Is it true that just one drink can lead to a leadership position?
No wonder Old Man Liu is still an ordinary worker at such an old age. His consciousness is so low.
Naturally, Chu Heng couldn't admit this. It was all a py transaction, so it couldn't be put on the bright side, so he pretended to listen to fantasy and said to Liu Guangtian angrily: "Are you too?
Do you really think highly of your brother and me? He is the deputy section chief, how capable am I to get such an officer?"
"Of course, I'll tell my dad this when I get back." Liu Guangtian didn't have any doubts, he picked up the big front door on the table with a smile, put one in his mouth, and left in a daze.
"This old man is really successful. He is already so old. I can wait for my retirement with peace of mind. Why are you messing around?" Chu Heng smiled for a while, shook his head, went to the kitchen bucket, took out a bottle of Arctic soda, and drank it happily.
I was sitting there, reading some idle books, feeling carefree and at ease.
After a while, Ni Yinghong finally came back after having enough fun with her children. She washed the man's feet, closed the doors and windows and drew the curtains. They wiped each other's bodies, then hugged each other and climbed into bed.
This night, the girl learned how to live day by day.
The next day.
Liu Haizhong, whose hope was dashed, became depressed. Especially when he saw the high-spirited Xu Damao, he felt even more uncomfortable, as if someone had stabbed him hundreds of times.
To think that he has worked hard and hard as a worker for most of his life, but in the end he is no better than a second-rate man! How can this be justified?
Is Director Li blind?
Instead of promoting him, a hard-working old worker, he was given a promotion instead!
"God has no eyes!"
Liu Haizhong came out of the house with a sigh, got on his beloved bicycle, and hurried slowly to the steel rolling mill. He met many acquaintances on the road. He was in a bad mood and didn't even bother to say hello. He pretended not to see them.
Not long after, he left the street of the courtyard and came to the T-junction that he must pass every day.
Just as he was about to turn, a group of young people wearing military green clothes and sleeve bands wrapped around their arms suddenly ran past him.
Liu Haizhong was startled, and he quickly held the car brake, stopped obediently, and prepared to wait for them to pass before leaving.
He looked at the group of people strutting through the market in front of him, and accidentally saw a few neighbors from the courtyard in the crowd.
There were several brothers and sisters of the Yan family, as well as the second oldest child of the Zhao family, and finally he saw the second and third oldest children of his own family.
He thought for a moment and then shouted: "Guangtian, come here!"
Liu Guangtian saw that someone was calling him. He turned around and looked over. Seeing that it was his father calling him, he had no choice but to run over and asked hurriedly: "Dad, what's the matter? I'm in a hurry, please tell me."
"What are you doing here?" the old man asked curiously.
"There is a man in the alley ahead who did business in the early years. We are going to invite him to drink tea and ask him about the business." Liu Guangtian pointed to an alley not far away. Seeing that someone had already passed by, he immediately became anxious: "Dad, I
I won’t tell you more, our director is still waiting for a reply.”
"Oh, go, go quickly." Liu Haizhong said quickly.
"Then I'm leaving, Dad."
Liu Guangtian said and ran away in a hurry.
If this job is done well, maybe their director will appreciate it. Do you think he can take it easy?
Liu Haizhong squinted his small eyes and looked at his son who was running away, thinking deeply in his heart.
He suddenly remembered what he said when he held a meeting in the courtyard some time ago, that he should keep up with the form. Did he really keep up?
The old man got back on the bike with a heavy heart and continued to drive to the unit.
Not long after, he arrived at the workshop.
Instead of working as usual, Liu Haizhong ran to the dressing room, smoking cigarettes one by one, brooding and contemplating.
At the same time, Director Chu Da, the second-generation boss of Sanliang Store, known as Da Heng in the world, was riding his bike to the Grain Management Office, cursing.
"Damn it, there are meetings and meetings. You know how to have meetings every day, but don't you know how to do other things?"
It is still a sunny day today, and the sun is already burning brightly early in the morning.
He really didn't want to sit in that sauna-like shabby conference room all morning again, but he had no choice but to grit his teeth and endure it.
Not long after, Chu Heng arrived at the Grain Management Office.
There are not many people coming now, only a dozen or so people gathered at the door of the conference room, smoking and farting.
Chu Heng locked the car and walked over to chat with acquaintances for a few words, then ran to the office building to get some tea and water.
After Chu Jianshe was promoted, the person who took over his position was Bai Yuan, the former deputy director, who was also a regular customer in the patient circle, and was an old acquaintance with Chu Heng.
Therefore, he was not too polite. He walked to the office door and the first thing he said after knocking on the door was to complain.
"I asked Bai Suo, can we rest for two days? I just finished the meeting yesterday, and Mother Dute almost gave me heat and dehydration. Can you please give me some time?"
"You think you're the only one who knows about it?" Bai Yuan was also helpless. He smiled bitterly and threw away a cigarette: "We had a meeting in the bureau all night last night. Why don't I hurry up and convey the spirit of the meeting?"
"Are the people above idle? New instructions come every two days, and I can't even comprehend them!" Chu Heng kept mumbling, and his hands were not idle either.
He dug out the large enamel jar he had prepared earlier from his bag, took the tea leaves from Bai Yuan's table and poured some tea into it, then filled the jar full of boiling water and set it aside to drink during the meeting.
The two chatted for a while, and when it was almost nine o'clock, they went to the conference room together.
At this time, the temperature outside was already very high. Even though the doors and windows of the conference room were open, it was still as hot as a big stuffy pot.
As soon as Chu Heng entered the room, he felt that the pores on his body opened and a layer of fine sweat beads came out.
This is not kidney failure!
Just hot, pure hot!
He grinned and tugged at his collar, looked around, found a seat by the window, ran over and sat down happily, then held tea in one hand and a sweat towel in the other, waiting for the meeting to begin.
After sitting for a while, several leaders from the institute had arrived, and a lengthy meeting slowly began.
Chu Heng sat upright and listened to the very content of the meeting, but he was thinking about his house.
Aunt Sun told him this morning that she had found a small courtyard for him, and the owner said that he would be willing to change his place as long as he gave him 100 yuan.
It's cheap, but the courtyard is either a formal courtyard house or an ordinary three-room bungalow with a courtyard. Moreover, the house is a bit dilapidated. After the replacement, I need to find someone to tidy it up.
He is very torn right now, hesitating whether to move here first and then move to a new one when something good comes along, or whether to just move in and get a decent courtyard house after a while.
