It was late at night, and the cold wind was blowing.
The supermarket opposite the CCB Family Courtyard has been closed, and now only a handful of businesses can stay open until nine o'clock in the evening. But the hot business of the day made the clerks very excited, and four or five people were chattering and laughing non-stop.
Zhou Qingfeng originally expected to recruit more than 100 people to complete the garbage collection and be satisfied. But He Yulan was more radical than him. He had already hired more than 500 people under the "Harmony" system, and supported dozens of people through the "Holy Light" system.
Only the cadres stood up.
So much work was completed in one and a half months, the management was quite crude, and it was all done with money. One-third of the initial one million yuan provided by Zhou Qingfeng was spent on personnel recruitment and training, renting and building various venues.
Spend a lot of money.
But all the efforts were made back several times on the first day the supermarket opened.
Across the road from the shop, a figure hid in the darkness and peered for a long time. After the clerk was picked up by Chang'an Star and returned to his dormitory, he walked out from the shadow of the street tree, took out a small notebook, and recorded the house number of the trading company.
number and location.
This man is about forty years old, of medium height, and dressed in ordinary clothes. There is nothing special about him. But if you look carefully at the small book in his hand, you can see that there are many things recorded in it, basically related to the 'Holy Light' system.
After finishing the recording, the middle-aged man rode a bicycle back to the small hotel in the city where he stayed. The hotel was located in an alley in the old city. It was dilapidated and dirty, with spiderweb-like wires running back and forth. The hotel proprietress leaned against the greasy front desk, wrapped in a military uniform.
The coat fell asleep.
"Excuse me, is there boiling water?" The middle-aged man must have stayed in this hotel for a long time. When he came back, he gently knocked on the table at the front desk to wake up the landlady.
The landlady was very unhappy. She opened her eyes and cursed in Tianyang dialect, saying: "Five cents a bottle."
The middle-aged man took out a dime note from his pocket, took the five-cent coin he had found, expressed his gratitude, took a bottle of boiling water and went upstairs to his room.
There was a small room behind the front desk. The boss was probably sleeping in it. When he asked what happened outside, the landlady said displeasedly in dialect: "It's the out-of-towner on the third floor who came back in the middle of the night."
The couple who ran the hotel chatted for a few words and went on to sleep.
The middle-aged man carried a bottle of boiled water upstairs. When he arrived at the door of his room, he looked around like a thief. There was only a small dim light bulb in the corridor, and there was a smell of urine in the corner. Occasionally, he could hear snoring coming from the next room.
.
Open the door and there is a single room inside.
The middle-aged man checked the secret mark he left in the house, hoping to make sure that no outsiders had come in after he left. However..., the suitcase showed signs of being turned over, and the two dollars deliberately left inside were gone.
Obviously, the hotel owner came in.
Nothing else.
The middle-aged man closed the window, tightened the curtains, turned on the lights, and sat in front of the wooden table in the room. He took all the important things with him, including a booklet for recording, a mobile phone and several hundred yuan of funds, as well as a picture of the sky.
map.
Opening the map, the middle-aged man marked the information he got from walking around during the day. On it were the offices of 'Shengguang Machinery', new construction sites, trading companies, and even Nantou Township and Mawang Village. Explaining these places, he
Been there all.
There are some places that I know about but have never been to, and there are signs, such as the dock warehouse in Taipingqiao. There is something wrong there at first sight, but the middle-aged man did not go there rashly. He seemed to be very careful.
After making the mark, the middle-aged man took out an enamel bowl from his suitcase, grabbed two pieces of corrugated noodles, poured boiling water in, added some seasonings, and waited five minutes before eating.
As he was eating, he suddenly smiled bitterly and mocked himself in a hoarse voice: "That bastard caused such a big fight, but I am hiding here. Today's society is really deformed."
Self-deprecating is self-deprecating, but the middle-aged man doesn't do much else. He is extremely self-disciplined. After dinner, he checks the living environment and finally goes to bed. The next day, he wakes up on time at 6:30 and sets some secret notes.
