Chapter three hundred and thirty seventh disappear
After sending Uncle Lin away, Li Chu sat on the chair and suddenly felt free for the day. He was still a little uncomfortable and didn't know what else to do.
Suddenly he thought of the TV ticket in his bag. He originally planned to go to the department store to buy it with his wife during this weekend's rest, but when he thought about the crowded scene in the department store, he couldn't help but shudder.
I picked up the phone on the table and called the shuttle bus.
His driver Xiaotian ran over after a while.
He took out the TV ticket and industrial coupons from his bag, counted out another six hundred yuan and handed them over.
"Xiaotian, go to the department store and buy a TV for me."
Tian Jun was dumbfounded and took the ticket and money: "Vice President Li, I have never bought this TV. What if..."
He had only heard of this thing but had never seen it before. The leader immediately asked him to buy it. He was so flustered that he had so much money and tickets in his hand, it was like a hot potato.
"It's okay. If you're afraid that you won't be able to buy it well, first go to the finance department on the second floor to find my niece. You've seen her before. Call her Wang Jiayuan and ask her to take you to buy it."
Tian Jun was now convinced that someone would help him, and he happily agreed.
Tian Junxing left in a hurry, and Li Chu was bored again.
He always felt that he had forgotten something, but he just couldn't remember it. He sat on the chair and frowned and thought for a long time before suddenly slapping his forehead.
He remembered that yesterday he just signed in and got off work in time after the "ding ding" sound, without even seeing what the reward was.
I rubbed my hands with a little excitement. This was accumulated over more than ten years. I wonder if I will give you something good.
When Li Chu saw it for the first time in the open space in the middle of the warehouse, his eyes almost dropped.
After more than ten years, do you only give me this little thing?
I saw a pile of money scattered in the open space in the middle of the warehouse, as well as a pile of various tickets.
What caught his attention the most were the few books lying there.
Fortunately, they are all skill books.
But as a Chinese medicine practitioner, does he really need to learn so many languages?
Spanish, French, Italian, Arabic, plus the English, German, Portuguese, and Russian that he has already mastered before, even if he does not count Chinese, he has mastered eight languages.
It's impossible for him to become a diplomat. Why would he know so many languages?
And the possibility of him going abroad in this life is extremely slim.
I won’t talk about these language skills books. Anyway, they are still of some use. If I have the opportunity to watch original movies in the future, I won’t have to read Chinese subtitles.
But what are the remaining three skill books?
Guitar, piano, suona, he really wants to ask the system, are you serious?
Why should he learn this? Will he join the entertainment industry in the future? Or should he wait a few more years and play in a band with those rock pioneers?
What kind of international joke is this? It doesn’t matter whether he wants it or not. Even if he wants to, it doesn’t matter who else, Dean Liu alone can shoot him with a gun first.
Speaking of which, the singer and her man seemed to live in a large courtyard, I don’t know where exactly.
Depressedly, I threw these books aside, leaving the last skill book in my hand. How should I put it, this book should be regarded as the most useful among the rewards this time.
Medicinal diet, yes, this book teaches him how to make medicated diet.
By the way, this medicinal diet should belong to the skills of a chef.
Anyway, he had studied with his master for so many years and never taught him, and he had never heard from any Chinese medicine doctor who knew how to make medicinal meals.
No matter what the skill is, just learn it when you go to bed at night.
Withdrawing his mind from the warehouse, it was true that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. There was nothing he wanted, just a medicinal diet, which was barely enough, although he didn't know what he wanted.
But looking at those useless skill books, he was really unwilling.
After more than ten years, we have just got this pile of junk.
He was so depressed that he couldn't sit still in the office, so he strolled out of the administration building and walked towards the front of the outpatient area.
Entering the outpatient hall, we went straight to the office of the director of the traditional Chinese medicine pharmacy.
Ding Qiunan was lying on his desk, carefully checking the drug registration form just sent by the logistics department and the storage registration book of their pharmacy.
Suddenly, the office door was pushed open from the outside. Ding Qiunan raised his head and looked over. Who was this? He didn't even knock on the door.
As soon as I looked up, I saw my man walking in with a depressed look on his face.
He put down what he was holding and stood up: "What's wrong? Are you being criticized?"
Li Chu rolled his eyes speechlessly, why can't this prodigal woman think of something better?
He pulled up a chair and sat down: "I'm sorry to disappoint you. I didn't get criticized. I just didn't think about anything else. I'll be fine after a while."
As he spoke, he picked up the registration form on the desk and looked at it for a few times, then put it down.
Ding Qiunan smiled and poured a glass of water for his man and placed it on the table.
He did not sit down, but stood next to her and leaned on the desk. Instead of worrying about why he was depressed, he asked: "Why didn't you go out today?"
She knew that her husband was getting busier and busier now. He could hardly see anyone in the hospital during the day, and he was often called away in the middle of the night.
What worries her the most is that what her men do is kept secret, and she has no idea what he was doing when he was asked to leave.
Just like one time in 1976, while I was sleeping in the middle of the night, I was called away by a phone call, and then seemed to disappear.
Ding Qiunan almost went crazy that time, and there was no news at all for several days.
Moreover, Director Liu, Uncle Lin, and the directors of several departments in the hospital were all missing.
Fortunately, Uncle Wang sent someone over to say hello and asked her to calm down, so she felt relieved.
Who knew that she had to wait for more than half a month. When she came back, it happened to be night. The moment she opened the door and saw her man, she couldn't stop crying.
She had never seen Li Chu look like this, with unkempt beard, messy hair, and eyes so red they could bleed.
He didn't say a word after entering the door, he just gave her an ugly smile, then entered the bedroom and fell asleep.
He slept until the next night. If he hadn't seen that his breathing was steady all the time, Ding Qiunan would have almost called the doctor over.
This happened several times after that, but the time was not as long as that time, so she is used to it now.
"There's nothing to do today. I just asked Xiaotian to go to the department store to buy a TV."
"Didn't you say we should go alone on the weekend?"
"Well, when I thought about so many people in the department store, I immediately lost interest."
After listening to her husband's words, Ding Qiunan pursed her lips and smiled. Fortunately, she was not a person who liked shopping, otherwise she would have made trouble at this moment.