Zhang Yu shook his head and rejected his idea of reimbursement. He really had plenty of money, so there was no need to take advantage of it.
After leaving the director's office, Zhang Yu looked around the department store.
Compared with the department stores in Beijing, the ones here are much smaller, but they have one thing in common with the department stores in Beijing, that is, they are lively, and some of the counters are crowded with people.
What Zhang Yu didn't know was that such a simple act of winning a department store had brought him a bad fate.
Seeing everyone starting to crowd towards one of the counters, Zhang Yu was just watching curiously, but he didn't expect to be surrounded by several aunts.
Seeing that he was about to reach the counter further, Zhang Yu looked at several aunts who were still trying to squeeze in, picked the most kind-hearted one, and asked: "Aunt, may I ask, what is sold here?
?”
Regarding Zhang Yu's question, the other party seemed a little surprised: "You don't know?"
Zhang Yu was silent. Is there anything he should know?
Then I heard the aunt say: "Today there will be a batch of high-priced Iraqi candied dates at the counter, no tickets required!"
The words "don't vote" were spoken by the aunt with great force. Obviously the point of the whole sentence is not about the high price, nor about the Iraqi candied dates, but about "don't vote".
As soon as she mentioned Iraqi candied dates, Zhang Yu suddenly remembered that he seemed to have seen this article accidentally when he was checking other information later.
That is, in the late 1950s and early 1960s, during the ZRZH period in 2003, China imported a batch of Iraqi candied dates.
At this time, almost all the food that can be bought on the market must be supplied with coupons. Red dates and brown sugar cannot be bought at any time. Only during the Chinese New Year can each household get a small amount of supply, and you have to pay when buying.
Long queue.
However, Iraqi candied dates are open to supply, and although they are considered a high-priced commodity, there is still an endless stream of people buying them.
Speaking of Iraqi candied dates, Zhang Yu also thought that in later generations, he once listened to the older generation in the village talking about ancient times.
According to their memories, they ate a particularly sweet jujube when they were young, but they could never find it again.
Speaking of Iraqi candied dates, Zhang Yu also thought of Cuban brown sugar. These two were specialties from almost the same period.
Out of curiosity, and because he was actually pushed to the counter, Zhang Yu simply paid for a few kilograms and wanted to take them back to his sister-in-law and the others to try.
Being dragged in by a group of aunts, and then dragged out again after shopping, Zhang Yu hardly used any strength during the whole process, which made people laugh and cry.
However, maybe because they bought the same thing and had a different relationship with each other, the eyes of the aunts who were carrying Zhang Yu as they walked in looked at him much softer.
When leaving the crowded crowd, I greeted him specially, and then introduced him to several department store-specific products with great enthusiasm, so I would definitely not suffer any loss if I bought them.
Under their guidance, Zhang Yu unknowingly bought a lot of things.
After saying goodbye to several aunts, Zhang Yu looked at the things he was carrying in his hands. He couldn't laugh or cry for a moment. He was confused by those aunts just now. For a moment, he felt that he needed this and that, so he bought this without knowing it.
So many.
However, those aunts are really good people, and the things they recommend are also very practical, and you can always use them when you take them back.
Thinking like this, Zhang Yu was ready to put the things in his hands back into the car.
As soon as he went out, a black figure suddenly rushed towards him. He was holding something in both hands. He couldn't dodge for a while and was hit hard.
When he noticed that someone had bumped into him, Zhang Yu subconsciously dropped the things in his hands and grabbed the person who fell to the side.
The next second, a series of apologies sounded: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Are you okay? Are you injured? Do you want to take a look?"
The person who bumped into Zhang Yu was a girl, she should be about 20 years old. She was looking at Zhang Yu with an apologetic look on her face. Seeing that he didn't speak, she wanted to reach out her hand to check his injuries.
Zhang Yu subconsciously took a step back, dodged her outstretched hand, and then shook his head: "It's okay, I'm not hurt."
The girl's hand fell free, and she was a little embarrassed at the moment, but then she retracted her hand as if nothing had happened, and said happily: "It's okay, I just... I just slipped my foot suddenly, luckily you caught me
, otherwise it will definitely fall badly."
While talking, the girl looked at Zhang Yu's face intentionally or unintentionally, and after meeting Zhang Yu's eyes, she looked a little shy, then lowered her head, and tugged a strand of hair behind her ear in a covert manner.
I don’t know why, but in Zhang Yu’s eyes, a seemingly ordinary scene seemed a little awkward.
However, Zhang Yu didn't think much about it, and just attributed it to the fact that he already had a partner. Out of the self-purity of the man with a partner, he subconsciously stayed away from the flowers and plants outside.
Declining the other party's invitation to eat together, Zhang Yu picked up the things on the ground and walked slowly to the car.
What he didn't see was that behind him, the girl who hit him just now had a look of determination on her face.
Three days later, after installing the parts sent by Factory Director Yang from Beijing, the machine was finally able to operate normally.
Due to some matters, Director Yang did not come in person this time, so there was no special car to take when Zhang Yu left.
After rejecting the man's idea of arranging a car to take him back and saying hello to friends at the train station and arranging a sleeper for him, Zhang Yu chose to buy his own ticket and go back.
The main reason is that it's not too far from Beijing. You can just buy a hard seat and get a little support. There's no need to bother with this or that.
After the man drove him to the train station in person, Zhang Yu once again rejected the man's idea of finding someone to buy him a sleeper berth, and entered the station with a large bag of local specialties to buy a train ticket.
When Zhang Yu got on the train, the train carriage was already packed with people, like a can of sardines, and there was no room to even find a place to step down.
Not only that, the smell in the car was extremely unpleasant.
The smell of sweat, foot odor, and all kinds of strange smells were all suppressed in the car. When Zhang Yu got in, he almost vomited.
Pinching his nose, Zhang Yu tried to shield his body from these smells.
After finally squeezing into his own car and finding the seat on the ticket, it was quite good this time. I didn't experience any malicious seat-occupancy or anything like that. Zhang Yu just said that the person sitting in his seat would
He left his seat very happily and returned to his seat.
The ticket he bought this time was in the seat closest to the window. Although he couldn't smell much fresh air, Zhang Yu felt a lot better because he had a place to lean on and could admire the blue sky outside.
