"Oh, this is so good. I didn't realize that Si Yan, you have a good way of doing things." Zhuo Li patted Liu Ziguang on the shoulder and smiled happily.
Liu Ziguang smiled lightly and said nothing.
"By the way, which factory do you work in now?" Zhuo Li then remembered to ask Liu Ziguang.
"I work in Zhicheng Garden as a property manager."
"It's a subsidiary of Zhicheng Group. It's a big company. Although it's a private company, it's bigger than our state-owned company. What are you doing there?"
"I work as a security guard and manage a few people."
Zhuo Li slapped his thigh: "Haha, you are the only one who still works as a security guard. I heard that the most coward security guard in Zhicheng Garden is beaten half to death all day long. Is it you? Hahaha."
Liu Ziguang was not angry when he saw his junior high school classmates laughing with tears. Instead, he felt a little bit like he was when he was a child. At that time, Zhuo Li and himself were in the same class. When other classmates bullied him, this thick little fat guy would always come out to help him. This feeling of love for himself
Will remember it for a lifetime.
Zhuo Li finally laughed enough and said: "Speaking of which, we are still traveling together. You are the security chief and I am the Security Section Officer and the factory militia company commander. I have a higher official rank than you, right?"
The original administrative level of Chenguang Machinery Factory was very high. When it was affiliated with the national defense department, the factory director drove cars with General Logistics Department license plates starting with A. Even though it was later transferred to local governments, the treatment was at the department and bureau level. The factory had a militia and anti-aircraft artillery regiment establishment factory.
The commander serves as the regimental commander, and there are battalions, companies and platoons under him.
When the factory was at its most prosperous, all the militiamen came out to practice Jiefang brand trucks. Behind them were four 14.5 high-defense machine guns and twin 37 anti-aircraft guns. The 100-millimeter heavy anti-aircraft guns were camouflaged with leaves. The workers carried them.
Wearing a hard hat and canvas overalls, carrying a Type 63 fully automatic Jiefang brand on the front of the car and on the sidecar of the three-wheeled sidecar, there is a squad machine gun to shoot.
Now it's completely ruined. This huge factory is overgrown with thatch and wild cats are everywhere. There are only a few people in the security department and there are no militiamen. The company commander thinks it's ridiculous when he thinks about it.
Zhuo Li didn't understand this in his heart. Liu Ziguang saw that his eyes were shining brightly when he smiled happily, and Zhuo Li shed tears.
"When the factory collapsed, I couldn't bear to leave. I fought for our old man and guarded him. I still have a glimmer of hope in my heart where I worked. One day our Chenguang Factory will be as prosperous as before. It is the easiest for workers in our Chenguang Factory to find a partner."
The auditorium of our Chenguang Factory is the best in the city..."
As he spoke, Zhuo Li choked up and couldn't continue.
Liu Ziguang patted him on the shoulder: "Old classmate, everything will be fine because we are all working hard. Are you free tonight? Deng Yunfeng asked me to have dinner together."
"Brother Deng is from the electrical engineering team. He was laid off just last month. I have a good relationship with him, so I'll go."
"Give me your cell phone number."
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At noon, Liu Ziguang went to have dinner with Wang Zhijun and others. The hotel they chose was the Xiangzhang Restaurant on Jiangbin Avenue. The price was moderate and the food was authentic. Five or six brothers, plus the sales manager who sold Dump King, and a group of them ate more than 2,000 yuan worth of modern engineering machinery.
Sales are also booming, and it's often hard to find a car. But since Brother Liu's reputation is so great, after one meal, everyone became brothers and promised to get the car tomorrow.
After lunch, a group of people were walking on the sunny Binjiang Avenue, smoking and picking their teeth. Xiaoshuai said: "Brother, I have already told you to go out. The restrictions on working on our site this morning must be handed over tonight, and they will be chopped off one day later."
Don't worry about your hand."
Liu Ziguang said: "The method of chopping off hands is good, but it's too bloody. Just give it a discount. From now on, we will follow the same method as the thieves and thieves in this area, whichever hand does the work will be discounted."
Everyone went about their business. Liu Ziguang went back to the office to take a lunch break. In fact, he just lay in the conference room and watched TV. Jiangbei News Channel 2 was broadcasting traffic news. This was a legal education program co-organized by the TV station and the traffic police detachment. It was a relatively unpopular program. What surprised Liu Ziguang was the host of the program.
The person turned out to be Jiang Xueqing, who had interviewed her before. The anchor Jiang was assigned to host such an unpopular program. No wonder I hadn't seen her on TV for a long time.
What’s even more surprising is that the content of today’s program turned out to be about last night’s car racing incident on the outer ring road. The TV screen showed luxury sports cars covered with scars being dragged onto trucks. In the cold wind of dawn, Jiang Xueqing, who was wearing thin clothes, explained the accident.
The reason and process of the accident. According to her, these cars all belong to a car club in this city. They often drive drunkenly on the outer ring road late at night for fun. Today, an accident occurred because the car was going too fast. Fortunately, no one died.
This is a warning to drivers and friends not to take chances and drink driving. The traffic police department must investigate this behavior thoroughly.
