Chapter 227 The Chamber of Commerce Haunted Incident
"Buzz buzz~"
The pager made a strong vibrating sound.
"Return the call quickly! Urgent!"
At this time, Chujiu was in our dormitory, huddled in front of the computer with Liu Yang and Zhiyong, studying how to clear the last level of Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
"I'll go out for a while and make a call."
I looked at the time and saw that it was about to be eleven o'clock in the evening. Uncle Ding sent me a paging message at this time. He must have encountered a very urgent situation.
"Guo Guo, what's going on?"
When Chujiu heard that I was going out, I finally stopped discussing with them and asked if they wanted to go with me.
"Uncle Ding is looking for me. I'll call back and ask what's going on. I'll just go to the receptionist's office alone. It'll be very quick."
"Oh, there's been a change of person in the reception room. He's no longer the old antique from before. Remember to buy a pack of cigarettes to take with you for convenience. And buy me a bottle of Jianlibao by the way."
Chujiu told me that the current person in charge of the communication room is a relative of his dormitory classmate, and he smokes easily. As long as he has a cigarette, he can talk about anything.
In exchange for providing information, I wanted a can of drink.
"Fengzi, buy a bottle for us too. If you want a Coke, you can use my meal card to swipe it."
Zhiyong casually took out the meal card next to the computer and threw it to me, saying that he couldn't always let me treat him.
"Forget it, you'd better treat us to dinner on the second floor of the cafeteria."
I handed the meal card back, and Liu Yang and Zhang Feng agreed that they had to eat in the cafeteria on the second floor.
The canteen next to the school cafeteria is open 24 hours a day, and cigarettes are not placed on the counter. As for how to buy cigarettes, Zhang Feng, as the only smoker in the dormitory, has already taught us his experience.
"Get a bag of Hongtashan!"
I casually put seven yuan on the counter. The male owner who was looking after the store at night showed a smile that everyone knew, took out a pack of cigarettes from under the counter and threw it to me.
Universities prohibit the sale of cigarettes in canteens, but you can buy cigarettes in canteens of all universities in the country, including women's universities.
Of course, there are certain skills to buying cigarettes at the university canteen. You have to pretend to be a regular customer and let the boss feel that you know he has cigarettes here.
If you ask the boss if he sells cigarettes, the answer will definitely be no. After all, the boss doesn’t know whether you are a classmate sent by the school to fish for law enforcement.
The light in the communication room was not on, and the teacher in charge was probably asleep. I had no choice but to knock on the door, otherwise I would have to go to the Internet cafe and borrow the phone from the Internet cafe.
"Who is it? Knocking on the door at such a late hour?"
An irritable voice came from the communication room, extremely dissatisfied with me for disturbing his sleep.
"Teacher, I'm sorry to disturb your rest. I am a student at the School of Information. I need to make a call if there is something urgent."
I tried my best to explain the reason for knocking on the door as politely as possible, but no sound came from inside.
Just when I thought the person inside would not open the door, the door to the reception room creaked open. A middle-aged man with disheveled hair and sleepy eyes stared at me with red eyes.
"Teacher, I'm really sorry. It's really urgent. You can smoke to refresh yourself. I'll make a phone call and leave."
I originally thought of opening the cigarettes and giving him two or three cigarettes, but when I saw the man woke up by me, I simply handed him the whole pack of cigarettes. I told him that the cigarettes were given to me by my classmates.
I don’t smoke myself, so I borrowed flowers to offer to Buddha.
"Come in, the phone is on the table."
Sure enough, as Chujiu said, the man's attitude improved a lot after taking the cigarette. The man put the cigarette into his pocket, took out an unwrapped pack of cigarettes from another, took out one and handed it to me.
"You really don't smoke?"
Seeing my decisive refusal, the man truly believed that I didn't know how to smoke. He took out a match, lit a cigarette, yawned, and started smoking heavily.
"Uncle Ding, it's me, Qin Feng."
Just as the phone rang twice, the other end picked up.
Uncle Ding just said that there were some problems with the Chamber of Commerce and asked me when I would be free tomorrow and come to pick me up. He couldn't explain clearly on the phone.
I thought about the content of the class schedule and made an appointment with him at three in the afternoon.
The person in charge of the communication room did not charge me for the phone call. Even if the call lasted one minute, the school would not be able to find out if it was not charged.
When I returned to the canteen to buy a drink, I thought to myself, if it were daytime, a one-minute phone call would cost one yuan. This phone call cost an extra six yuan. It was a shameful waste. I would have to ask Uncle Ding to introduce me to some more businesses.
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I made an appointment with Chujiu to go to Uncle Ding's place at three o'clock in the afternoon. I don't know what the specific matter was, but it must be unusual for Uncle Ding to come to see me. There are many things that only Chujiu can handle.
Chu Jiu casually picked up the pen and paper on Zhiyong's desk, wrote a note asking for leave and stuffed it into his pocket. He smiled and said that he would not forget to ask for leave tomorrow. After saying that, he got up, took a drink, said goodbye to us and went back to his dormitory.
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Zhang Feng, Liu Yang and Zhiyong lay weakly on the bed, sighing constantly. They studied the game all night, and finally almost passed the level.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, when I walked to the school gate, Chujiu was already waiting for me at the door holding a bottle of drink.
I casually slapped him on the forehead and copied out what Zhang Feng said about carbonated drinks in his magazine.
"Drinking drinks every day may cause diabetes, and all your teeth will be damaged."
"Guo Guo, you bought this last night. I'm not willing to drink it."
Chujiu said aggrievedly that she would never buy a drink alone, thinking it was too luxurious.
"If I buy it, I won't spend any money? Don't you think it's luxurious?"
Chujiu showed an awkward smile, saying that this way he would feel less burdened and could also solve his greedy problem.
Just when I was about to scold him again, Chujiu pointed across the road, and I saw Uncle Ding's luxury car parked on the side of the road.
"Uncle Ding, I haven't seen you for a month, what's wrong with you?"
When I got in the car, I found that Uncle Ding had a sad face, dark circles under his eyes, and a lot of white hair. Ordinary people could tell from Uncle Ding's face that he was overworked.
"Let's talk as we walk. Let's go to Lao Deng's house. It's him who got into trouble again this time."
"Deng Shuman from Furniture Mart?"
Chujiu confirmed with Uncle Ding that it was Deng Deyou, and his face looked a little unsightly. Among Uncle Ding's friends, Chujiu and Deng Deyou got along the best.
About ten days ago, an honorary vice-president of the Chamber of Commerce fell ill with a strange disease. He suddenly lost weight and his belly became bigger and bigger, as if there was a ball inside.
The result given by the First Hospital is that a similar case was discovered years ago. Specific drugs are still in the process of being researched. Currently, they can only relieve symptoms but cannot cure the disease.
Just when the honorary vice president was disheartened and ready to accept his fate, a little Taoist priest appeared.
The little Taoist priest said that he was not sick at all, but that he was caught by something unclean. He took several disciples to perform a ritual and gave him a bowl of talisman water. The next day, the honorary vice president's condition turned out to be
It actually got better.
When Uncle Ding said that, he also thought about asking us and sent a paging message. However, he did not receive any news. This was probably because we did not have a paging signal in a remote area.