“Puff~~.”
Director Qian choked on the tea leaves.
Thirty years!
You actually want to buy it, right?
"It's been too long, too long!"
"We paid it in full in one lump sum..."
Director Qian gave the other person a strange look. This Section Chief Zhang was quite good at beating around the bush.
But if you want to pay off 30 years of rent in one lump sum, it is not impossible to consider...
(According to the data I found in Shanghai in 1971, the monthly rent for a 25-square-meter house was 2.5 yuan.)
The six rooms on the third floor are all single rooms, each about 15 square meters. Director Qian offers a rent of one yuan and fifty cents per month.
The annual rent for six rooms is one hundred and eight yuan, which is three thousand two hundred and forty yuan for thirty years.
The deputy director of the street committee and the accountant also got together for a long time to discuss how to write the rental contract.
Zhang Hongcheng asked to add one more item.
If the Corps Guesthouse does not use the house itself, it can sublet it to other public-owned units.
Director Qian and others discussed it and decided that there was no problem as long as they didn't rent it to anyone who would cause them trouble.
After the agreement was written, Deputy Director Fang of the street seemed to remember something.
"Chief Zhang, now that you've rented this third-floor apartment, have you figured out how to deal with the Chai family on the first floor?"
"This family is absolutely lawless," Director Qian said, slamming the table as if he had just remembered something. "They actually built an iron gate to block the access to the upstairs!"
"How about, Chief Zhang, I find a few comrades to go with you to talk to them?"
Zhang Hongcheng smiled sincerely.
"Don't bother, really. Our own comrades will have a good talk with this family."
Director Qian and the others looked at each other worriedly.
When comrades from the Northeast say “have a good talk”, are you sure they mean a good talk?
They also didn't want to be bothered by that family afterwards.
"Section Chief Zhang, how are your comrades going to talk to that person?"
Zhang Hongcheng smiled and reassured them.
"Don't worry, don't worry, directors, we are all comrades, and we will win you over with our virtue."
"Definitely win people over with virtue!"
"Oh~~, that's good."
What Zhang Hongcheng meant by winning people over with virtue was not the method of putting a knife to one's neck as in the movies. Zhang Hongcheng never took the Chai family seriously.
He borrowed the street's phone to call Shanghai and asked the accountant Luo Qin to "borrow" a sum of money from the Huacheng Hotel as capital for renting a house from the street and for initial use.
Afterwards, Zhang Hongcheng borrowed Director Qian’s bicycle and went straight to the Guangfeng Cured Meat Factory.
......
At the entrance of Guangfeng Cured Meat Factory, in front of the publicity board.
Zhang Hongcheng leaned on his bicycle and carefully read the various reports and news in the bulletin board.
In particular, the news related to Tian Laishun, the head of the cured meat factory, was his focus.
He looked at the workshop photo at the front of the bulletin board very carefully.
Title: [In 1972, the city's XXX leader inspected our factory. Factory Director Tian Laishun introduced the cured meat production line to XXX on site...]
Then a smile slowly appeared on Zhang Hongcheng's face.
Since this factory director loves to show off so much, it will be easy to deal with him.
Especially the appearance of the guard at the booth, the more he looked at him, the more he felt that he was similar to someone in the bulletin board.
He remembered that his adopted son's Photoshop skills were quite good...
......
Tian Laishun was about to ride his bicycle out of the factory when he was suddenly stopped by his own security guard.
"Director, I just found a notebook!"
Tian Laishun glared at the other person unhappily.
"Why tell me such a small thing?"
"Brother, this book is quite famous!"
The guard lowered his voice and handed over an old notebook.
After all, he was his own brother, so Tian Laishun controlled his temper and opened the notebook to take a look.
A yellowed black and white photo was stuck in the gap between the cover pages of the notebook.
The background of the photo was obviously an ordinary residence, and a big shot in the city whom he knew was patting a young man on the shoulder affectionately.
The old man's casualness and friendliness made it clear at first glance that the two had a close relationship.
"Hey, comrade, have you seen my notebook?"
Tian Laishun and his younger brother looked up suddenly when they heard the voice.
The smile is so gentle...
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