Chapter 742 Special Day
It was already winter in November in Yanjing, and the first snow had not yet fallen. But for some reason, when I woke up in the morning and looked outside, it felt like everything was covered in silver.
Before going to work in the morning, Lin Weimin warmed up the car after breakfast and then scraped off the frost on the rearview mirror and rear window.
“Dad! Dad!”
Xiao Doubao ran out of the house. She was wearing a sweater. Tao Huimin had combed her hair into two ponytails in the morning, but because her hair was short, the ponytails became sky-high ponytails. When she ran, they looked like two antennae, swaying back and forth.
Lin Weimin leaned over and picked up the little bean bun that ran over. "What do you want to see your dad for?"
"When will you be back?"
"Dad came back in the evening, when it got dark again."
"Come back early." Xiao Doubao reminded.
Lin Weimin's smile was somewhat sweet, "Douba misses daddy, right?"
Xiao Doubao shook his head and said, "No, come back soon to give birth to your little brother."
Lin Weimin looked embarrassed.
At this time, Tao Huimin came out of the house and heard her daughter's words. She scolded her, "Lin Qianxun, little girl, what are you talking about all day? Who taught you that?"
Xiao Doubao hugged Lin Weimin's neck and said, "Grandma said so."
Tao Huimin was helpless. Xiao Doubao would be three years old after the Chinese New Year, and Tao's father and mother had started to urge the baby to have another baby in the past six months.
In the words of Tao's father, with such a big family and a huge business, there must be a heir with a penis!
Lin Weimin and his wife had never thought about this issue, but the elderly were always much more conservative in this regard, and even Han Dingbang would occasionally talk about this topic.
At this time, people's thinking has not changed so thoroughly.
"Come here, Dad has to go to work."
Tao Huimin reached out to hug Xiao Doubao, but under the tyranny of his mother, Xiao Doubao reluctantly left his father's arms.
She also turned around and told her father earnestly, "Come back soon!"
Lin Weimin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and Tao Huimin was so angry that she slapped her on the butt.
The little girl was as naughty as a boy. She didn't cry but laughed happily instead.
When I drove to the Chinese Language Society, I could feel the joyful atmosphere in the society early in the morning.
Every employee I met had a happy look on their face. They started laughing before they even opened their mouths to speak. As soon as I entered the office building, I could hear laughter coming from each editorial office.
"Wei Min, come and say hello to some old leaders!"
Cheng Zaochun arrived earlier than Lin Weimin and stood at the door of the conference room to greet Lin Weimin.
As soon as Lin Weimin entered the door, he saw many elders in the community. The youngest among them was almost seventy years old. Some of them were in poor health and were accompanied by younger people. There were also some who could not even get out of bed and did not come today at all.
Lin Weimin greeted these old comrades one by one, and he received a warm response.
Many senior colleagues are extremely satisfied with Lin Weimin, the current editor-in-chief.
Be capable and courageous, dare to think and act, and most importantly, know how to respect veteran comrades.
"Just ask your family members to come. It's so cold, why did you all come here in person?" Lin Weimin said to everyone with a smile.
"We are free anyway. You all come here today to share in the good fortune," said Qin Chaoyang.
Today is a very ordinary day in 1994, but it is a very special day in the history of Guowen Society which has been established for more than 40 years.
After nearly eight months of construction, the Guowen Society staff housing complex has entered the final stage. Except for the construction of the perimeter wall, outdoor pipe network, roads and landscaping, all other projects have been completed.
After research and decision by the community committee, the subscription for the Guowen Society’s family building will start tomorrow. The purpose of everyone coming here today is to draw lots, which is called a lottery in later times.
The house has been built, but due to various factors such as the floor, layout, orientation, etc., some layouts will inevitably be popular while some will be unpopular. In order to avoid this situation, drawing lots is the simplest and fairest way.
The company plans to divide all employees into three batches and have them apply for housing in turn. This will naturally avoid the scramble for good floors, good apartment types and good orientations.
However, the total amount of Guowenshe family housing construction this time is in excess of demand.
There are a total of six seven-story multi-story residential buildings with a total construction area of more than 28,000 square meters.
There are only about 300 people in the Guowen Society, including retired comrades. Add the less than 30 people in the Tongwen Society, and there are more than 300 families in total, but there are nearly 400 houses, which is more than enough. The only thing to worry about is that they will not be able to get a good house.
At nine o'clock in the morning, there was a lot of noise inside and outside the meeting room of Guowen Society, and it was filled with employees who were preparing to draw lots.
"Okay, okay, everyone be quiet." Cheng Zaochun stood at the door of the conference room. Seeing that it was time to draw lots, he cleared his throat and shouted loudly.
The originally noisy conference room and corridor suddenly became quiet. The scene of two or three hundred people was suddenly silent. Lao Cheng's reputation in the Guowen Society reached its peak at nine o'clock in the morning on November 5, 1994.
"Let me say a few words first. The drawing of the lots is done by Lao Zhou on site, and everyone can see it. We won't cheat. The houses are all there, and the lots are drawn by ourselves. Don't complain or show off whether it's good or bad.
After drawing lots today, you can go and see the family housing if you have time. Tomorrow, we will start to accept the funds. Once you have chosen a house, you cannot change it. Everyone should prepare the money and pay the full amount within half a month. The house is yours. If you fail to pay the money within the deadline, you will have no chance.
I remind you again, pay the house price on time. We have been building the family housing for more than half a year. Don’t fall behind at this critical moment.”
