The Pentium Era - South to North

Xiao Zhao changed night shift the next day, so she could stay at home all day. When Zhang Chen got up, she continued to sleep on the bed. Zhang Chen opened the door and exclaimed.

"What's wrong, dear?" Xiao Zhao raised his head from the bed and asked.

Zhang Chen opened the door completely. Xiao Zhao also exclaimed and sat up on the bed. From the open door, she saw that the outside was already a world covered in silver. The roofs and vegetable fields far and near were all covered with snow. There is a thick layer of snow, and the chimneys of the brick and tile factory in the distance are slowly spitting out black smoke, like a crack in the sky, or frozen by the snow.

When Zhang Chen came downstairs to wash his face, Xiao Zhao also got up. He was wearing a military coat and standing in the corridor outside. Zhang Chen asked curiously: "What are you doing up?"

"I want to go play in the snow."

Zhang Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He coaxed her into bed and told her to sleep a little longer and wait until she woke up. The snow would not escape and it would not be too late to play in the afternoon.

The water in the hot water bottle was boiled. Zhang Chen put his hand into the quilt under Xiao Zhao's heels, took out the hot water bottle, poured out the cold water inside, filled it with hot water, stuffed it back into the quilt, and then Put a military coat on the quilt behind your feet so that there is no air leakage, and put another coat on Xiao Zhao's body.

"Thank you dear."

Xiao Zhao's head was exposed outside the quilt, watching Zhang Chen doing all this, laughing.

Zhang Chen kissed her and went out. Xiao Zhao called from behind: "Be careful on the road."

Zhang Chen said yes.

The road was slippery due to heavy snow. Zhang Chen saw people constantly falling in front of and behind him along the way, especially when he was getting off the Qingtai Overpass. Although everyone was very careful, some women even got out of the car and pushed the car, but the snow on the bridge was still there. After being run over by a person and a car, the ice was now frozen and still too slippery. Zhang Chen saw a woman in front of her, and her foot slipped while she was walking, causing her and the car to fall together.

Fortunately, Zhang Chen was on guard. While turning the bike, he tiptoed on the ground a few times and avoided her. However, there were two or three people behind him. He couldn't stop the car and bumped into her. Zhang Chen heard When there was a burst of crying for mom and dad behind him, he didn't dare to look back, nor did he dare to squeeze the car brake to death, and continued to slide towards the bridge.

Arriving at the intersection of Qingtai Street and Huancheng East Road under the bridge, Zhang Chen looked at his watch while waiting for the red light and cursed secretly.

The snowflakes last night were sparse and melted when they fell to the ground. I didn't expect that there would be such a thick layer of snow on the ground overnight. I got up too late. This stretch of the road alone took twice as long as usual. , it is already 8:15.

Zhang Chen was secretly anxious. He had finished thinking about it. He was late on the first day of work today. Not only would it have a bad impact, but would the 20 yuan perfect attendance bonus also be wasted?

As soon as the red light turned green, Zhang Chen rode out without caring whether the road was slippery or not.

Fortunately, the roads in the urban area were crushed by many cars. In addition, it was spring snow. The snow fell to the ground and the knot was not strong. The black concrete pavement was exposed near the middle of the road.

There were not many cars on the road. Some people simply left the bicycle lane and rode to the car lane in the middle of the road. Zhang Chen followed and turned up.

Zhang Chen rode to the yard of the Planning Bureau and parked his car in the carport. The carport was empty. Zhang Chen looked at his watch while running. It was already half past eight.

Zhang Chen ran to the door of the company, but was surprised. He saw that the company didn't even open the door, let alone anyone.

Could it be that I misheard that Manager Song said it was this morning or that today was a day off? No, today is obviously Friday.

There was snow in his shoes, which made him feel uncomfortable with the cold and wet. Zhang Chen kept stamping his feet in the hall, rubbing his hands together, and looking out at the yard, he saw a few people coming from outside the gate. When I came in and walked to the planning bureau building, I realized that it was not that I had remembered wrongly, but that I had come early, or more precisely, that other people were late.

The people in the Planning Bureau are more formal, and someone has already arrived. This building is in another world, so it will be later.

Zhang Chen waited in the foyer for more than ten minutes before he saw the little girl walking in from the door holding an umbrella. When she saw Zhang Chen, the little girl asked, so early?

"Yeah, I'll wait for the chicken feathers." Zhang Chen told her.

"Him? Well, with the weather like today, you have to wait patiently."

