and her eyes were wandering. She loved to chat. During the tea party with the sisters at work these two days, she had mentioned Chu Heng's matter more than once...
Meng Huazhi smacked his teeth hard several times, frowned deeply, and asked: "Who can tell me in detail about this third-party transit exit?"
Fang Yunliang, who had learned his lesson, shrugged and pretended to be confused: "I don't know much about this. I only heard a few words at the time. You have to ask Lao Ding or Comrade Chu for details."
"I don't know if you are really unclear or if you are pretending to be unclear." Ding Jilong snorted at him and then explained to Meng Huazhi Chu Heng's idea of opening a trading company.
Meng Huazhi was so heartbroken after hearing this that he wanted to tear Chu Heng's mouth off.
In fact, he had heard Chu Heng talk about opening a third-party re-export, and was currently doing it. After all, the winery's red wine was intended to be sold in this way.
However, he has never mentioned this matter to outsiders. His original plan was to wait until he took office before vigorously launching this plan.
Unexpectedly, before he could make any move, Chu Heng, a blasphemous person, had already spilled the beans!
Tsk!
Meng Huazhi was so angry that his teeth were itching. Why did this kid's mouth look like the waistband of cotton pants?
You can't hide anything at all!
At this moment, he really regretted it.
If he had known that so many things would happen, he would not have agreed to Father Shen's idea of beating Chu Heng even if he died!
Unfortunately, now that the done thing is done, it's too late for him to regret it. He can only wait to turn back and make amends.
So, after having lunch here at noon, Meng Huazhi was not in a hurry to leave. After Chu Heng sent Ding Jilong and the others away, he dragged Chu Heng into the study and warned in a whisper: "You kid, listen to me. Okay! From today on, take care of your big mouth and don’t shake everything out. The little oil and water in your belly is enough for you to show off!
If nothing else, just talk about that truffle, can't you wait until you officially go to the Ministry of Foreign Trade to take it out? That is a real achievement, but now it is making others cheaper!"
"Okay, okay, okay, I got it, I got it." Chu Heng agreed, but he didn't care in his heart. The thought in his head was, what's left of a black truffle?
Then Meng Huazhi reminded him again, and then left in the car with a slumped face.
"Walk slowly, leader."
At the gate, after Chu Heng waved Meng Huazhi away, he mumbled and wiped himself away and returned to the hospital: "Every day, even if I am suspended from work, I will not stop at home."
A few moments.
When he returned to the backyard, Chu Zhecheng was already squatting in the main room, holding a ball in his hand, waiting for him eagerly.
When Fang Yunliang didn't come in the morning, Chu Heng was planning to paint something on his son's ring to make it more beautiful. But then the matter was put on hold, and he has been so busy that he hasn't painted it yet.
No, Chu Zhe couldn't wait any longer as soon as he left.
"father!"
Seeing Chu Heng coming back from the front yard, Chu Zhecheng hurriedly ran forward and raised the ball high: "Can you draw it for me now?"
"Yes, let's start painting now." Chu Heng knelt down and picked up his son, striding into the main room. Then he found the watercolor pens he bought at the Friendship Store from the chest of drawers. He thought about it while holding the A cartoon version of a panda was drawn on it.
"Done!"
After finishing the painting in a short while, Chu Heng looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction. The black and white panda was chubby and round. It looked silly and cute, and was very lovable.
Then he handed the 尜尜 to his son and asked with a smile: "How is it? Do you like it?"
"Yeah."
Chu Zhecheng nodded vigorously happily.
Chu Heng, who had an episode of indirect fatherly love, rubbed his head lovingly: "Let's play."
Chu Zhecheng immediately ran out happily and showed off to his friends.
Immediately, Chu Heng also came out of the main room, and first went to the deaf old lady's room to talk to Ni Yinghong and the others for a while, then went into the study and started drafting a black truffle development plan.
This kind of thing is not a problem for him. It can be said that it comes easily. It took less than an hour and most of the plan had been written.
Immediately after he took a break and took a sip of tea, he picked up the pen again and prepared to write the rest in one go.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he started writing, Chu Zhecheng's cry could be heard outside the house.
