It was almost time for lunch break, so Li Qing asked Dong Xuebin to go to the cafeteria together, "Xuebin, are you dating someone?"
Khan, this is the question again? Dong Xuebin felt that since he entered the agency, at least four people have asked the same thing. He really doesn’t want to discuss this topic, because he has never had a love experience in more than 20 years of life... This
It's really not a show-off thing, but you have to answer the leader's questions. Dong Xuebin smiled bitterly and said hypocritically: "I haven't found it yet. I want to do the job at hand first. I'm not in a hurry about the target.
.” It’s strange that he’s not in a hurry!
After turning the corner and exiting the gray building, Li Qing chuckled and said, "I have to criticize you for this."
Dong Xuebin laughed sarcastically.
"Work is work, and you can't let this delay you in talking to someone." Li Qing felt a little guilty for wrongly blaming Dong Xuebin just now, so he kindly reminded: "You are too young now, and you are so eye-catching as the deputy director of the General Affairs Office.
position, do you know how many people are chewing your tongue behind your back and are not convinced? I know you are capable, but age is there after all, right? So, when you meet a suitable person, you should find a partner first, and get married as soon as possible
The problem is solved, don’t delay.”
"……marry?"
The canteen has arrived, Li Qing smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "You can think about it yourself."
Li Qing didn't remind, Dong Xuebin really didn't think about this. Indeed, if he gets married and has a family, he will definitely give others a more mature impression than he does now, which can slightly make up for the negative impact of being too young.
, it will also be of great benefit to his next promotion, but Dong Xuebin doesn’t know whether to cry or laugh. That’s what he said, and the reason is, but...where will he get married? Who will he marry?
Are you going to get married? When thinking about the person he wanted to marry, strangely enough, two people's faces popped up in Dong Xuebin's mind. One of them was undoubtedly Qu Yunxuan, and the other... was actually the person he was walking with on the road that day.
The hostess who used her back to catch the thief and snatched back the wallet, the woman who said she would call to treat her to dinner later but never did, the woman with stunning looks and a very elegant temperament!
I'm so confused, why did I think of her?
Dong Xuebin shook his head vigorously and shook the woman's face out of his mind. If he hadn't called him for so long, he must have forgotten her. He probably wouldn't have a chance to see her again in the future. So, Dong Xuebin came again.
Once I had a bad idea about Qu Yunxuan. If I could fall in love with Aunt Xuan, that would obviously be the best ending. Alas, it’s a pity that I still don’t understand what Aunt Xuan is thinking. Damn it, don’t care, let’s make money first
As long as one million is enough to open a company for Aunt Xuan, during this period I will think of ways to pursue her, and use a two-pronged approach to win over Aunt Xuan within two months!
Yes! Make money first! Not only for Aunt Xuan, but also for Dong Xuebin himself, he has to find ways to make more money!
Buying a car, giving gifts, buying a house, getting married, anything that doesn't require money?
Making money and chasing women must be treated as political tasks!
Early next morning.
The air was dry and cold, and the withered yellow leaves made a crunching sound under my feet.
Dong Xuebin, who was wearing a jacket, got off the bus with his collar covered, and went to work to report first. At about ten o'clock, he walked out of Xu Yan's office with a stack of documents and a digital camera, and went to Li Qing's office.
I reported it over there and went to the General Office to give instructions before leaving the branch and taking a car to You'anmen.
The "guest house" of the west city branch is here. I heard that the surrounding bungalows and many buildings will be demolished. It is difficult for the "guest house" responsible for receiving intelligence personnel traveling from various places to be stationed here. After discussion and voting by the bureau party committee, it was decided
Director Xu is responsible for first writing a plan and reporting the situation around the "guest house" and pictures and other information to the municipal bureau in detail. If the municipal bureau approves it, the bureau can start to move the "guest house". And Dong Xuebin today
My job is to write reports.
Following the moat to the west, Dong Xuebin arrived at his destination.
Ping in ping -pong, Ding Ding Ding, tobacco and dust are scattered, and more than a dozen migrant workers are dismantling houses.
Dong Xuebin was choked and coughed a few times. He pinched his nose and avoided the area. He first went to the alley at the back. After looking around, he took out a pen and paper from his bag and briefly recorded the surrounding environment.
The camera took a few photos. There were still a few nail households in the alley that had not been moved. Three old men and an old lady were chattering outside a courtyard. They were stunned when they saw Dong Xuebin taking pictures there.
, all gathered around.
"Young man, are you a reporter?" The old lady looked at his camera.
One of the old men was a little excited, "Comrade reporters, you must report on them. These demolition guys are so stupid. They even threw bricks at our house at night, smashed the glass, broke the door, and even threatened us."
We said that if we don’t move away, then whatever happens, is this...is there any royal law?”
Dong Xuebin closed the book in confusion, "Old man, I'm sorry, I'm not a reporter."
The old man asked suspiciously: "Then what are you taking pictures of here?"
