Chapter 22 This time, I really appreciate you "Uncle Zhou, take care!" "Okay, okay, see you later! Wait for my news!" The meal lasted nearly two hours, and the cost of the meal and wine was nearly four hundred yuan. Zhou Defa drank very happily. When the car came back, it drove directly to the small courtyard behind the three-story building of their branch. He went upstairs with a rosy face. Only after watching him disappear at the entrance of the corridor did Cao Yukun take out a cigarette and light it. In less than two minutes, Huang Jiaying, who had returned to the counter to check in, ran out again. "Alright, kid! Not bad, not bad!" He smiled brightly, "I thought it was good enough that you could treat him to a meal properly, but I didn't expect you to be so talkative! I see you call me uncle very fluently!" As she spoke, she turned her head to glance in the direction of the third floor and lowered her voice, "Now you can finally make the old man feel comfortable!" Cao Yukun grinned, "It's only true when you feel comfortable drinking it!" Accompanying clients, this kind of thing, who hasn’t experienced it if you have a few years of work experience? In fact, Cao Yukun was not used to this during his first few years in the workplace. This was not included in what his father taught him since childhood to study hard and work diligently. However, the reason why the soy sauce jar is called a soy sauce jar is because it doesn’t matter whether you throw radishes or cabbages in it, everything that comes out will taste the same! After working for a few years, I have learned everything! Huang Jiaying's face was flushed with excitement. "The 900,000 he promised you should be reliable, because it is very accurate. You don't need to go to the county bank's office meeting, and your information is very solid. As long as our branch reports it, the branch won't easily block it!" At this point, she patted Cao Yukun on the shoulder, as if to say, "I really appreciate you this time." "Not bad, young man! This time I have exceeded my target, and I will get a bonus at the end of the year!" Cao Yukun laughed, "That's it? You sent him away just by saying he was a good young man?"
Huang Jiaying looked over in surprise, "What else?" Cao Yukun held a cigarette in his mouth and said, "Why don't you treat Jiapeng and I to a meal tonight to celebrate?" Huang Jiaying laughed, as if she subconsciously wanted to make a sarcastic remark, but after thinking about it, she said, "Let's do it another day. Forget about today. I just ate too much and I don't plan to eat tonight!" Cao Yukun couldn't help but laugh when he heard this. In this era, Maozi is only 106 yuan a bottle, and the most expensive Shimen Zhenjiu from the Shimen Distillery in the county is only 48 yuan a bottle. The prices are just like that, and the meal we just had was at the most expensive restaurant in the city. The meal, including the food and wine, cost nearly yuan. It was really a meal of all kinds of delicacies from land and sea, and it was definitely a great meal. When the food was first served, Huang Jiaying was willing to help with the preparations, but soon, she seemed to realize that she was performing unexpectedly well, so she just focused on eating. "Well, you owe me!" Cao Yukun threw away his cigarette butt, stomped it out, turned and walked towards the van, "Let's go!" Huang Jiaying quickly chased after him and grabbed Cao Yukun in front of the car. She looked around and saw that there was no one around. She lowered her voice and asked again, "Hey, how did you buy the Shimen Beverage Factory? Where did you get so much money? It was said to be two or three million!" "Ha! Don't worry about that. You just need to know that what you see is the truth!" After staring at him for a while, Huang Jiaying knew that it was impossible for her to get the truth out of him, so she made a "tsk" sound and shook off Cao Yukun's arm, "Forget it if you don't want to tell me!" She was about to leave angrily, but then stopped and said, "Tomorrow night, both of you come to my dormitory and I'll make dumplings for you!" "Just making some dumplings? That's it?" "Tsk! Love or not!" ………… The next evening, Cao Yukun actually went to Huang Jiaying's dormitory to eat dumplings. She had been having conflicts with her family since around October and moved out. The original owner had helped out with the labor during the move, but this was the first time she came to eat with them. Before going to the door, I went to pick out expensive ones and bought several kilograms of apples, then carried them to the door. The ICBC dormitory is an old-style five-story tube building, located just behind the nine-story building of the county bank headquarters. Although the building is old-style, it was not built very early. It was built together with the ICBC building in the mid-1980s. The exterior walls even used a paint that was relatively rare in that era.
