The current situation is still a continuation of the previous thirty years of non-stop fighting, and the first day of the new year continues, so in the early morning of the first day of the new year, which is still filled with the sulfur smell left last night, the residents of the city come out of their homes one after another, preparing to go to work.
Chu Heng didn't go to work today because he had nothing to do for the time being. He planned to stay at home with his precious daughter for two days before going.
After Qin Jingru left in the morning, he also came out of the house, ready to fulfill his promise.
He wandered in the alley, heading towards the telephone booth at the entrance of the alley. When he met the neighbors, he would smile and hold his hands in front of him, saying "Happy New Year".
Most people reacted as if they had been stung by a scorpion. They looked around furtively, secretly bowed their hands to him in return, whispered a happy New Year, and then hurried away.
I won’t go into details about the reasons.
Soon, he wandered to the phone booth at the entrance of the alley. After saying New Year's greetings to Old Man Wen who was looking at the phone, he picked up the phone and dialed.
He made two calls in total. The first one was to an acquaintance in the city, asking him to send his little brother Chu Qi and the little girl named Ji Xuemei to northern Shaanxi.
The other party was dumbfounded at the time.
"No, I remember Chu Qi is your brother, right?"
"Ah, what's wrong?"
"What's your brother's grudge? Why are you sending it to that place? I heard that northern Shaanxi is very hard, and I often end up eating too much."
"Hey, isn't this just to train him? You can just do it. I have something else to do, so I'll hang up now and treat you to a drink another day."
"It's done."
After hanging up the phone, Chu Heng dialed again and called He Zishi, asking him to call his comrade in northern Shaanxi and asking him to take care of him when Chu Qi came over.
Well, just for a little while, just make sure you don't die.
After explaining clearly, Chu Heng made an appointment with He Zishi to go to the old company commander's place to pay New Year's greetings on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, then hung up the phone and prepared to go back.
Unexpectedly, before he could walk far away, the phone rang. Old Man Wen picked it up and asked, then he quickly shouted to Chu Heng: "Chu Suo, don't leave yet. I have a call from you. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Called."
"Tsk, you really don't want me to rest all day!"
After hearing this, Chu Heng immediately understood what the call was about. He frowned, then reluctantly walked over, grabbed the phone that had not been hung up, and asked: "Who?"
"It's me, team leader, Qian Ding."
"Talking about something."
"The leader asked me to inform you that your punishment is over and that you should get out of here as soon as possible... uh, come back to work."
"Is it just the Ministry of Foreign Affairs? What about the Grain Management Office?"
"I don't know about that."
"Okay, I'll be there later."
Chu Heng rolled his eyes and put down the phone. After thinking about it, he called his second uncle again and asked about the work arrangements at the Grain Management Office and whether he wanted to go back to work.
But Chu Jianshe finally sent the god of plague away, so how could he possibly come back and cause trouble for him?
"Anyway, you won't be able to stay here for long, so just work peacefully at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Huang Mingfeng will take over the work of the Liuliang Institute temporarily. When you leave, he will take your place."
"Okay, just look at the arrangements."
Chu Heng also expected this result. He shrugged and hung up the phone. He took out a few cents from his pocket and gave them to Old Man Wen before walking into the alley.
A few moments.
Chu Heng came to the confinement room. Ni Yinghong had just eaten and was holding Chu Zhile to breastfeed. Chu Zhecheng stood aside with a wrinkled face, waiting to eat the leftovers.
He is used to eating whole grains and grains and now he is not very interested in this stuff.
"It's really cold this morning." Chu Heng, who was covered in cold air, stood at the door as usual without going in. He rubbed his hands, stamped his feet, looked at his daughter who was eating delicious food with a smile, and said: "There is a call from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
, I have to go there later."
"Then when will you come back?" Ni Yinghong raised her eyes and looked over: "My cousin and the others are here to pay New Year's greetings at noon, can they come back in time?"
"I'll try my best. I haven't been there for a while, and I don't know if there are many things going on. If you really can't come back, you can explain it to Huosheng and the others." Chu Heng didn't dare to make a guarantee.
"Okay, I get it, screw you." Ni Yinghong nodded, suddenly frowned, and exclaimed: "Oh, I said it smells so bad. It's the girl who pooped. Come over and change her urine."
Piece."
"Coming, coming!"
Chu Heng rushed to get a basin of warm water and brought it over. He had always disliked the job of changing diapers when Chu Zhecheng was born. At this time, he skillfully took the daughter, opened the swaddling clothes, took out the baby, and wiped it with a warm towel.
After I peed my baby, I changed into a clean diaper, wrapped the baby again and handed it to my wife. Then I picked up the dirty diaper and put it in the basin to wash it. Then I went out to dry it, then I packed up my things, went out and drove away.
It didn't take long.
Chu Heng came to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. The New Year had just passed, but there was no New Year atmosphere in the ministry. Everyone was in a hurry, busy with new tasks for this year.
He strolled upstairs, first went to report to Mr. Meng, and then went to the winery project team that he had not seen for a long time.
"Oh, team leader, we miss you so much!"
"Why do you think this sounds so embarrassing to me?"
"Don't pay attention to these details. You don't know. Without your leadership, we will be like children without a mother, with no peace of mind."
"Haha, that's too exaggerated."
"It's not an exaggeration at all. Sit down quickly and I'll make you some tea."
Qian Ding and others, who had never had a backbone during this period, were overjoyed at his return, and they held him in their arms for a long time.
After chatting like this for a while, Chu Heng began to deal with the official business that he had accumulated during his absence. A bunch of rotten garlic took out a bunch of thick documents and lined up waiting for him to sign.
He was reviewing and giving instructions, and it took him a full two hours to finish it.
"Old Qian." Handing the last document to Qian Ding, Chu Heng waved his hand and asked, "How is the packaging design team doing?"
"We have already come up with a set of designs, but you are not here for this section. They don't know if you are satisfied or dissatisfied. Thinking that it is idle time, they designed another set, but it is only halfway through."
Qian Ding said hurriedly.
"Then let me go take a look." Chu Heng stood up and walked downstairs with his hands behind his back, and came to a room on the third floor.
This room was originally a conference room. It was requisitioned by him a few years ago as a studio for the packaging design team. It is small in area, only about fifty square meters. There is a long table in the middle, with various drawings and painting tools scattered around it.
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At this time, the five people in the design team were sitting at the table and immersed in drawing. The ground around them was littered with discarded scraps, cigarette butts and other items.
These five people were recruited by Chu Heng from the Design Institute and the Academy of Fine Arts. Except for one old gentleman who knew the culture of the Tang Dynasty very well, the rest were all young people in their twenties and thirties.
This was something Chu Heng did deliberately. Old comrades have experience, but their ideas are too old, so he only found one person who acted as a living dictionary, and the rest were all young people with many ideas and flexible minds.