In the blink of an eye, more than half a month passed. During this period, Song Jin was not very busy, and Section Chief Zhu was not there every day. He would only call Song Jin over when he was in the office to teach her some training and management experience.
For the rest of the time, Song Jin stayed in the office to look through past materials, and occasionally would stroll around the studio, where he got to know a few people.
Saturday soon arrived again, and Section Chief Zhu told Song Jin not to be on duty this week, so she could have a weekend off.
It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.
She had been sleeping in for a while and didn't get up until after ten o'clock every day. Since she lived alone, no one disturbed her, so she got used to it.
For the past half month, I have to get up early every day, get up at 7 o'clock, wash up, have breakfast, go to the toilet, and go out at 8 o'clock. It takes 20 minutes to ride a bike there. Basically, I arrive at the office around 8:25 every day, which is just the right time.
I finally made it to the weekend. I slept until 10:30 on Saturday morning and just after washing up and opening the door, I saw Song Ming and the other two outside.
Seeing Song Jin, the three of them chuckled and said, "We didn't hear any sound when we came over, so we figured you were still asleep, so we didn't knock."
Song Jin gestured for them to come in. She had slept too much and was still a little drowsy.
Pointing to the seats and asking everyone to sit down, she pretended to go to the kitchen to get breakfast and took out two plates of buns from the space, one with leek and egg filling and the other with fresh meat filling.
He poured himself another glass of milk, took it to the living room table, and motioned for the three of them to have some too.
The three of them came here early in the morning to wait. They had indeed not had breakfast yet. Recently, they were not so afraid of Song Jin, and they were not as restrained when getting along with each other as before. Seeing that Song Jin asked them to, they each picked up one and started eating.
"Pour your own water."
The three of them were not polite anymore. Song Ming and Song Da exchanged a look, and Song Zuo stood up to pour each of them a glass of water from the thermos on the table, and they started eating and drinking with the buns.
The plates on the table were empty in a few minutes, and Song Jin only asked about it after everyone had finished eating.
"You came here today because there's news about Qin Lili?"
Song Da said, "We have discovered something else these days. Not long after you went to the countryside, a woman came to the factory pretending to be your aunt and said that since you had gone to the countryside, the job at the towel factory should be left to her.
At that time, the factory leaders knew that you had transferred the job to the logistics director (it was a nice way of saying it was transferred, but in fact it was sold for 500 yuan) and they also knew that you had no other relatives in your family, so the leaders thought that she had heard about your family affairs and wanted to cheat for the job, so they had her kicked out.
She may have also learned that you had returned your job, and later went to the street office to inquire about the house's status. She learned that the house had neither been reclaimed by the state nor sold. She even wanted to ask the street staff for the key to go in and take a look. Aunt Wang from the street office said she had never seen her before and said she had your contact information and wanted to call you to ask about it. She then fled and has not been seen since.
Song Jin nodded: "Anything else?"
Song Zuo continued, "I just remembered that I have a brother who's at the Northwest Farm. I wrote him a letter to inquire about this matter, but I haven't received a reply yet. I thought I'd try to get a letter of introduction and go there."
Song Ming added, "I'll stay in Jing City while they go investigate."
"Let's wait a little longer. It takes at least a month to send a letter from Beijing to the Northwest Farm and back. Wait another half a month. If there's still no news, it won't be too late to go again."
The three nodded.
Everyone was silent for a moment, and Song Ming suddenly said, "By the way, I heard there's a courtyard house for sale near Chang'an Avenue in the west of the city. I heard the owner was demoted two years ago, and the house went to someone on the black market. He originally wanted to keep it for himself, but recently had a problem with the goods and needed cash, so he's trying to find a buyer privately."
Song Jin: "Contact them and go check it out this afternoon or tomorrow."
"Then let's do it this afternoon. I'll contact the other party right now."
"Well, go ahead."
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