Miao Jiaxin smiled and pointed at himself.

"July is just a few days away, and our boss asked me to come three months in advance to contact the guesthouse."

"Three months in advance? Is that really necessary?"

Faced with Zhang Hongcheng's surprised questions, Miao Jiaxin smiled bitterly.

"Do you know when I came to book a room last year?"

"Early August, isn't that early enough?"

He clapped his hands.

"But they arrived even earlier and booked all the rooms in hotels and guesthouses."

Compared with the huge crowds that came to the Canton Fair, the guesthouses and hotels in the Flower City now seem extremely inadequate.

Zhang Hongcheng is well-known in Shanghai for his kindness and righteousness, but his ability to get things done is also praised by everyone.

In Miao Jiaxin's opinion, there would be no problem for Zhang Hongcheng to open the Corps' Huacheng Guesthouse before the Canton Fair.

But he did not mention the matter of helping his unit to book a room in Zhang Hongcheng's future guesthouse.

This is probably because the room that Director Zhang built is not for people to live in. Apart from foreign guests, I'm afraid only the God of Wealth would dare to live in his expensive room.

Zhang Hongcheng didn't react either. He really forgot to help himself attract the main business...

Led by Miao Jiaxin from the foreign trade company, Zhang Hongcheng finally succeeded in entering the outer area of ​​the Liuhua Exhibition Hall.

They were not allowed to enter the interior of the exhibition hall, so they could only walk around the outside a few times.

There is a large row of eucalyptus trees planted behind the Liuhua Exhibition Hall, which look to be decades old.

Miao Jiaxin led Zhang Hongcheng forward and saw many people taking photos in the back street of the exhibition hall along the way.

"A nearby state-owned photo studio has set up a booth here. For an extra two yuan, you can be led into the backstreet by the studio staff to take photos and take a look around here."

Miao Jiaxin explained with a smile.

"After all, there are still many people who appreciate the Western-style architecture here."

He smiled and lowered his voice.

"There are just as many petty bourgeoisie in Huacheng as in Shanghai."

Zhang Hongcheng curled his lips, and the slight sense of awe he had felt for this place suddenly disappeared.

The place Miao Jiaxin took him to was a row of buildings located on the back street of the exhibition hall.

The place with five locked iron doors is a small unit.

This is also where Miao Jiaxin is going to do business.

"This is a branch of the Women's Federation in the nearby district, and it's also the target of our company's assistance."

Zhang Hongcheng laughed out loud immediately and pointed at the guard booths behind him.

"If female comrades want to get things done, can they get in?"

Miao Jiaxin also smiled and shook his head.

"Don't mention this for a while. The comrades at the Women's Federation are also worried about this. Unfortunately, the housing quotas in Huacheng are no more generous than those in Shanghai."

This branch of the Women's Federation has five connected storefronts on the first floor.

They both glanced at each other as they went upstairs.

The five offices all had wooden doors facing outwards, which were all kept closed, so the lights had to be on inside the rooms.

The weather in Huacheng was already hot enough at the end of June, and none of the five rooms on the first floor were equipped with ceiling fans.

It's stuffy and hot inside.

This type of storefront is notoriously cold in winter and warm in summer.

The environment on the second floor is better. The partitions between the rooms are wooden window lattices, which has a bit of the atmosphere of the Republic of China, but each room is crowded with tables and people.

A smell of sweat.

Miao Jiaxin secretly told Zhang Hongcheng that one-third of the district women's federation's staff worked here, and the people crowded in this small second floor accounted for 80% of the total number of people in the branch.

The aisles were filled with all kinds of office supplies, and people had to walk sideways as they passed by.

"What's wrong with not being able to squeeze in? That's not how we get here!"

There was a quarrel coming from the end of the corridor.

"Put the two newcomers in the partition of Xiao Cheng's team, and plan the desk area so that each person can at least get half of the desk space!"

"Director, there are fifteen people crammed into one cubicle. It's so hot it's going to kill you, not to mention trying to move!"

"Take my old fan, what are you talking about?"

"If I could change places, I would have changed it long ago."

"But look at those guard posts outside. Which company would be willing to trade with us for this inconvenient location?"

Zhang Hongcheng's footsteps suddenly paused.

Change house?

His eyes cleared instantly.

He's kind of addicted to this...