At around eight o'clock, customers came to the grain store one after another, and the aunts also started to get busy.
Chu Heng, who had nothing to eat, came out of the store after staying for a while, got in his car and rushed to the Sijiucheng Food Factory, preparing to finalize Wu Jiekai's job first.
Why!
It’s so busy every day!
At this time, the wind outside was almost gone, and there were more and more people on the road visible to the naked eye. They were cleaning up the sand and dust on the road with the street sweepers, all of whom were organized by various units.
All of them were doing it passionately.
Chu Heng didn't drive quickly all the way, fearing that he would stir up dust and smoke and cause trouble to others, which would lead to curses and even bricks...
Mainly the latter.
"Tu tu tu tu!"
The car drove slowly all the way, not caring about the consumption of gasoline. Anyway, there was a place to refuel, and it didn't cost any money.
Halfway through the journey, Chu Heng suddenly stopped at a T-junction, rolled down the window, stretched out his head, and shouted to his good friend Ping Rui, who was shoveling the soil in front of him with a shovel: "Hi, old man.
Brother, I heard that you slapped the table in front of the boss? You are really a heifer flying on a plane, and the cow is on top!"
"You got the wrong person!"
Ping Rui's face turned red with embarrassment, he picked up the shovel and hid his face before walking away, his skinny calves moving so fast that he disappeared in the blink of an eye.
It wasn't that he felt embarrassed sweeping the street, but that he felt it was too ugly to be raped, and he couldn't face his good brother who had stabbed him before.
"You still know how embarrassing it is!"
Chu Heng looked away with a teasing expression, then stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped away.
After a while, he came to Sijiucheng Food Factory.
When the old janitor saw such a luxurious car, he definitely couldn't just open the door and let people go without asking any questions.
"Thank you, man!"
Chu Heng, who had been interrogated for a while when he came over last time, waved with emotion and drove into the factory.
A man relies on his clothes, and a horse relies on its saddle. The ancients do not deceive me!
Eh?
Who said this?
Is it Mr. Lu Shuren?
With questions in his mind, Chu Heng made many twists and turns and soon stopped at the foot of the office building.
"Bang!"
Under the inquiring eyes of several aunties chatting at the bottom of the building, Chu Heng got out of the car, carried a small bag like a human, strutted into the office building, and finally reached the third floor and entered the office of Logistics Minister Fang Yuchun.
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When Fang Yuchun saw that it was him, he stood up and greeted enthusiastically: "Why are you so free today?"
"Of course I don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything."
Chu Heng took the Zhonghua cigarette he handed him and looked at it, raised his eyebrows, and said in a loud voice: "Hey, Minister Fang Da, this is Changhang City, Zhonghua has smoked it!"
"Hey, it's not like you don't know what's going on in my family. How can you have the money to smoke this? It's a gift from someone else. I happen to have another one. You can take it away later." Fang Yuchun bent down and took it from the cabinet under the table with a smile.
Put an unopened Chinese cigarette on the table.
"Pull down, I can't get used to this."
But Chu Heng pushed him back. He had been smoking Daqianmen since he crossed over. He had long been accustomed to this taste. What's more, Fang Yuchun finally got some good cigarettes, so how could he bear to take them.
"What about this?"
Unexpectedly, when Fang Yuchun saw that he didn't like it, like a boy with many treasures, he pulled out a peony from under the table. It cost 50 cents a box, which was 15 cents more expensive than the one he drew at the front door!
"No, you have all these things here!"
Chu Heng licked his lips and became interested. He stood up and walked around behind the table to find out.
"Hey, what are you doing? This is it!"
Fang Yuchun's expression changed, and he quickly stood up and opened his arms to stop him, for fear of being taken advantage of by this guy!
"Oh, get out of the way and you're doing the buckle." Chu Heng was so strong that he pulled the man away, squatted down with his butt stuck out, and immediately his face froze.
I saw that there were more than a dozen high-grade cigarettes stuffed in the small cabinet. There were three types of cigarettes, namely Peony for 50 cents, Benyue for 37 cents, and Big Qianmen for 35 cents!
In addition, there are two boxes of black tea with foreign codes on them!
Good guy!
Is the logistics department making money like this?!
Chu Heng smacked his lips, but this time he was not polite, he stretched out his paw and started to take it!
I must take this ill-gotten wealth back and criticize it!
"Hey, don't take everything away, leave some for me! I've been saving this for several months!"
Fang Yuchun's face turned green. After some hard talking, he snatched back a box of tea and put down five cigarettes...
Seeing Chu Heng happily sitting across from him studying the box of foreign black tea, he couldn't help but lean on the chair and asked in a dumbfounded voice: "Master Chu, what's the matter with you coming here today?"
"Look at me, I forgot about the important matter." Chu Heng slapped his head, put the tea leaves on his knees, raised his head and said, "What about that? I have a little brother, because I went to squat in my dormitory, and no employer is willing to do it.
Yes, can you find a temporary worker for me?"
Originally, he could go to Li Fugui to arrange it with just one sentence, but it was a bit uncomfortable to bother others, so he settled for the next best thing and found Fang Yuchun.
This guy owes him a lot of favors!
"That's it..."
After hearing this, Fang Yuchun frowned and thought for a moment, then mused: "He can only be a temporary worker of his kind, but this job will definitely not be easy. Let's work in the slag discharging workshop first, and wait for opportunities later.
Would you mind changing positions?"
"That's no problem, as long as I get paid, you can just take care of me more later."
Naturally, Chu Heng had no objection. He and Wu Jiekai were just friends, so it would be great if he could find him a job.
After the business was settled, the two of them had another conversation and talked about the recent developments of all parties. At almost nine o'clock, he got up and left with the confiscated cigarettes and tea.
"Is this the car you won back from Mao Zi?"
Downstairs in the office, Fang Yuchun glanced at the cigarette and tea that Chu Heng had thrown into the back seat of the car with a pained expression, and immediately stepped forward to touch the dark and shiny car body, with a bit of envy in his eyes.
He was close to Du San, so he always had good news. He knew at noon yesterday that Chu Heng had brought a car back.
"Yes, that's it."
Chu Hengzi slipped into the cab, exchanged a few words, and finally ended up drinking together another day and drove away.
When he came out of the food factory and saw that there was still time, he thought for a moment and then changed direction and rushed to Wu Jiekai's house.
The distance was not far, and he arrived at the place in less than ten minutes.
After parking the car and entering the hospital, I met two acquaintances.
"Hey, Master Chu, why are you here today?"
A young man with acne marks on his face walked forward politely, took out a cigarette and handed it over.
"I'm here to see Wu Jiekai." Chu Heng patted him on the shoulder with a smile and joked: "I heard that you were filming in the circle again last time? Is it done?"
Shooting in the circle is a slang term for the die-hard circle.
At this time, picking up girls was called “patting the mother-in-law,” and those who were more frivolous were called “circling,” so there was a saying of “patting in the circle.”
As for why it is called a circle, Chu Heng thinks it may be because of its shape...
Women like Dong Ting and Wu Chunyan are, to put it bluntly, a circle.
And don’t look at these women who are frivolous but not easy to photograph. They are not just for money. They have to be attractive. Otherwise, no matter how rich you are or how high your status is, they won’t sleep with you.
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The man with acne scars in front of him has always wanted to take pictures in a circle and experience the legendary blessing of being together. However, the hardware conditions were so poor that he took pictures of almost all the circles that he could see in the circle, but he was stunned.
One agreed, and it became a joke among people in the circle.
