"I'm really sorry, Comrade Guo Xiangyang, I really can't be of any help."
Although there's still some money at home, that money can be used to pay Xu Damao. After all, they've had a decades-long relationship, so there's no need to worry about him talking nonsense.
As for Guo Xiangyang, who knows what he'll say when he turns around?
He came all this way hoping to get a bargain and exchange more money; otherwise, he could have just gone to the black market.
Watching his dejected figure as he left, Li Chu sighed.
He had originally wanted to try to persuade him, but the conversation he had just heard made him realize that Guo Xiangyang was in a daze right now and wouldn't listen to anything anyone said, unless his wife herself said she didn't want to go, but was that even possible?
Turning to enter the hospital, Liu Dazhuang pointed to the other side of the gate: "Director, Xu Damao is here too."
Xu Damao had been watching this side the whole time, and when he saw Guo Xiangyang leave, he came over.
"Brother Chu, was that Guo Xiangyang just now?"
"Yes, you've met him before."
"I've seen him before. I saw him twice when I was thinking of buying his house. What's he doing here? Does he have another house to sell?"
"No, he also wants to exchange some US dollars."
"Hehe, this kid has most likely been tricked this time."
"What? You know about the person he found too?"
“Everyone outside knows that, and several people have advised him to think it over carefully, saying that his overseas Chinese friend is unreliable, but he couldn’t resist the fact that the other person was willing.”
Actually, there are touts outside the embassy, charging $200, payable only after the job is done. Even though they can only process tourist visas, you can always find another way after you get abroad. Nobody else pays upfront and then tries to get things done, and they even raised the price at the last minute. This guy and his wife are completely obsessed; they'll get angry at anyone who tries to reason with them.
So that's what happened.
Li Chu didn't say anything more about it, and took an envelope out of his bag and handed it over.
"Here, this is yours."
"Brother Chu, you really didn't suffer a loss, did you?" Xu Damao asked, still somewhat uneasy, after taking the envelope.
"Take it without worry. Okay, go to the bank to complete the remittance. I'm going in now."
Xu Damao looked at the envelope in his hand, and without counting it, stuffed it directly into his bag.
"Thanks, Brother Chu."
Li Chu, who was already walking into the hospital, completely ignored him.
Seeing Guo Xiangyang just now reminded him of all the bottles and jars in the storage room. He slapped his forehead, realizing he needed to hurry up and tidy them up, otherwise his wife might kick him one day if she didn't like the look of them.
"Dazhuang, go to the office and get my white coat. I'm going to the clinic first. Remember to tell Zhijun that he should come find me here if anything happens."
"Yes, Director."
He now enjoys teaching students and seeing patients at the outpatient clinic more and more. As long as he doesn't have anything else to do, he'll basically spend the whole day there.
Right after the Spring Festival, Dean Qian of the medical school planned to assign him two more students this year, but he refused.
Unlike Western medicine, where students can be treated in batches, he often needs to teach them one-on-one. He's already feeling a bit tired with three students, and he really can't handle two more.
This is also related to his own personality. He felt that since he had taken these two children as students, he must teach them well. If he took on more students, he would inevitably delay their future due to his energy.
...
At lunchtime, while getting food at the small canteen, Vice Dean Chang walked up to Li Chu, who was in line, and indicated that he had something to say.
He handed the lunchbox to Ding Qiunan and then walked to the side.
"Director, the higher-ups have assigned us four cars. Two of them are those new Santana models from Shanghai, and the other two are 212s. Do you want to change your car?"
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"Huh? Lao Chang, you mean it's for the Social Security Committee?"
"Yes, the train will arrive tomorrow or the day after."
Li Chu hesitated for a moment. The car that Vice Dean Chang mentioned should be a Santana. That car is quite good, but the thought that it would become commonplace in just a few years sent a chill down his spine.
"Forget it, I won't change it. You should just replace your Jeep. I remember your car is quite old. You should get a Santana instead."
"Director, this..."
Vice Dean Chang was in a dilemma. It would be fine if Li Chu had replaced him, but since the top leader hadn't been replaced yet, he replaced him first, which seemed a bit inconsiderate.
“My Volga is only a few years old, it’s practically brand new, and it’s comfortable to ride in. Don’t overthink it.”
Seeing that Ding Qiunan had already gotten her food, he smiled and said, "Alright, go get your food. Change it yourself when the bus comes back, and bring the receipt over for me to sign." After saying that, he walked towards his wife.
Seeing this, Vice Dean Chang could only take his lunchbox and go get his food.
Being a deputy to this kind of leader is hard to say whether it's good or bad. But this guy really doesn't care about anything, unless he needs to sign off on certain things.
"Qin Huairu came to see me this morning," Ding Qiunan said while eating as her husband arrived.
"What does she want from you again? Is she not comfortable living in the apartment?" Li Chu joked.
"Oh, it has nothing to do with the house. She contacted me because she wanted me to help her find someone."
"They want to ask you about someone? Who is it?"
"You know him too? He used to work in the same clinic as me."
"Huh?" Li Chu was taken aback for a moment, then asked uncertainly, "You're not talking about Luo Qicheng from Peking Union Medical College Hospital, are you?"
"Not bad, you immediately thought of him as soon as I mentioned him."
"How could I not think of it? I only sat in the same consultation room with him once."
"No, why is Qin Huairu asking about him?"
Ding Qiunan lowered her head, ate a mouthful of rice, and only after swallowing did she say, "Someone introduced Doctor Luo's youngest son to Xiao Dang."
"Huh? What's his youngest son doing now?"
"I heard from Qin Huairu that she came back from the countryside and has been unemployed ever since. She's currently working as a temporary worker in the security department of Peking Union Medical College Hospital."
"I think Lao Luo's youngest son is almost thirty, right?"
"About twenty-eight."
"At this age, you're still a temporary worker..." Li Chu shook his head as he said this.
"What? You don't think highly of Lao Luo's son?"
"It's not a matter of whether I'm optimistic or pessimistic, but a man who's almost thirty and still has nothing, and most importantly, he can still keep doing that temporary job, I really don't think he'll amount to anything in the future."
Although most people don't have much money these days, we are in a period of openness, and many people are unwilling to live an ordinary life and are trying every means to make money.
That's why there are so many backpackers traveling to the south or the far north.
Although this situation is not yet recognized and they cannot sell openly, at least they are trying to find a way to solve their predicament.
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