And take the necessary things and go out.
The front desk of the hotel has changed its owner, so I took a quick look. The accommodation management of this small hotel is not strict, and the price is low, even if you don't have an ID card. However, there are still not many guests staying in single rooms. Many tourists stay in double or triple rooms, or even in big rooms.
"Go out?"
"yes."
After a brief greeting, the hotel owner knew that the guest had been out all day and did not come back until late at night. The guest had been here for three or four days. However, the owner's relatives also own a hotel, and through casual chat, he learned that this guest had arrived in Tianyang at least
Half a month.
For half a month, this middle-aged man was alone, changing residences back and forth several times, never staying in one place for long.
Strange person, like a spy.
The hotel owner shook his head and didn't think much about it. There are too many weirdos going out these days, and they behave strangely everywhere. Ordinary people can't come across them, but the small hotel is where they gather.
After leaving the hotel, the middle-aged man thought about the investigation in the past half month. He came to a bus stop and prepared to find out the operating conditions of Harmony Supermarket. He happened to see a breakfast stall pulled by a motorized tricycle behind the bus station.
, opened at half past six.
I woke up early with an empty stomach. The middle-aged man came over and greeted me proactively: "Master, you came very early."
The stall owner was quite old. He laughed and asked what he wanted, "The soy milk was just ground and boiled in the morning, and the fried dough sticks were just out of the pot. The buns and steamed buns have to wait a while, they haven't been steamed yet."
The middle-aged man didn't think much about it, "I want two meat buns with soy milk. If they are not steamed yet, I can wait a while."
There are no paper cups now. To drink soy milk, you have to bring your own hot water bottle or use the iron bowl on the stall. Used bowls are thrown into a special bucket and will not be used again until they are washed.
"You are very particular about your business." It took about ten minutes for the buns to be cooked. The middle-aged man actually knew some details, but he deliberately asked a few questions.
The stall owner poured a bowl of soy milk from the heat preservation stove, added a spoonful of sugar, and handed it to the middle-aged man and said cheerfully: "It's really fastidious. We weren't used to it when we were trained. But there's nothing we can do. That's what the boss asked for. No.
You can't do this job if you are concerned about hygiene."
The stall owner was wearing a mask, a chef's hat, and a snow-white apron. The middle-aged man asked: "Who is your boss...?"
"Zhou Qingfeng of 'Holy Light', Mr. Zhou. Who doesn't know him in Tianyang now? He has recently opened a 'Harmony Supermarket' and is running a breakfast shop. It means he can earn a little bit, and he has solved the problem of employment."
It was less than seven o'clock, and there were not many people taking the bus to work. The platform was still empty, so the stall owner opened up and started chatting actively.
"Don't tell me, we people really need such a job. I am a retired employee in the city, but I also have to live. Originally, the factory's efficiency was not good, and the retirement salary was only paid once every six months. I earn some money this month to offset the loss.
It’s very useful.”
"Making breakfast is hard work."
"Hi..., we prepared it at the trading company headquarters last night. Noodles, oil, coal, everything must be ready. Get up at four o'clock in the morning, drive the car to the place at six o'clock, and close the stall at ten o'clock in the morning
go back.
I'll use a tricycle to pull the stall over early. After the stall is unloaded, the tricycle can still be used for transportation and continue to make money. In a month, as long as I don't get lazy, it won't be a problem to earn two hundred yuan. This is higher than my previous salary."
While talking, the buns were slowly steamed.
The middle-aged man looked at the appearance of the buns and asked, "Are your buns made by hand or by machine?"
The stall owner seemed to have met a knowledgeable confidant, "Now I make the buns by hand, but in the future I will use a machine to make the buns. I heard that Mr. Zhou thinks that manual work is too slow and has already asked for some food processing machinery. But how can the machine make the buns? It's really thought-provoking.
Not coming out."
The middle-aged man laughed and said, "You, Mr. Zhou, are really capable of tossing people around."