I haven’t seen the former J**TV’s number one female anchor for a month. She has lost a lot of weight and her expression is far less energetic than before. There is a hint of sadness in her eyebrows. Speaking of which, Liu Ziguang still wanted to ask her. Why was the interview with him never broadcast?
ah.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Zhuo Li called to inform him that the scrap metal sale had been arranged and asked him to bring a car and don't forget to bring a cigarette.
Liu Ziguang immediately called Xuanzi. Ten minutes later, Xuanzi's trailer drove Liu Ziguang to the gate of Chenguang Machinery Factory. The guard had received Zhuo Li's notice and immediately released the two of them to the security guard. Co Zhuoli led them up to the second floor to look for fixed assets.
There were several idle middle-aged people sitting in the cleaning office, bragging and reading newspapers. Liu Ziguang followed Zhuo Li's instructions and put a red Nanjing in front of one of them. The man calmly swept the cigarette wrapped in the newspaper into the drawer.
He picked up a brush and wrote a note asking Liu Ziguang to go to the finance department to pay the money.
The finance room is on the third floor with a security door. Inside, there are some old ladies knitting and chatting. They collected Liu Ziguang fifty yuan and then stamped the receipt and returned it to him.
Then he handed the note to the man who had placed the order just now. The man had already drawn red. Nanjing was talking happily with Zhuo Li. When Liu Ziguang came back, he warmly greeted him to sit down and drink tea. Of course, there were workers to help move the sold scrap metal to the trailer.
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Liu Ziguang was drinking tea in the office. Xuanzi directed a few workers to move the three-wheeler. When he saw the Yangtze River 75o in the thatch, his eyes almost popped out. But who was Xuanzi?
The wheel carrier came up and gently caressed the weather-beaten Qiaozi and praised in a low voice: "**! What a rare thing!"
In the office, Liu Ziguang already knew that the surname of the clerk responsible for cleaning transportation vehicles was Ding, so he enthusiastically called him Section Chief Ding. Chenguang Machinery Factory used to have a fleet of vehicles and mortgaged them out when the factory became insolvent. Now there are only a few vehicles left in the entire factory.
Cars and trucks were used by the leaders for running errands, so Lao Ding was always busy and felt uncomfortable. Finally, he met a man who was willing to pick up rags. Liu Ziguang did not try his best to recommend the stock in the factory.
"I said, Xiao Liu, if you like to play with these old cars, I have a suggestion. There is a scrapped classic car in the garage of the factory, which is about to be sent to the scrap collection station. You can go and have a look. If you like it, my brother can help you.
He said he would spend as little money as possible to get it."
"What kind of classic car is it?" Liu Ziguang asked with interest.
“In the 1960s, our factory was responsible for assisting the construction of the Tirana Machinery Factory in Albania. Albanian leaders Hoxha and Shehu came to our factory for inspections. In order to receive them, the central government specially approved a Hongqi car.
It has been almost scrapped for more than 20 years. It has been stored in the garage since the 1980s. Now I don’t know how thick the dust is. It just so happens that the factory director wants to free up the area in the garage for someone to use as a warehouse. These broken cars need to be disposed of.
Instead of selling scrap metal, I might as well give it to you. Whatever you want, I can explain it to you."
Liu Ziguang was horrified when he heard that these prodigal sons were wasting their wealth, but on the surface he still looked indifferent.
"Commander Ding, let's take a look first. If it's in good condition, I'll leave it alone. If it really doesn't look good, then forget it."
"Okay, okay, let's go now." Lao Ding took the key and led Liu Ziguang to see the car. As soon as he went out, he met Xuanzi, whose eyes were shining. Liu Ziguang grabbed him and stopped his impulse with his eyes. The group walked to the garage.
.(update/newest/fastest; The old garage has been covered by weeds that are half a person tall. Open the big rusty lock, push open the creaking iron door, turn on the gray light of the electric light, and get out of the car.
The big red flag covered with dust was parked quietly in the garage. The four wheels were flat. The windshield was covered with dust and could not be seen. Inside, there was a big red flag made of plexiglass fluttering in the wind, like a battleship cutting through the waves.
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Liu Ziguang held his chin in his hands and commented: "Oh, I'm so old, I've almost lost everything. It's hard to clean up if I get it back."
Xuanzi over there was almost worried to death and said, Brother Liu, you are too calm to hold your breath, this is a treasure.
Lao Ding is also an experienced oilfield man. He knows that only real buyers will be dissatisfied. He chuckled and said: "This car can actually be driven with a little work. It consumes a lot of fuel. There is nothing wrong with it. You even have a driving license."
If you really want it, just give it a little more than the scrap yard. You are Zhuo Li’s friend, and I won’t cheat you for three thousand yuan. Just take it away. If not, let’s talk about it later.”
"Three thousand is too expensive. Two thousand is too expensive."
"Two thousand eight"
"Two thousand five"
"make a deal!"
Liu Ziguang ordered 2,500 yuan to Lao Ding on the spot. Lao Ding and Zhuo Li were going to go through the formalities.
The Dahongqi ca77o is a luxurious three-row car that only central leaders and foreign heads of state could sit in back then. I have always wanted one in my dreams."
Wiping the car window, he was amazed again: "Look at the sofa covered with cloth in the back, it smells so old, I like it so much!"
Seeing his obsessed look, Liu Ziguang said: "Well, I'll give this car to you."
Xuanzi pounced on the food like a hungry tiger: "Brother Liu, you are my brother!"