Autumn in Jiangnan is beautiful.
The water and the sky are the same color.
It's just that the temperature indoors and outdoors is the same, and the ubiquitous cold and damp air will sneak into people's collars, cuffs, backs, and even quilts.
Even a tough guy who has experienced temperatures of dozens of degrees below zero in Northeast China would put aside his "face" and return to Northeast China early.
Many personnel from various departments of the Corps stationed in Shanghai have already left. No matter how prosperous Shanghai is, in a few days it will be completely unable to compare to the warm and cozy home in the Northeast.
Zhang Hongcheng deliberately ignored the half-truck of large logs piled at the train station these days and focused on welcoming and seeing off people.
The Corps does not have an office in Shanghai, only this guesthouse which has not yet opened.
In order to "escape" the winter in Shanghai in time, various brother units have entrusted the guesthouse to help book train tickets.
So in the past few days, Zhang Hongcheng and several comrades from the Shanghai Railway Bureau have been getting along very well.
Although he went to the train station almost every two days, he deliberately turned a blind eye to the wood that the Corps transported to him.
Apart from helping people book train tickets, he only transported the specialties that Minister Li had asked others to send.
The local specialties that Minister Li had sent over included homespun cloth, cotton, peanuts, hazelnuts, soybean oil, and various kinds of soybean paste produced in the Corps.
One of the small boxes contained canned yellow peaches and Northeastern red sausage.
Zhang Hongcheng was a generous person. The deputy section chief who helped him book the ticket and several railway workers each received dozens of kilograms of hazelnuts and more than three kilograms of red sausage.
After a few interactions, people naturally felt familiar with him and were more willing to ask him about certain things.
"Chief Zhang, it's not good to keep all this wood piled up there. Not only does it take up space, but it also makes people jealous."
Zhang Hongcheng was just waiting for the section chief to say this.
"Hey, who is so proud to come here?"
"Now that you've spoken, please tell me who wants these pieces of wood."
The section chief appreciated the offer and mentioned the names of three units in one breath.
Even their railway bureau secretly ordered a large piece of wood for the beams of the new staff dormitory that was about to be built.
Only then did Zhang Hongcheng look at the wood that belonged to him with some curiosity.
Didn’t Minister Li say that the wood provided for the guesthouse were all scraps?
How can it be used as a beam?
When he arrived at the place, the section chief showed him the list with a smile, and Zhang Hongcheng realized that the so-called "half a cart of wood" only existed on paper.
The major forestry farms of the Corps have an internal classification standard for wood.
Generally, wood that can be shipped out of Shanhaiguan must be of grade C or above, and is roughly classified according to its thickness and texture.
The half cart of wood the Corps gave him in writing was a third-grade piece of wood, sixteen pieces per cart.
But Zhang Hongcheng didn't know that when Secretary Zhao took the plan to arrange production tasks, this plan somehow "just happened" to fall on the Hongqi Forest Farm.
Is this the wood sent to the old platoon leader?
After some thought, the Red Flag Platoon brought down sixteen pieces of wood from the mountain, "the thickness of which was not quite standard".
The head of the group, Li Guangjin, pretended not to see it and signed the document.
The wood was transported to the division headquarters transfer yard with great difficulty. Before the transport fleet had time to complain, He Donghong's brother-in-law called his old leader in advance, and everything disappeared in an instant.
The personnel in charge of transportation and acceptance at the division headquarters repeatedly looked at the overly thick wood and the documents in their hands, but they couldn't match them.
Political Commissar Han said softly.
"It seems they made a mistake in their haste. I'll issue a notice criticizing the independent platoon of the Red Flag Forest Farm and disqualify them from next year's merit evaluation. It's too much trouble to transport it all over again, so let's just send it out directly."
Who could not understand what Political Commissar Han said?
The Red Flag Platoon already has two collective third-class merits, and they were not originally scheduled to have the opportunity to be recognized for their merits next year.
The railway department is a little worried, as they are transporting a whole truck of wood as if it were half a truck... Oh, the Corps will take better care of us with their New Year's goods, that's fine, what do you mean by a whole truck of wood? It's just half a truck!
So what Zhang Hongcheng saw now were sixteen huge logs that two people had to hug together!
No wonder so many people want to grab it.
After seeing off the last batch of his Corps colleagues who were going back to Northeast China for the winter, Zhang Hongcheng invited those units that needed wood to meet at Mutou Village.
Zhang Hongcheng was very cautious and did not ask the deputy section chief who was in charge of the party to come and meet him. Instead, he let it be known that a section clerk would be enough.
This approach is both generous and smart.
The purpose of doing this was to exclude some units whose intentions were not so strong.
If you are reluctant to send even a clerk, then everyone will know that your unit does not have such a strong demand for these woods.
Even if Zhang Hongcheng didn't give the wood to the other party in the end, it couldn't be blamed on him.
After all, everyone else who comes here is a clerk. If you, a clerk, can grab a piece of the pie, it would be a slap in everyone's face.
Of course, if the person who comes is a deputy section chief at the same level as you, it means that he really needs the wood urgently, so naturally you have to give him more.
No one can find any problems with the formal rules of officialdom.
As mentioned before, the weather in Jiangnan is humid, so most houses these days have tiled roofs.
Even if it is a building built by an employer, if conditions permit, people will think about getting beams and a tiled roof.
That would be more comfortable to live or work in.
Almost no one wants to live on the top floor of a bungalow in the south.
You can freeze to death in winter and die of heat in summer.
When a southern unit renovates a house, it is not only difficult to get bricks, cement and prefabricated panels, but the most difficult thing is to get qualified large beams.
There is an old saying that goes, "One beam lasts for five generations."
November 11th is a good day chosen by Zhang Hongcheng.
In the small yard of the train station, about ten people were standing and chatting with each other.
In the smoke, various greetings were mixed with conversations about everything under the sun.
Deputy Section Chief Xiao, who is in charge of logistics and procurement at the Qingpu District Trade Union, was smiling bitterly.
According to instructions from higher authorities, the trade union auditoriums in all districts had to be expanded, and their Qingpu District was no exception.
The auditorium is a wooden and stone structure and cannot be expanded simply with cement and bricks. Firstly, the cost is not enough, and secondly, the asymmetrical load-bearing structure makes accidents prone to occur.
So their union urgently needs one or two big wooden beams to serve as pillars.
As soon as the batch of wood was unloaded from the Corps Guesthouse, the entire union set their sights on this place.
This kind of big wood can be used after being dried in the sun for half a year. By then, their union should have enough bricks, cement, tiles, etc.
just!
In order to get the wood, the boss of their union specially approved a note and prepared some bills and items that were not easy to get these days to exchange with the guesthouse.
But today, when Deputy Section Chief Xiao arrived at the scene, he found that what he had in his hands was nothing compared to what others had prepared.
Not only did they have better preparation conditions, but they even had two regular scientists on site!
Deputy Section Chief Xiao has calculated it several times, but no matter how he calculates, in terms of the unit's strength and sincerity, their union has no chance!
Before he knew it, Deputy Section Chief Xiao was standing outside the crowd.
There are too many wolves and too little meat, so I guess there is no hope for him...
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