At this time, the sky was already dark, there were no lights in the alley, and it was covered with dust. Chu Heng took the big and small dogs and a bunch of dogs out of the courtyard and walked out along the bumpy road.
Chu Zhile, who was lying in the stroller, opened his eyes wide, curiously looking at the novel world outside his home.
Huniu and Chu Zhecheng followed Chu Heng with wooden swords and spears, chattering and discussing the next trip.
"Dad, let's go to Shichahai."
"OK."
"Godfather, godfather!"
"What's wrong?"
"Then can we go to the Drum Tower? I heard from the Red Soldier that there is a pastry shop in Nagada. The pancakes are delicious and they only close at eight o'clock every day. I don't believe that the pastry shop is still open so late. Let's go and take a look.
OK?"
"..."
This abacus was made with beads, and Chu Zhe's face turned into a mess.
He scratched his head and looked at his sister. He always felt that there was something wrong with what he said, but he couldn't think of anything wrong. His clear eyes were full of stupidity.
Illiterate people who have never gone to school have been crushed by the knowledge of kindergarten students.
Language arts is also a kind of knowledge, isn’t it?
Chu Heng also felt a black line on his forehead. He lowered his head and looked at Hu Niu, whose pink little face was looking up at him expectantly. He said angrily: "You put that big lumpy taste in your mouth away?"
If you go, I will take you there."
"Yeah!" Huniu nodded vigorously, blinking her innocent eyes: "Remove it!"
"Why!"
Chu Heng sighed with a headache. Duan Fengchun had moved away for so long, and Huniu's accent hadn't changed back yet. I have to say that the Northeastern dialect is really quite contagious.
"Let's go, let's go."
"Oh, let's go to the Drum Tower!"
"Godfather is so kind!"
The two little ones were immediately happy, and the five dogs jumped along with them. They didn't know why the little master was happy, but they just jumped along with them.
So, under the leadership of Chu Heng, four people and five dogs came out of the alley and were about to head for the Drum Tower. When they passed the phone booth, Old Man Wen was answering the phone.
The two little ones were very polite and immediately stopped and stood outside the hut to send greetings.
"Hello, Grandpa Wen!"
"Grandpa Wen!"
"Alas!" Old Man Wen, who was answering the phone, responded perfunctorily, and quickly called Chu Heng, pointing to the phone on his shoulder with a smile: "By chance, your call."
"Who is it?" Chu Heng stepped forward curiously.
"From the Ministry of Foreign Trade."
"Give it to me."
Chu Heng frowned, and he had some bad guesses in his mind. He thought there was something wrong with Xu Damao, so he quickly stepped forward and picked up the phone: "I'm Chu Heng, what's the matter?"
"Hello, Comrade Chu Heng, I am Jin Jin from the Secretariat. There is something urgent in the department. Leader Bai wants you to come over as soon as possible?"
"What can I say?"
"You can't talk on the phone."
"Anything to do with truffles?"
"Uh... not really."
"Okay, I'll be there in a moment."
Chu Heng hung up the phone and breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he muttered in his heart, "It's not about truffles, so why did you call me a non-staff person so late?"
But when he saw Huniu and Chu Zhecheng's little mouths pouting visibly, he quickly put this doubt behind him.
Apparently they heard what Chu Heng had just said to the other party on the phone, and knew that this night tour operation would most likely go to waste.
Chu Heng hurriedly stepped forward and coaxed the two little ones who were about to cry to him, and said some good things to him. He also waited a lot to bring them a skewer when he came back later to make them happy. Then he immediately rode back to the camp and took the children away.
He handed it over to Ni Yinghong and the others and drove out of Banchang Hutong.
Feeling that the person on the other end of the phone was not in a hurry, he was not too anxious either. He drove to the Drum Tower first and found the dim sum shop that Huniu had mentioned. After buying the promised Pai Cha, Shaqima also
Not bad, we can just wrap it up and take it away, then go out and drive to the Ministry of Foreign Trade.
…
At this moment, most people in the Ministry of Foreign Trade have already gotten off work. The courtyard is pitch dark, with only a few rooms in the building still having lights on.
There were many people sitting in a conference room.
Leader Bai sat at the head of the conference table, and in other positions were some leaders from the unit.
Petrov was also sitting here. He had broken away from his excitement after doing something big in a daze, and was staring at the cup in front of him with his brows furrowed, thinking about something.
Leader Bai glanced at him and chewed his teeth worriedly.
Space cotton was a scarce thing in China at this time. Petrov was very happy that he could get it, but he also had a headache.
Because this money was not included in the plan at all.
And China’s foreign exchange is very precious. Every penny has its uses, and most of them have already planned in advance where it will go. So if you want to take out this money, you have to squeeze it out of other plans, or
It's a waste of the meager reserves.
No matter which one it is, it is a bit difficult and the process is cumbersome. By the time they finish it, the daylilies will probably be cold.
So they thought of Chu Heng, who was selling truffles in full swing, and planned to use the money to buy space cotton.
Then the problem comes.
Petrov's original intention to go to Weber was to destroy their alliance. Buying space cotton was just a pretense. How damn, that guy actually dared to sell it!
After Leader Bai learned about the situation, he wanted to fake it and negotiate the deal.
And this is likely to have an impact on Chu Heng's plan, resulting in poor sales of truffles.
This has entered an endless cycle. If they want to buy space cotton, they may not be able to sell the truffles at a high price. If they cannot sell at a high price, they will have no money to buy space cotton...
But it made these people very worried.
So we can only call Chu Heng urgently to see if he can cooperate with us to change the plan.
"lead."
Ding Jilong frowned and put out the cigarette butt in his hand, and said to Leader Bai, who looked solemn: "It's probably useless to contact Chu Heng for this matter. After all, time is too tight. I think it's better to contact the bank of the Administration of Foreign Exchange.
"
"There's no rush. Let's wait and see. Maybe that kid has other ideas?" Leader Bai shook his head. He didn't know why, but he always felt that Chu Heng would definitely have something.
"I think it's a bit difficult." Petrov said in a deep voice: "For this plan, we people have prepared a lot of work. It is impossible to change people and goals temporarily, so now we have only choices before us.
To solve the problem, either temporarily give up the interests of truffles and find ways to get money from other places, or give up the space cotton transaction and look for other opportunities."
"Dong dong dong!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.
Everyone looked at the door. Following Leader Bai's invitation to come in, the door opened and Chu Heng, the secretary responsible for picking up people downstairs, led Chu Heng in.
"Crack, click, click."
This guy was holding a bag of pork chops in his hand, eating deliciously. He glanced at the people in the room, raised his eyebrows, and said with scum in his mouth: "Hey, the battle is not small!"
The blond man silently raised his hand to flick away the scum that splashed on his shoulder, and stepped aside.
"You're finally here, kid." Leader Bai showed a smile on his face and beckoned: "Come here quickly, I have something to talk to you about."
"Okay."
Chu Heng quickly stepped forward, sat down next to Ding Jilong, and put the BBQ in his hand on the table: "I heard from Lao Jin that you haven't eaten yet, so I just happened to buy some BBQ on the way.
