Siheyuan: I have broken space

The best house in Jichun now is the Russian-style building. Zhou Bingkun searched for a long time before he found a more suitable house.

After simple packing, Zhou Bingkun moved into his new home with Zheng Juan and Zhou's mother.

Over the years, thanks to Zhou Bingkun's maintenance, the relationship between several friends has been pretty good. During this move, two friends, Sun Qunchao and Xiao Guoqing, have been helping.

The house was not tidied up, so Zhou Bingkun took them to a restaurant for lunch at noon.

Xiao Guoqing and Sun Qianchao looked hesitant, and Zhou Bingkun could tell that something was wrong with them.

"We are friends, what are you hiding from me?"

Sun Qianchao said: "We don't have anything else to do. It's not that there are too many people in the family and we can't live in it. Can you let us live in the house in Taiping Hutong and the house in Guangzichi?"

Zhou Bingkun and Xiong'an said: "I thought it was something. I can make the decision now about the house in Taiping Hutong. I need to ask my brother's opinion first about the house in Taiping Hutong, but the problem is not big. You guys

Where do you plan to stay?”

Speaking of which, the conditions of Sun Ganchao's and Xiao Guoqing's families are not good. Although Xiao Guoqing's family has a large number of people, they still have a house. Sun Ganchao's family doesn't even have a house now and has been renting other people's houses.

Xiao Guoqing glanced at Sun Qunchao and said, "Then let Qunchao live in the house in Taiping Hutong. I can wait a little longer."

Sun Qianchao said: "It's better to stay during the National Day. She has too many family members."

"Okay, what are you pushing for? Isn't it just a matter of one moving earlier and the other moving later? If no one lives in the house with the light plate, it will be deserted there. My brother won't care about it.

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"You can discuss it among yourselves. Let's talk about something else."

Xiao Guoqing said directly: "No need to discuss, let Qianchao live in the house in Taiping Hutong."

"Okay, that's settled. How is the lumber factory doing now?"

When it came to this, both of them stopped talking.

Obviously, the efficiency of lumber mills is not that good. Private factories and township factories outside are squeezing the living space of lumber mills. This is the same situation in other industries.

"What else can I do? I can barely get my salary paid."

"Then what are you still doing there? Not to mention the efficiency of the factory, at your age, can you still work there for the rest of your life?"

"Then what can we do? Do we have the ability like you? Apart from putting in more effort, what else can we do?"

"Why don't you come out and come to my place to do it?"

The identity of a worker in a state-owned enterprise is quite important. It can be seen that they are still hesitant.

Among Zhou Bingkun and their friends, only Xiao Guoqing and Sun Qianchao are the least thoughtful. Although they cannot do particularly important things, they can definitely rest assured if ordinary work is left to them.

"What are you still hesitating about? Do you know what the salary level of the workers here is? Let me tell you, the minimum salary for the logistics workers is 80 yuan a month. Look at the waiters who serve the dishes, do you know what their salary is?

Except for a few newcomers who get 100 yuan, most of the others can get more than 150 yuan."

"The waiter who brought us the food just now graduated from high school. She didn't go to college, and she didn't have the chance to work in a factory. She worked for me when the restaurant opened. You should know that her current salary is three dollars a month.

Hundred."

In 1986, the monthly salary of most people in Jichun City was only fifty or sixty yuan. No matter what your education level or status, there was not much difference.

Sun Qianchao and Xiao Guoqing couldn't imagine how Zhou Bingkun could offer them such high wages.

"It's too high. Isn't it just a dish?"

"Is it high? I don't think it is high. My requirement for them is that they can take charge of themselves, and they will be trained as managers of new stores in the future. They have to work during the day and study with teachers from Hong Kong at night."

"I can say that their current management level is much higher than that of the director of your factory."

"You put so much thought into it, why?"

"What else can I do, of course, to open a branch. I plan to wait for the chefs in the back kitchen to be trained, and then open a branch somewhere else."

Speaking of this, Sun Qianchao and Xiao Guoqing didn't quite understand.

"If you are willing, come over and help me, whether it's logistics or security."

Going home in the evening, Zheng Juan asked: "Did they agree?"

"Not yet, I said I want to go home and discuss it. I think we should hire a nanny so that you don't have to work like this all day long."

"It's better not to use it. Mom's condition is unstable, and having outsiders is not good for her."

Zhou's mother was suffering from this illness, and sometimes she was awake and sometimes confused. She was afraid of meeting strangers, and the hospital didn't have any good solutions.

"Okay then. I want to live in a house in Taiping Hutong."

"Let's live there. We can't live in our house anyway. If no one lives in it, the house will be damaged."

"That's what I think too. If I want to live in the house over there during the National Day, I'll tell my brother first."

The next day, Zhou Bingkun went to see Zhou Bingyi.

"Bingkun, it's okay for our old house to be used during the National Day. Dad won't say anything if he finds out. Don't you plan to write to Dad?"

"It's not like I haven't written before. He sent it back intact. You'd better write him a letter and tell him your new address at home. Dad should be retiring soon."

Zhou Bingyi did the math and said, "It should be in the past two years. I should have retired in the first two years, but the leader of their unit persuaded me to work for two more years. If there are no accidents, I should be back in the next two years."

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"Then write him a letter quickly. If you don't receive the letter when you come back and go back to the old house, you will be in trouble."

"Don't you care about how to explain your resignation to dad?"

"How else should I explain? Is my life worse than yours now? I earn more in a day than you earn in a year."

Zhou Bingyi said: "No matter how much you earn, in dad's eyes you are not doing your job properly."

"Aren't you a policy researcher? Tell dad about policy. If you can't even convince dad, it means your job is not up to the mark."

Although Zhou Bingkun and Zhou Bingyi planned to write a letter to Zhou Zhigang, it was still too late. Shortly after the letter was sent, Zhou Zhigang returned to Jichun.

In the end, Xiao Guoqing sent Zhou Zhigang to Zhou Bingkun's current residence.

Zhou Zhigang looked at his two sons in silence, feeling a little confused. It had only been a few years since he came back, and the situation at home had changed drastically.

Look at all these furniture and appliances. This construction worker in New China didn't dare to move around in his own home for fear of breaking something.

"Don't you have anything to say? The whole family is hiding it from me. If I don't come back, you will never tell me."

Zhou Bingyi said: "Dad, we didn't mean that. We were afraid that you wouldn't agree with Bingkun's resignation, so we didn't tell you."

"Why would you resign if you know I don't agree? If you don't want to join the magazine, that's fine. But you should do something honorable."

Zhou Bingkun said: "Why is this disgraceful? If I were in a soy sauce factory, eating would be a problem. Don't you want to get rid of the optical type film? Now, the Zhou family has separated from the optical type film. You don't have to worry about any policy issues, you

This is what the eldest son does, let him explain it to you."

Zhou Bingkun really had to leave first. The leaders of the Provincial Investment Promotion Bureau were going to treat him at his hotel and asked him to take action by name. This was something that had been decided a long time ago.

Zhou Zhigang looked at Zhou Bingkun's back with dissatisfaction.

Zhou Bingyi could only bite the bullet and explain: "Dad, Bingkun really has something to do, so we can't delay it."