Wei Ziqian took a deep breath and pulled out his head from Liu Ziguang's arms, his face covered with tears.
"Thank you for seeing you again." After saying that, Wei Ziqian turned around and left. Next to it was a high-end residential complex with bright lights and perfect security. Liu Ziguang didn't go back to his car and started to drive, preparing to leave.
As expected, the old car could no longer be started. After working hard for a long time, it finally stopped completely. An unpleasant burnt smell came out of the engine compartment. Liu Ziguang angrily smashed the steering wheel, and the door actually fell off with a clang.
What's the matter? Just go out to meet someone and cause so much trouble. Have a big chase on the outer ring road. There are at least a dozen cars that were scrapped tonight. The loss is at least several million yuan. It doesn't matter. The key is that my old car is also dead.
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I called Xuanzi and asked him to bring someone to tow the car. It happened that Xuanzi was playing mahjong all night. When he heard Brother Guang's greeting, he quickly drove the tow truck over. After he came, he opened the hood to check the condition.
"Brother Guang, don't take this car and sell it for scrap metal." Xuanzi closed the lid with a bang and said.
"No, this car is very good. The leather is solid and durable. Ma said it will last for a few years if you use it carefully." Liu Ziguang was greatly surprised.
"My brother, this is a classic car from 1997. No matter how solid it is, it can't stand up to your old man's tricks. Look, this car is full of pitfalls. You are driving it like a tank." Xuanzi caressed.
** looked at the scars on the car and marveled.
"I heard that Brother Guang drove this car out of the tens of thousands of troops. It destroyed a lot of BMWs and Mercedes-Benz tonight." A repairman covered in oil said. It seems that tonight's big racing in the outer ring has spread.
Liu Ziguang patted Xuanzi on the shoulder and said, "I don't care, you have to fix it for me, but you can't leave me without a car."
Xuanzi said with a bitter face: "Brother, please spare me. It will take dozens of man-hours to repair just the sheet metal of this car. I have a few black cars there, but they have been sold. I'll save some new ones for you next time."
One of the most crashworthy."
Liu Ziguang waved his hand: "Let's talk about it later."
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When I got home and turned on the computer, I wanted to go online and chat with Fang Fei for a few words, but the cat's avatar was always gray in the message and he refused to look at it. It was already two o'clock in the night. Fang Fei was probably asleep, and the boring Liu Ziguang was also*
*Go and lie down.
When Liu Ziguang went out to work early the next morning, he saw his neighbor Deng Yunfeng squatting at the door of the compound smoking a cigarette. When he saw him coming over, he hesitated to speak. Knowing that he had something to do with him, Liu Ziguang got off his bicycle and asked: "Good morning, Brother Deng."
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Deng Yunfeng forced a smile: "Yes, it's quite early." There were already a dozen cigarette butts thrown on the ground in front of him. It seemed that he had been squatting here for at least two hours.
"Brother, if you are free at noon, I would like to treat you to a meal." Deng Yunfeng said pretending to be relaxed.
"Oh, unfortunately I have an appointment at noon." Liu Ziguang wasn't lying. He made an appointment with Wang Zhijun at noon to buy two dump trucks. By the way, the brothers had dinner together. It was hard to push the arrangement.
A look of regret flashed across Deng Yunfeng's eyes. Liu Ziguang knew that this big brother's life was not easy, so he said: "Let me treat you tonight."
"I'd better come to the second meat shop in the alley and see you there at half past six." The spark of hope rekindled in Deng Yunfeng's eyes.
Farewell to Deng Yunfeng, Liu Ziguang rides to work. He is now the deputy manager of the property company and the security supervisor. Now he has a much easier job. Now he is the emperor of the property company. Since Gao Jinbao knew that Liu Ziguang had made great contributions to the group, he decided that this person would have a high status in the future.
Unlimited now seems to regard himself as Liu Ziguang's younger brother. In fact, Manager Gao is still very talented. In Liu Ziguang's words, if he had been castrated in ancient times and sent to the palace, there would be no such thing as Liu Jin, Wei Zhongxian, and Li Lianying.
Mr. Gao took the initiative to take on most of the work. Only issues related to personnel appointments and removals and financial reimbursements were bound to come to Deputy Manager Liu to make decisions because Mr. Gao knew very well that the company’s personnel and financial rights were the limits of the top leader. He must not make a big mistake because of a small mistake.
He became a popular person in the eyes of the group president.
The collection of property fees went very smoothly and most of the tasks have been completed. This also has the Matthew effect. Once the breakthrough was achieved, the results skyrocketed. Every day, colleagues in the customer service department and the finance department were beaming and counting the money until their hands cramped. Zhicheng Phase I is the largest in the Zhicheng Group.
There are nearly 100 buildings in a community. The hardware facilities are very high-end, but the software cannot keep up. Now the service has kept up with the property fees. Naturally, the property fees will be collected smoothly. If the collection rate set by the property manager can be reached, everyone will have a salary increase this time.
Manager Liu's popularity is at the peak of his popularity. Everyone who meets him has to nod and say hello. Especially Captain Bai, who waits at the gate every day when he sees Liu Ziguang coming, he nods and bends down to get close to him. Liu Ziguang won't give him any pretense, he will train him how he wants.
He was relieved of his position as captain, allowing him to experience the hard work of a grassroots security guard.
