Director Qian of the street suddenly felt that the palm-leaf fan in his hand no longer smelled fragrant these days.

This was probably because the young man Zhang Hongcheng and his people moved out of their own street and went to a place two miles away.

There aren't many residents there and the streets are newly built, so there haven't been many power outages since the beginning of summer.

But Director Qian felt suffocated when he looked at the palm-leaf fan in his hand - damn Zhang Hongcheng, although the new place he found had fewer rooms than this three-story building, there was a ceiling fan in every room!

Those people in the river transport company really have a lot of money to burn!

What a bunch of prodigal sons, they are willing to exchange such a new building with such a good environment for the Corps Guesthouse.

If he were the leader of a river transport company, huh, Xiao Zhangzi wouldn't be able to succeed so easily...

Zhang Hongcheng felt that his new building was a little strange.

There are four floors with only three rooms on each floor, which is not in line with the Chinese aesthetic that good things come in pairs.

Fortunately, except for the office on the east side, the other two offices on each floor are large offices.

Zhang Hongcheng asked Lao Huang from the construction company to help build partitions for the large office, dividing it into three rooms.

Old Huang is a seasoned man. He won't act on impulse like Xiao Zheng, who sees everyone as either a friend or an enemy.

Zhang Hongcheng’s Mid-Autumn Festival gift was generous, especially with dried hazel mushrooms in it, so Lao Huang naturally helped him.

As for whether the construction team will cut corners?

Zhang Hongcheng believes that this term does not exist at all in the minds of construction workers of this era.

They wish that every wall they built could withstand direct fire from a T72 tank, and every pit they dug had nuclear defense capabilities.

If it weren't for the limited load-bearing capacity of each floor, the construction team would have built a few more machine gun holes.

Of course, this was just a joke made by the construction team leader. He was mainly dissatisfied with Zhang Hongcheng's request to have floor-to-ceiling windows in every room.

In all his years of working in architecture, he had never seen anyone with such a strange aesthetic.

If such a large glass window is accidentally broken, not only will people be injured, but it will also be a waste of money.

Of course, he didn't know that if the quality of glass these days wasn't so poor, Zhang Hongcheng actually wanted to open a real floor-to-ceiling window.

Rather than this reduced version.

With cigarettes and alcohol available every day at the guesthouse, the construction progressed at an extremely fast pace.

With the strong sunshine in Huacheng, Zhang Hongcheng and his six companions quickly moved into the new guesthouse.

The street director, Lao Qian, personally helped carry their luggage and sent them on their way, but when he saw the whirring ceiling fan, Lao Qian's face darkened.

In fact, if possible, Zhang Hongcheng would not adopt this collective moving method, but would move here quietly and bit by bit.

But Chu Miaohong's sweaty appearance every day made him feel both beautiful and distressed.

For the sake of the beauty, he had no choice but to bear the pain and stab his friend Lao Qian.

The ceiling fan was whirring, and Chen Beilei and the others were taking a nap on the table.

As for the important matters that she had been worrying about, such as the bed, quilt, canteen, etc., she had thrown them all out of her mind.

If you follow Zhang Hongcheng, it is really easy to become a waste.

Lu Yan closed her eyes and muttered to herself, "If I had an electric fan at home and I dared to keep it on all day, my mother would beat me to death..."

Zhao Ganmei subconsciously looked up at the electric meter on the wall.

She slapped her forehead, afraid that she was sleep deprived.

The power supply here comes from the river transport company's own small power station, and both parties have agreed to cover all water and electricity costs within one year.

Zhao Ganmei then lay down to sleep. She turned her face over and muttered something to the other two.

"I think Zhang Hongcheng is absolutely right about something. We should have bought a pillowcase and put it in the office a long time ago. It would definitely be more comfortable to sleep on it."

Chen Beilei closed her eyes and hummed.

"I don't know if those people from the river transport company are stupid. They actually gave us such a nice building in exchange for that row of old houses. I won't say anymore. I'm about to fall asleep again...ZZZZzzzz."

It's normal that they can't guess. People who have never run a dock don't know how much money and profit there is.

The savings in river shipping costs from reopening an old dock alone would be enormous.

Zhang Hongcheng just asked them for a new building. Even if the conditions were higher, the other party would probably have gritted their teeth and accepted it.

Looking at the present, it is true that Zhang Hongcheng made money, but looking at it one or two years later, the river transport company will be the one that makes the most money.

Huacheng's power shortage in August continued until early September.

In the Flower City of the 1970s, people were already accustomed to this situation. In addition, no one had many electrical appliances at home, so apart from occasional complaints when the room was dark at night, the public's reaction to the long-term power outages was not very positive.

A palm-leaf fan, a bamboo bed and a circle of mosquito coils under the bed are enough for people of this era to enjoy the peace and tranquility of a summer night.

The city’s electricity supply is given priority to major production units.

Even so, various units continued to call the power bureau.

The switchboard operator at the power bureau is their office manager and is busy all day long until his mouth is dry and his mouth is dry.

I just hung up a phone call asking for electricity, and another call came in immediately.

The office director helplessly took a sip of water to moisten his throat and prepared to continue fighting.

"Where? Do you need electricity? We've tried our best..."

"Eh? Don't you want electricity?"

"Debt collection?!!!"

"Brother Comrade, it's already this hour, and you're still joking with me?"

The office director was speechless.

When has their power bureau ever owed money to other units?

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