(I've had a severe cold recently and haven't been feeling well, so please forgive me.)
Prince Gong's Mansion.
The relationship between neighbors has been particularly harmonious recently.
When everyone met each other, there was a sigh and a hint of reluctance.
As Zhang Hongcheng reached an agreement with the working group, the mobilization work of the remaining households was directly taken over by the working group, and Zhang Hongcheng only needed to transfer the money according to the requirements of the working group.
As June began, the pressure on the working group from above grew greater. The working group also became determined and joined forces with the work units of those troublesome households to take a two-pronged approach. Finally, they solved all the residents' problems.
I don't know who gave the working group the idea of urging the wire factory to give up the primary school building that was to be relocated, and leave the old primary school building to those residents who were unwilling to pay to purchase commercial housing.
The more than 200 households in Prince Gong’s Mansion now have a place to stay.
Half of them got room numbers for resettlement housing at the South Power Plant from Zhang Hongcheng, another small half moved to the old teaching building with the kindergarten located in the backyard of Prince Gong's Mansion, and the remaining households were mostly arranged with other accommodation by their units.
When the resettlement housing is completed next year, the decades-long relationship between us as old neighbors will come to an end.
Especially those young people who grew up together hanging out naked in every corner of Prince Gong's Mansion, often reminisce about the past like the old people when they meet.
The cottage of Zhang Hongcheng and Chu Miaohong.
The door is closed.
A faint smell of incense wafted out from the crack of the door.
Several families around didn't take it seriously, but nowadays it's different from previous years. If you encounter such things, you need to report them immediately.
Since a few years ago, every household in the compound would bravely close the door and do a little preparation on the anniversary of the death of an elder.
Even Aunt Cao, the resident director of the compound, turned a blind eye.
In the room.
Chu Miaohong, who was in a dilemma, was carefully supported by her husband and worshipped Guan Gong with him.
She found that since she entered the pregnancy period, she was not suspicious, but her lover became more and more suspicious.
My speech at the party yesterday was really great.
But it scared her husband.
I have to drag her along to fulfill the Second Master's wish today.
A picture of Guan Gong had just been hung in the hall, with a real Red Hare at his feet.
This is a treasured piece of Chu Miaohong's collection, and it was also one of the good things that Hongqi Farm had collected under the guise of art students.
These days, it’s hard to find special incense sticks for burning incense, so the couple used the medicinal incense made by Chu Miaohong, the kind that can calm the fetus and calm the mind.
After fulfilling her wish, Chu Miaohong put away the portrait, and Zhang Hongcheng opened the door to dispel the smell of fireworks.
When the two of them were together again, they didn't mention the big words Chu Miaohong said yesterday.
When she went to Xiarun Company for internship, Chu Miaohong was full of confidence in her ability.
Whether in academic performance, foreign language proficiency, spoken Chinese proficiency, foreign-related concepts or communication, she is far ahead of her peers.
As for whether Zhang Hongcheng would be eliminated, she had never thought about it at all.
----It seems that nothing can stump this guy.
If her husband really failed to be selected, she would not go either.
That is not without its benefits. At least I have a little trick to use to control this guy.
Now lying in Zhang Hongcheng's arms, Chu Miaohong was thinking about how to get a strong medical certificate from her grandfather and Zhang Hongcheng's step-grandfather. After all, she was a pregnant woman now.
If she was not allowed to travel because of her pregnancy, Chu Miaohong would not be too disappointed.
At least she got back the opportunity that her husband had given up.
Chu Miaohong didn't have to worry about the exam, but Zhang Hongcheng did.
He was thinking about how to turn what Chu Miaohong said into reality.
Two of the three places are occupied, and one of them is a pregnant woman, so the difficulty is quite great.
But Zhang Hongcheng felt a little excited. It had been a long time since he had started thinking like this.
This kind of challenging project can stimulate his interest.
Anyway, the fat guy in the next time and space who got the news started jumping up and down, shouting that they must work together to complete this project!
The fat man wrote a sentence on the old envelope that came last night.
"Godfather, I'm expediting the processing of Hong Kong and Macau passes for my whole family!"
Before Zhang Hongcheng could come up with any conclusion, what happened at yesterday's party had already quickly spread to various schools.
In an office in Beijing.
An old man slammed the table.
"That's good!"
"It was originally a semi-open audition, but now it's caused a huge uproar."
"Who are the Yan University students who started the trouble?"
"Forget it, don't tell me whose child it is. List the names of the two who started the trouble. Anyone on the preliminary list will be eliminated!"
The two middle-aged men who came to report smiled bitterly, nodded, and wrote this down in their notebook.
"Both students are from Yan University. I will notify them. However, I would like to ask for your guidance on what to do next regarding this selection process for the department."
The old man rubbed his eyebrows and finally shook his head helplessly.
"Originally, it was a semi-open selection process tacitly agreed upon by four or five key universities."
"Other schools may be envious, but it's not easy for them to just peel back the paper."
"But given the current situation, we can only expand the scope and lower the selection standards a bit."
One of the middle-aged men thought about it.
"If that's the case, then there are probably more than ten schools that can be selected. The registration restrictions can be relaxed to the level of student union ministers. What do you think?"
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