So it is immediately distinguished from those old buildings with red brick walls. The inside is also well maintained. Huang Jiaying's dormitory was on the third floor. After driving the car directly downstairs, Cao Yukun carried his things upstairs. As soon as he entered the corridor, he felt a lot warmer than outside. Because there is a coal stove at the door of almost every door. Looking at both ends of the corridor, almost all of them are iron chimneys hanging from the ceiling leading to windows. Cut a round hole in the glass so the smoke can go outside. Of course, the smell of cooking fumes is lingering and can be smelled as soon as you enter the building. Especially at this time, in the evening, many people are cooking, and the smell of cooking fumes is even stronger. And… well, the people in this building usually have a pretty good life! I can clearly smell the smell of fried meat! These days, it's normal for those who are paid by the government to not have their wages paid. Before the original owner was fired for beating someone, he worked in the county government's small motorcade for about four months, and he only received one month's salary. But bank employees are not among them. That's why Huang Jiaying had the confidence to fall out with her family. Accompanied by the sizzling sound of cooking along the way, Cao Yukun went to the third floor and knocked on the door. Huang Jiaying and her colleagues got off work at 5:30 in the afternoon. Cao Yukun did not come earlier and arrived just after 6 o'clock. But when he knocked on the door, he found that Huang Jiapeng had not come yet! "Come on, come in and wait for a while! He should be here soon!" Huang Jiaying made way for him at the door, and Cao Yukun came in carrying the apples and handed them to her. She was pleasantly surprised, "Oh, you know this. You know to bring some food when you go to someone's house for dinner. You're better than Jiapeng!" It was unclear whether this was a compliment or an insult, Cao Yukun just laughed. Once we got into the house, we felt even warmer. In terms of absolute temperature, the winter in the south of the Yangtze River is not that cold, but it is really cold, the kind of damp cold that penetrates into the bone marrow. Everyone burns stoves in the corridors, which may not raise the temperature too much, but it is less humid, so people feel much more comfortable. Her room was about twelve or thirteen square meters. There was a large second-hand wardrobe at the door that she had bought herself. Her tweed coat and scarf were hung on the clothes rack next to the wardrobe. Her bed was next to the diagonal window, and next to it was a small desk about one meter and two meters long. On the desk were several piles of various books piled against the windowsill. There was also a book upside down on the table, which looked like an English book. There is a small tape recorder in the corner of the table. The house is quite narrow, and the bed and desk basically take up the space by the window. Opposite the big wardrobe there was another very small table, on which were placed her chopping board and oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. There wasn't even any room for people to stand in the whole room. She was mixing dumpling stuffing, and there was nothing for Cao Yukun to help with, so he sat down on her bed. "By the way, get out of here and smoke!" "Hey, okay." Cao Yukun agreed, glanced around the room a few more times, and then retracted his gaze, but subconsciously looked at Huang Jiaying again. At this moment, she was half squatting, and her tight sweater was wrapped around her slender waist, but it couldn't hold up the natural fall of her chest. So when Cao Yukun turned his head to look at her, he just happened to see the graceful side curve and the round and full arc like a water droplet. But the next moment, she stood up, busying herself with work skillfully while talking to Cao Yukun, "I just went to buy meat after work... Do you know how much pork costs per pound?" "How much?" "One dollar and forty-five cents!"
"Oh... the price has increased again?" "It's gone up by five cents! I heard that it's gone up by fifteen cents compared to the beginning of this spring! It's horribly expensive!" "Oh! That's a lot of increase!" "Oh, by the way, the news that you bought the beverage factory has spread today, and people are saying all kinds of things..." While she was talking, she suddenly turned her head and looked at me, "I heard that the last time you went to jail, it was Song Hongxing who found a way to get you out, and now he's selling the factory to you... Did you find someone to be your son-in-law?" (End of this chapter)