He has enough time to work on his sand business and has dozens of strong security guards to drive. In order to facilitate commuting to and from work, Liu Ziguang allocated a sum of public funds to rent four units for the security guards to use as dormitories and purchased a large number of units.
The most popular thing about using the fitness equipment for the brothers is that they signed a formal employment contract with them, including three funds and one insurance. From then on, they got rid of the title of temporary workers. It is convenient for friends and everything.
Liu Ziguang's office was converted from an original small conference room. The windows face south and there is plenty of sunshine. The facilities inside are very simple. There is a big table and a few chairs. On the table is a computer with QQ and the web open. Vice President Liu puts his legs on the table and surfs the Internet leisurely.
The strange thing is that Fang Fei has not replied to her text messages, nor has she called or answered her phone calls. Maybe it was a patient coming to the emergency room. Liu Ziguang didn't think much about it.
Suddenly the phone on the table rang and an old and familiar voice answered: "Is Liu Ziguang here?"
Isn't this the Principal Wang whom I met yesterday? Liu Ziguang quickly said: "I am Teacher Wang. Are you looking for me?"
"It's really not easy to find you when you're here. Yesterday you gave me a lot of information and I found your home phone number from the factory's retiree contact list. I also asked for the number of your work place. By the way, since you're there, I
I’ll see you in half an hour to discuss something.”
How could Principal Wang, who was sixty or seventy years old, let people come to him? Liu Ziguang said hurriedly: "No, I'm just about to go out. I'll come over where you are, Teacher Wang."
Principal Wang said: "I'm in the office of our junior middle school. Do you remember the place?"
"How could you forget? That's my alma mater. Just wait and you'll be there in a minute."
Putting down the phone, Liu Ziguang left the office, jumped into his car, and rode his weighted permanent car towards Chenguang Factory Children's Middle School.
The Gaotupo shantytown where Liu Ziguang lives is actually the dormitory area of two old state-owned factories. One of the two factories is Chenguang Machinery Factory. It used to be in the military industry system. Later, it was transferred to another place and collapsed. Liu's father retired from this factory.
One of the factories is the Hongqi Steel Factory, which is quite large. Liu Ziguang's mother used to work in a steel factory. The young male and female workers of the two factories have always had a tradition of marriage. Many of Gao Tupo's children are the product of workers from the two factories.
The old state-owned factories attach great importance to supporting living facilities. There are institutions such as the Trade Union, Women's Federation and Youth League Committee, as well as hardware facilities such as canteens, bathrooms, nurseries, primary schools, and middle schools. Chenguang Factory and Hongqi Factory each used their strengths to cooperate with each other. Hongqi Factory opened a nursery and elementary school.
Chenguang Factory established a middle school and trained a whole generation of workers' children.
Now that the factory is gone, all the original tertiary industries have been divided up, sold, or rented out. For example, the original employee bathroom is now Huaqing Pool Bathing Center. The original factory club is now Yi Chong Internet Cafe. Only the children's school still insists on running it, and the brand has not changed.
Liu Ziguang was still very affectionate towards his alma mater. He rode a familiar road and entered the gate of Chenguang Machinery Factory. The factory area is very large. If he wanted to reach Zidi Middle School, it would be most convenient to cross this empty factory area.
There were a few big men playing poker in the guard room without even looking at the factories outside. The factories were about to close down. Except for a few contracted workshops that were still in operation, there were thatched wild cats as tall as a person scurrying around the tall red brick workshops.
The factory building is dilapidated. (Read the full-text novel at .文.学网) The glass of one window is intact. The door of the workshop is tied with thick iron wire, but through the broken window, you can see that there is a thick layer of dust inside.
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A picture seemed to appear in front of Liu Ziguang. He came out of middle school with his schoolbag on his back and ran to the factory to find his father. When the factory bell rang after get off work, the factory area was full of workers and bicycles, a lively scene.
"Oh, my childhood..." Liu Ziguang said with emotion, but he never knew that what he was remembering was only his own childhood. But for the majority of workers who can no longer go to work, those are the most precious golden years in their lives.
While riding his bicycle to look at the flowers, Liu Ziguang was suddenly attracted by a pile of scrap metal in the grass. He pushed aside the messy weeds and saw a grass-green three-wheeled motorcycle parked there quietly.
"**! What a waste of nature." Liu Ziguang caressed the rusty car body and saw that the metal nameplate mark was still the rough lines produced by the state-owned Ganjiang Machinery Factory in 1979, with opposed twin cylinders, a drop-shaped fuel tank, and a horizontal spring cushion.
The straight handlebars take Liu Ziguang back to the early days of reform and opening up when material was scarce.
This weather-beaten three-wheeled motorcycle must be a legacy of the factory's security department. Those uncles in the security department were really majestic in those days. They drove the Yangtze 75o wearing steel helmets and canvas work clothes. There was a Type 56 squad machine gun mounted on the truck body.
Damn it, the young Liu Ziguang really wanted to seduce the kind uncle who was the security officer. He knew his father very well and even took him for a ride.
Looking at this tricycle, although it was rusty, it had not lost many parts. Although the tires were flat and had no air at all, the pattern was still there. Liu Ziguang couldn't help but go up and caress it.
"What are you doing!" came an angry roar. When I turned around, I saw a young man in work clothes with a red armband and a rubber stick.
Liu Ziguang smiled instead of being angry: "It's you, Zhuo Li."