After Cheng Zaochun finished speaking loudly about the situation, the crowd burst into warm applause. This was certainly not because of Cheng's wonderful speech, but because everyone saw that Zhou was already prepared for the drawing of lots.
Stop talking!
Cheng Zaochun stopped talking nonsense and said, "Just one sentence, let's start drawing lots now. Retired people go first, and the younger ones go to the back."
The crowd was immediately divided into clear groups based on age. Drawing lots was a matter of luck anyway, and the first person to draw might not necessarily get a good lot.
Let the old comrades come first, it will save face!
The method of drawing lots at the Guowen Society is very simple. Each piece of manuscript paper is split into 16 parts, and "1", "2" and "3" are written on them. The numbers correspond to each person's room selection batch.
A piece of manuscript paper is divided into 16 parts. In terms of making a living, Lao Zhou is no less inferior to Lao Cheng.
A group of elders were the first to choose, and as expected, their luck was mixed.
"1", "2", "3". Fortunately, there are not many people in the third batch, only two people. It is very likely that these two people will not be able to choose a good floor, but the choices of others should not be too bad.
After Niu Han drew the lot, he was so proud of himself that he glanced at Meng Weizai's lot.
"Lao Meng, no, the third batch won't work. By the time you go to choose a house, the flowers will be cold!"
Meng Weizai was depressed and didn't bother to pay attention to him, so he slapped Niu Han on the back of his head.
Niu Han, however, didn't care at all and went on to harass others.
"That old comrade!" Lin Weimin pointed at Niu Han, "I'm talking to you! Didn't I just tell you to do a good job and stop showing off or complaining? Do you still have some organization and discipline?"
There was a burst of laughter in the conference room and the corridor.
On the one hand, it was because Niu Han was scolded, and on the other hand, it was too ironic coming from Lin Weimin's mouth.
How dare you, Lin Weimin, say that others lack organization and discipline?
Niu Han ignored Lin Weimin and stood aside in a huff.
Then came the second group. As fewer and fewer people drew lots, the employees of the Guowen Publishing House disappeared from the corridor, but more employees of the Renmin Publishing House appeared.
These people didn't just arrive; they had been here a long time ago.
It's just that they were all outside just now, and they were only revealed after the employees of the National Literature Society had drawn lots and left.
The last batch of Guowen Press employees finished drawing lots and got the results. Everyone walked back to the office while discussing the houses they would be allocated.
Only some employees of the People's Publishing House witnessed the whole process of the drawing of lots for housing allocation at the Guowen Publishing House, and their eyes were red with envy.
We all work in the same building, so why is there such a big difference in our personalities?
The drawing of lots is officially over, and the next step is to choose a house and make payment.
Early in the morning, the Chinese Literature Society was deserted.
Even though everyone has looked at the family housing complex over and over again, they still have to look at it again before choosing a house.
The commune had anticipated this situation a long time ago, and none of the leaders said anything, let alone Lao Zhou who took the lead in running away.
He was caught red-handed by Lin Weimin, but he continued to shout with a righteous indignation.
"I have been guarding the construction site for half a year. What for? Isn't it for this moment? Don't stop me. I have to go home to pick up my wife."
Lin Weimin let him go with a helpless look on his face. For the rest of the day, the Guowen Press could forget about operating normally, as even the secretary had disappeared.
At lunch time, the cafeteria was empty. Even New Year’s Eve was busier than this.
Lin Weimin said to Xiao Zhou: "Why don't you go and see the house?"
"If I go, who will look after the house? I've seen the house so many times that I can draw the floor plan with my eyes closed. There's no need to look."
Xiao Zhou showed a somewhat honest smile on his face.
"Okay, Xiao Zhou is aware of the situation!" Lin Weimin praised with a smile.
The two were chatting when Cheng Zaochun came to eat.
Lin Weimin said to him, "I have to go out for something this afternoon."
"Looking at a house?"
"Look at what that thing is doing."
Lin Weimin drew the first batch of lots, which were also nothing to look at. "Let's go to Mr. Wan's place."
"Give him my regards!"
"good."
After lunch and taking a short break in the office, Lin Weimin drove to Muxidi.
It was Li Yuru who opened the door for Lin Weimin. She smiled when she saw Lin Weimin, "Weimin is here!"
"Master's wife!" Lin Weimin called out.
After entering the room, I saw Mr. Wan sitting on the sofa, "Teacher, didn't you take a break at noon?"
"I lay down for a while, but couldn't sleep, so I got up," said Mr. Wan.
In recent years, his health has deteriorated and he has to stay in the hospital for more than half a year. As a result, Lin Weimin comes less often than before.
My health has recovered well recently, so I went home for a while.
"Why are you free to come here today?"
Today is a working day, not a festival, so Mr. Wan asked this question.
"Xiao Zhong called me a few days ago and talked about the drama award." Lin Weimin said.
Mr. Wan looked unhappy. "What are they going to do now?"
"Xiao Zhong means well. This time the Outstanding Script Award will be named after you, which is also a recognition of your achievements in drama."
"It wouldn't be too late to wait until I'm dead. They did this before I even left."
Lin Weimin smiled and said, "Everyone agrees, except you. It's useless!"
His tone was humorous and Mr. Wan couldn't help laughing.
It is really funny that he, the person concerned, objected to the award being given in his own name but to no avail.
"I'm here to discuss something with you." Lin Weimin said.
(End of this chapter)
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