The grain store is not too far from the courtyard. If you ride a bicycle, you can get there in three to five minutes.
When Chu Heng arrived at the unit, Lian An, the director of the grain store, had already arrived first.
From a distance, I saw a gray-haired little old man squatting at the door of the shop, smoking a cigarette. He was wearing a gray Mao suit that had been washed and faded, and his knees and elbows were patched. Who would have thought that he was a manager?
A leader who has food and clothing issues for nearly 10,000 people?
This is also a characteristic of the times.
Because fabric was scarce, each family received very few cloth tickets, and many people could not afford a new set of clothes for several years, so there was a jingle of three years for the new, three years for the old, and three more years for sewing and mending.
When relatives and friends get married, if you give them a quilt, it is considered a big gift.
Chu Heng pedaled the car and stopped next to the company director. While locking the car, he greeted: "Director, you came early enough."
"I just arrived and I just finished smoking."
Director Lian stood up with a smile, flicked the ashes of his cigarette, and his old and pale face was covered with wrinkles: "But you kid, you go to work every day, why are you here so early today?"
"I woke up early today."
Chu Heng habitually took out the big front door from his pocket, took one in his mouth, and handed another one over: "You can save another one."
"Good guys, I've already smoked Daqianmen." Director Lian is an old smoker, but because the family has many children and a heavy burden, he usually smokes eight-cent products. Seeing that it is a good cigarette like Daqianmen, he quickly reached out to take it.
, put it in front of my nose and smelled it vigorously before putting it into my mouth, lighting it with the butt of the cigarette on my hand, and then started smoking again.
After taking a few puffs of cigarette, the old man smacked his lips, glanced at Chu Heng who was leisurely beside him, and suddenly said: "Yesterday I went to the bureau for a meeting, and a new person was sent to our store. I heard it was Deputy Luo
Son of the director, you better be mentally prepared."
Chu Heng was stunned when he heard this, and then frowned.
Director Lian is already fifty-nine this year and will retire next year. Now he is filling the store with someone who is the son of the bureau leader. His purpose is self-evident.
This is about picking peaches!
The reason why the original owner of Chu Heng's body came here to work as a registration clerk in the cadre establishment was because he came to the position that the company director was about to vacate.
Now it's good, he has been working diligently in the store for more than half a year, and he is about to welcome the fruits of victory. Suddenly, someone from above comes to grab the position. Isn't this disgusting!
Chu Heng fell into silence.
He was hesitating whether he should fight for this position.
Although he has a warehouse of food close to him, whether he is the director or not, he can prosper in this era.
But what man wouldn’t like power?
Any man with some ambition will not be willing to be inferior to others, except of course at certain times...
So after much thought, Chu Heng decided to compete.
In fact, his identity as the director of the grain store was of great help to him.
Not only will his social status be improved, but the network of people he will come into contact with will also be much wider. In the future, whether he wants to do business or something else, he will be able to use these.
Who told us that this is a humane society?
"hiss!"
Chu Heng took a long drag on his cigarette, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out. He stuffed the remaining half of the pack of cigarettes into Director Lian's hand and said with sincere gratitude: "Thank you, Director, I'll go in first."
Even the director was not polite and stuffed it into his pocket. At the same time, he also said: "Go and ask your second uncle when you have time and let him give you some advice. Don't think he is just the deputy director of the Grain Management Institute. He has a lot of connections."
It’s hard!”
"Okay, I'll treat you to a drink later." Chu Heng nodded and walked into the room.
The business area of the grain store is not large, only more than 100 square meters in total. There is a row of huge boxes in the middle for storing various grains.
There are several large oil barrels standing against the wall on the east side. One of the barrels has an old-fashioned oil extractor with a rocker inserted. If someone comes to buy oil, they must first use the oil extractor to pump the oil into a small barrel, and then
Use a special bucket to load oil for people.
Chu Heng bypassed the cabinets and went straight into the back room. He went to the small kitchen to light the stove and put a pot of water on it to boil. Then he returned to the office he shared with Director Lian.
After wiping the tables and chairs with a rag, he began to organize the account books and receipts to prepare for a new day's work.
After working for a while, Director Lian came in, still holding a cigarette in his mouth, but it was not the front door, but the one he usually smoked. He probably had to save the half pack of cigarettes for others to use.
Chu Heng was very discerning. As soon as the old man sat down, he quickly stood up and picked up his own and the old man's enamel water glasses: "The water has just boiled. Let me pour you some water."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Director Lian stopped him cheerfully, took out a small paper bag from his pocket and gave it to him, and said with a proud smile: "We men also enjoy the tea that was sold in the bureau yesterday."
"You are really capable to get this thing." Chu Heng raised his eyebrows, took the paper bag and opened it. Inside was a small pinch of tea leaves, also called high breaking.
In later generations, this thing would be nothing, but in this era, it is definitely a good thing.
Chu Heng opened the lid of Director Lian's water cup, and with a flick of his wrist, most of the tea leaves in the paper bag were poured in, and the rest was thrown into his own cup.
"Ouch, you loser!" Director Lian slapped his thigh and stared: "Old man, I managed to get some tea leaves, but you bastard just killed me in one go!"
"I said, director, how many meals would you like to drink with this little tea? Look, I dug it for you. I'll go to my second uncle's place to get some for you later." Chu Heng rolled his eyes, turned around and left the office, and after a while
He came back with two steamy cups.
"Zi! Ha!"
Chu Heng drank the hot tea happily. He didn't know how many kinds of tea were mixed in the tea leaves, but it was quite delicious.
"You loser!"
Director Lian muttered while drinking, with a distressed look on his face.
Chu Heng didn't say anything, just drank tea and worked.
After a while, there was a knock on the office door, and a pretty woman walked in.
The woman's name is Ni Yinghong, she is a cashier in the store, and she is also a golden flower in the food system. Not only is she beautiful, but she also has an excellent figure, especially the two petals that look good for fertility.
Buttocks are favored by many prospective mothers-in-law.
"Brother Chu, I'm here to collect today's money." Ni Yinghong came in and approached Chu Heng. Her fair and delicate face shone softly in the sun, and her ear-length black short hair made her look very capable.
Chu Heng raised his head, glanced at her buttocks without trace, then looked at her flawless face, and suddenly felt love at first sight...
He calmly withdrew his gaze, took out the banknotes he had prepared and put them on the table: "I've been waiting for you, just order some."
Ni Yinghong picked up the money slip, counted it carefully twice, and then signed her name in a delicate handwriting on the account book after confirming that there were no discrepancies.
Chu Heng took the account book, glanced at the name on it, rolled his eyes, and a warm smile appeared on his handsome face with sharp angles. He said without saying anything: "The word Xiao Ni is so beautiful, I feel ashamed.
"
"It's okay." Ni Yinghong, who had been surrounded by boys since she was a child, didn't know what he was thinking, so she took the things and left without giving him a chance.