The little girl opened the door and said to herself: "In this damn weather, we can't even ride in a car. If we have to squeeze into the bus, the bus will be packed into a big pie."

Zhang Chen couldn't help but smile when he heard her metaphor. He followed the little girl in, and the little girl continued walking inside. Zhang Chen walked to the sofa and just sat down when he heard a scratching sound in the office. , Zhang Chen stood up and took a look, and saw the little girl holding an iron pot with her feet, with half ashes in the pot, coming over here.

Zhang Chen hurried over, bent down to pick up the pot, and asked, where to take it?

"Light the fire in the hall," said the little girl.

Zhang Chen took the pot and put it in the hall. When he turned around, he saw the little girl cheering again and pushing a wooden packaging box with her feet. He hurried over and saw that there was a newspaper padded in the packaging box. It was filled with steel charcoal. Zhang Chen picked it up and carried it to the foyer.

The little girl picked up a newspaper folder on the newspaper rack next to the sofa, followed it out, and asked Zhang Chen if he had a lighter?

Zhang Chen said yes. The little girl pulled a piece of "Zhejiang Daily" from the newspaper folder, crumpled it into a loose ball, threw it into the pot, and told Zhang Chen to light it.

Zhang Chen first placed a few steel charcoal sticks on the pile of newspapers, and then used a lighter to light the newspapers below. The little girl had already taken off the stack of newspapers from the newspaper folder, folded them in half again, and used them as a fan. Puff, puff, puff. Fanning the ground, after a while, the steel charcoal burst into flames. Zhang Chen quickly took a few more steel charcoal and pressed it on.

Zhang Chen walked to the yard, grabbed a handful of snow, and wiped the charcoal ash off his hands. When he walked back to the hall, the little girl was already warming herself by the fire with her hands spread out.

Two people came in from outside the door. When they saw the fire, they didn't say hello to them. They squeezed to the side, stretched out their hands to grill for a while, and then went upstairs.

The little girl looked at their backs, curled her lips, and said to Zhang Chen, "Huh, move inside and don't let them bake!"

The tone of her words was a bit angry. Zhang Chen understood that he was not a second-class citizen, but a third-class citizen. To those people upstairs, although the company downstairs was generating income for them, the people downstairs were Second-class citizens, temporary workers like Zhang Chen, who are second-class citizens, can only be demoted to another level.

Zhang Chen just finished thinking and thought again, where are the third-class citizens? The people in this courtyard and that building are cadres. Compared with the business establishment in this building, they are first-class citizens. Well, I will lower myself to another class. Became a fourth-class citizen.

Zhang Chen tore a newspaper in half, folded it, and placed it on both ends of the pot to prevent it from burning his hands. Then he picked up the pot, returned to the company, and placed the pot on the sofa. The two of them were on the L-shaped sofa. Sit at a right angle and warm yourself over the fire.

The little girl's name was Zhong Yaqiong, and she was the company's cashier. After feeling a little familiar, Zhang Chen asked Zhong Yaqiong, what was so special about the Baoshi Mountain project?

Zhong Yaqiong looked at him and told him that projects are not special, people are.

"How to say?"

"That Taiwanese boss is very troublesome and has many demands."

"It's normal for Party A to have many demands."

Zhong Yaqiong sneered: "Then if Party A demands too much and meets a very cool designer and just ignores him, do you think it's troublesome? No one can handle that construction site. Several people have been replaced. Be careful." .”

"Why are the chicken feathers so pulled?"

"Because he is a chicken!"

"How to say?"

"Everyone else in this company was transferred down from the building unwillingly, including the manager. He was the only one who came down at his own request."

"Why?"

"He feels free here. Besides, if he wants to go up, he can go up at any time."

"Why?"

"Because he is a chicken!"

Zhang Chen was still puzzled and asked: "Why?"

"Are you a hundred thousand whys?" Zhong Yaqiong said. After saying this, she and Zhang Chen both laughed.

"His father is the deputy director in that building and the oldest one." Zhong Yaqiong said, and Zhang Chen understood.

Someone came, and Zhang Chen quickly gave up his seat to him. Zhong Yaqiong told Zhang Chen to bring a stool. Zhang Chen went to get a stool. The three of them sat down and continued to warm themselves by the fire. Then someone else Come, Zhang Chen gave him the stool, took another stool, and they became Tianzi.

People kept coming in, and the words gradually became no longer words, but became a circle of people crowded around each other.

Zhang Chen unknowingly retreated outside this circle.