Dong Xuebin said: "I am a painter. I will take some photos of the courtyard house to facilitate my painting."
When several people heard this, they all went back disappointed.
Dong Xuebin shook his head with a smile and continued to record while walking around. Because what he was writing now was not a formal draft, Dong Xuebin was not so focused on refining the language. He separated a part of his mind to finish the work as soon as possible and go to Panjiayuan or Shili.
He went to antique shops to see if there was any opportunity for him to find something missing. Now he has assets worth hundreds and thousands of dollars, but he is still far from his goal of one million.
At noon, Dong Xuebin asked for a bowl of braised pork from the alley opposite Hongqi University.
When I go to Panjiayuan later, should I find an expert to follow him and use his back to buy whatever the expert buys? Hey, but experts don’t seem to be that easy to meet. Besides, experts buy.
The things you buy may not be genuine, and they may not be picked up. This... is not feasible? What should I do? Bet on walnuts again? But something as good as last time will definitely not happen. If you just wait,
Isn't it a bit wasteful to let someone open a green leather and then use the back to "rob" the other person's? Even if you use two backs to gamble on a pair of 45mm dwarf lion heads and sell them for thousands of dollars, you have to gamble up to one million...
...How many days will it take? And in this season, there is no longer any money to bet on green leather, so we have to wait until next year!
The more Dong Xuebin thought about it, the more headache he got. It seemed that even with his back, it would be difficult to make money!
Returning to the dilapidated bungalow area, looking at the dead branches and leaves in a half-collapsed courtyard house, Dong Xuebin racked his brains to make money while subconsciously taking photos. Where could he pick up the missing ones? He didn't expect it.
Picking up a Yuan blue and white or a Xuande incense burner or something like that, he would be satisfied as long as he gives Dong Xuebin a private kiln worth 100,000 yuan! Alas, alas, folk kilns, calligraphy and painting, where are you?
Just when Dong Xuebin was worried about how to make his next money, a voice suddenly sounded from behind.
"Hey! What are you doing?" Looking back, he saw a middle-aged man with dirt on his body.
Dong Xuebin paused with the camera in his hand and frowned: "What's wrong?"
"What did you say? Stop shooting, stop shooting!"
"If I take a picture of mine, what will it do to you?"
Behind the middle-aged man were several migrant workers who were prying out the floor tiles in the yard. Judging from his temperament, he was probably a foreman or other related staff. The middle-aged man walked up and reached out to grab Dong Xuebin's camera, "This is ours.
"Dear, did you get our permission to take the photo?" He regarded Dong Xuebin as a reporter, because someone from above had told him, so the middle-aged man had a very tough attitude, for fear that a reporter would report some negative news.
Dong Xuebin hid his hand and said solemnly: "This is the country's land. When did it become your land?"
The middle-aged man's eyes were ruthless, "What nonsense are you talking about! Give me the camera!"
"Let me tell you clearly first, I am not a reporter. I am taking pictures to take photos and draw pictures when I go back." After Dong Xuebin twisted with him a few times, he quickly put away the camera, stared into his eyes with a cold face and said, "Nothing.
Stealing things without asking? Are you a robber? I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you! Where is your person in charge? Call him!" Dong Xuebin was used to ordering people around in the past two days, so he said this very smoothly.
The middle-aged foreman suddenly laughed, "Oh, you have such a bad tone, aren't you? Looking for the leader? I am the leader!" As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward to grab Dong Xuebin's bag, "Say it again! Bring me the camera.
!”
"You're not done yet, are you?"
At this moment, several migrant workers behind the collapsed wall and piles of rotten bricks and rubble suddenly screamed in surprise. One man dropped his shovel and squatted on the ground, digging something with his hands, and then another one was almost buried.
The wooden cover, which was badly corroded, was lifted to the ground.
The middle-aged foreman was stunned, "What's going on?"
A migrant worker with a northern accent said loudly: "It's a box. It was just dug out and buried under a big brick. There seems to be a treasure inside!"
The middle-aged foreman didn't react for a moment, "...Baby!?"
Dong Xuebin was stunned for a moment, stretched his neck and looked around, but couldn't see clearly.
Another migrant worker with a Northeastern accent lay there and said, "There is a big iron box in the box. I don't know what's in it!"
Box? Iron box?
The middle-aged foreman perked up. Having been in this business for so many years, he certainly knew that there might be some old objects buried in the soil. This was not a strange thing. For example, the year before last, he led people to do engineering work on Changchun Street.
Two jade pendants were dug out from the ground of a household and sold for a lot of money. Thinking of this, the middle-aged foreman was in a good mood, haha, now he could make some extra money, so he turned to look at Dong Xuebin fiercely,
She stopped grabbing his camera and pushed him like a fly, "Okay, okay! Let's go, let's go!"
Do you want me to leave now?
What a beautiful thought you have!
Seeing the big box, Dong Xuebin's eyes lit up, "...back!!"