The weather in Flower City is already quite hot at the end of June.
It was just getting dark.
Zhang Hongcheng took a palm-leaf fan and sat under the street light with Chu Miaohong.
There were also many nearby residents who brought their own benches around.
In order to temporarily avoid Minister Li's phone bombardment, Zhang Hongcheng has moved Chu Miaohong and others from the Heilongjiang Provincial Guesthouse into his own three-story China Democratic National Construction Association.
On the left of Zhang Hongcheng, the man in a white vest who was sitting on a small stool and fanning himself was Director Qian, the person in charge of this street.
He chatted with his neighbors in the local dialect, and from time to time, Lao Qian would teach Zhang Hongcheng and Chu Miaohong the specific meaning of the dialect.
Just when the neighbors were chatting excitedly, suddenly a strange sound came from the air.
A group of people turned their heads and looked up.
I saw the transformer on the electric pole not far away was squeaking and sparking.
Everyone roared and hurriedly picked up their benches and dispersed.
"Get out of the way, everyone! Keep the kids under control and don't let them get close!"
Director Qian jumped up and used a palm-leaf fan to swat away several cheering children who were about to come forward to play.
The sparks from the transformer suddenly surged, and the intermittent squeaking sounds were stretched into a straight line.
A puff of black smoke rose from the transformer.
The whole street was instantly dark.
In the darkness, the crescent moon in the sky is particularly conspicuous.
Residents gathered around, fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans and pointing in the direction of the transformer.
In the darkness, someone took the opportunity to hug Chu Miaohong in his arms.
She looked up and glanced at the man's face in the starlight.
She vaguely saw a smile of understanding on Zhang Hongcheng's lips.
The light in the surrounding blocks was also disappearing rapidly, and it was obvious that this was a large-scale power outage.
An incredible thought flashed through Chu Miaohong's mind at this moment.
----Even if this guy was reborn, how could he remember such a small thing so clearly?
Guessing that the eyesight of the people around him was almost adapted to the darkness, Zhang Hongcheng smiled and let go of his fiancée.
"We have two important things to do tomorrow."
"Hmm? What are you going to do?"
"Let's pay off the debt first, and then call our worried Minister Li."
Even though she knew that Zhang Hongcheng was teasing her on purpose, Chu Miaohong was too lazy to think too much and simply followed his words and fell into his trap, asking.
"Who do we owe money to?"
"The Huacheng Hotel already owes the Shanghai Hotel tens of thousands of yuan. Let's settle this account with Luo Qin tomorrow."
The batch of fabrics purchased by Huacheng Hotel, plus a series of expenses for buying a house, cost a total of nearly 40,000 yuan borrowed from Shanghai Hotel.
Zhang Hongcheng called Luo Qin the next day and asked her to start doing the accounting immediately.
The Huacheng Hotel transferred a batch of fine cotton cloth that it had just received to the Shanghai Hotel as debt repayment.
The premium for the transfer was about 5,000 yuan, which just made the accounts on both sides equal to only one cent.
With a simple transfer from left hand to right hand, Zhang Hongcheng transferred the cotton cloth stored in the guesthouse into supplies for the Shanghai Corps Guesthouse.
Huacheng Hotel and Shanghai Hotel are true brother units. There is nothing wrong with transferring materials at a premium to pay off debts.
The reason why Zhang Hongcheng rushed to complete the transfer procedure on the second day of the power outage was to prepare for the New Journey Cotton Mill.
Minister Li finally received a call from the little bastard.
Zhang Hongcheng took the initiative to confess that he had transferred the cotton cloth to the name of a Shanghai guesthouse.
This made Minister Li both angry and amused.
That’s right, Zhang Hongcheng is only temporarily serving as the director of Huacheng Guesthouse.
By the end of October, Zhang Hongcheng will need to hand over the Huacheng Guesthouse to the new director, and then return to Shanghai to continue his work as the director of the guesthouse in Shanghai.
This guy essentially transferred the losses he incurred in Huacheng to his own name, leaving no losses for the future director of the Huacheng Guesthouse.
The way he handled it made it difficult for Minister Li to scold him.
He and several other corps leaders believed that with Zhang Hongcheng's connections and abilities in Shanghai, there would be no problem in handling the shortfall of tens of thousands of yuan.
"Kid, remember this. This won't happen again!"
After training for half an hour, he picked it up high and put it down gently...
Zhang Hongcheng returned to the guesthouse which he had not yet completed, and Chen Beilei and the other two immediately rushed up to him.
"What did the Corps say? We agreed that this responsibility is shared by all of us!"
Chen Beilei still speaks quickly.
Lu Yan and Zhao Ganmei were responsible for following her and nodding.
"Good sisters, be loyal!"
Zhang Hongcheng smiled and gave a thumbs up, appearing to be completely unconcerned.
"Why are you still laughing? This is tens of thousands of dollars!"
When Lu Yan thought of this number, she felt terrified and thought that her and her group's lives were probably over.
But since we are all classmates, colleagues and friends, we can only grit our teeth and bear the burden together.
"What are you three thinking?"
Zhang Hongcheng pushed aside the three sad-looking women and looked up at Chu Miaohong who was leaning on the railing upstairs and smiling at him.
"Did you call?"
Chu Miaohong shook her head slightly.
This made Zhang Hongcheng smile even more.
"Forget about the disciplinary action you three will take. Think about how you're going to write home when you receive your awards in a few days!"
"I have such a bad temper." If it weren't for his girlfriend watching upstairs, Chen Beilei would have found something to pick a fight with Zhang Hongcheng. "Why am I so out of control now?"
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