Fengcheng old events

Chapter 351 Looking for Uncle

"That's a few days, less than a month, who can want you?"

"You don't need money, can't you? Just have a place to stay and learn something."

"It has to be a big shop. A small shop is probably enough without money. Why don't you eat? Don't you sleep?"

"Let's look for it. I'll go to the Golden Triangle to have a look later. Let's take a look around. I'll deal with it with you for a few days at night."

"That's right, don't hang around here and let the boss see it, it's not like that."

"Okay. You both live here now?"

"Yeah, why don't you live here? Why don't you pay for renting a house?"

Zhang Xinglong turned his head to look at Xiaorong, with such a big physique, he can barely sleep on that small wire bed, right?How do two people sleep?Did not dare to ask.

"Then you rest, I'll go to the Golden Triangle to see." Zhang Xinglong got up and threw a cigarette to Wang Desheng and walked out.

The Golden Triangle is at the corner of Zhonghua Road and Tianjin South Street, next to Taiyuan Street, which is the Taiyuan Street business district.

The Golden Triangle can be considered a big hotel, not low-grade, under the Golden Triangle Building.

At that time, there were not many high-rise buildings around Taiyuan Street. They were all old buildings and a large number of one-story houses. There was no Pizza Hut, Yanggu, Pengda, Parkson and New World. exists.

Old and dirty streets, now the main entrance of the Golden Triangle Hotel was the back entrance of the kitchen, and the main entrance was on Zhonghua Road.

When Zhang Xinglong came here, the helpers in the kitchen gathered at the back door, squatting on the side of the road, smoking and talking.

Zhang Xinglong searched, but he didn't see Xiao Lin Zhiying, but saw other classmates.

With a shout, two classmates walked over with a smile, "Why did you come here?"

"Then who are they?"

"Let's go, go home, now it's just the two of us here, Xiao Gong, three hundred a month for food and housing, they think the money is too little."

"Are you leaving?" Zhang Xinglong was a little disappointed: "Is it okay to do here?"

"Is it okay or not? If you don't know anything, just let it go. Let's just mess around and see if there is a chance in the future. Why are you here?"

"I'm fine. I'll think about it when I get here. Tired of work?"

"It's okay, I feel that the business is average, it seems that the business is not as good as our school's business."

After talking a few gossips, Zhang Xinglong smoked a cigarette for each of them and left without mentioning that he wanted to find work.

I don't know what to think, anyway, I just didn't open my mouth.

I walked to Taiyuan Street without any purpose. At this moment, South Street is not a pedestrian street. It is only in front of Zhongxing Building on Zhonghua Road, and there is a pedestrian bridge in the middle.

Taiyuan Street has already started to be demolished and built, and many places have been surrounded. It was the time when so-and-so became famous, and land mines were thrown at the homes of people who didn't want to move away.

At this time, Taiyuan Street is a commercial block in the first and second grades of the country. The land price per square meter is already tens of thousands of yuan, and the profits in it have attracted countless hungry wolves to rush over to grab food.

But none of this has anything to do with Zhang Xinglong, he's not even sure where he lives.

Going around and looking around, the sky is getting dark.It gets dark early in winter in the Northeast, and it is night at 04:30 and [-]:[-].

As soon as it got dark, the wind became more violent, the temperature dropped, and the street was cleared with a turn of the head, and no one could be seen, only the lights of the small shops on the roadside shone faintly along the windows .

After having dinner in a small shop, Zhang Xinglong came out and stood on the street in a daze, where did he go?
Walking slowly along the road alone, when I looked up, I walked to the train station.

In such a cold day, the square of the train station is full of people coming and going, all kinds of loudspeakers and electronic speakers fluctuate with each other, soliciting people, soliciting customers, small hotel drivers and black car drivers are active in every corner of the square.

The hard-working street girls in the alleys around the square have already gone to work, hoping that today's business can come to the door quickly, and it will be warm and warm, so as not to suffer from freezing on the side of the road.

"Staying in a hotel? Five yuan for a rest, thirty for a night stay, and a little sister, Shui Ling."

"Where are you going? Do you use a car?"

"Twenty hours of hot water, take a bubble bath to get rid of the cold, call a little girl Sai Shenxian, brother?"

Zhang Xinglong ignored these people, so he couldn't talk to them, and once he talked to them, it would be endless.

Walking into the waiting room, it was not too cold inside and there were many people.

I randomly found an empty seat and sat down to light a cigarette. I felt a little uncomfortable, and I couldn't tell why.

He didn't leave after smoking. He tightened his coat and lay down on the stool.

……

In the early morning of the next day, Zhang Xinglong was woken up by the sound of the ticket checking horn at the station.

He sat up and shook his head, moved his stiff body, went to the toilet, washed his face and walked out.

It snowed again last night, and the wind was a lot harder.

Shrinking his neck, he ran to the nearby state-run wonton restaurant and drank a bowl of wontons. Zhang Xinglong was thinking about where to go today.

After thinking about it for a long time, he still has no idea. It's not so easy to find a job these days, and he doesn't have that experience.

Seeing the public telephone booth next to him, Zhang Xinglong suddenly remembered that he still has an uncle in Shenyang.When I was a child, when my mother was sick and hospitalized, I lived in his house, and a young lady took me to make soy sauce.

After thinking for a while, he stood up and walked to the public phone booth, checked his pocket, but there were no coins.

I looked around and saw that there were signs of public phones hanging on the door of many small shops. In this era, public phones are relatively profitable business. As long as the shopkeepers usually put one there, they have to charge money for making calls.

Zhang Xinglong didn't fight near the station, but walked to the Cultural Palace.

It is very easy to be hacked near the station, and there is no place to reason.

I found a small store, went in and called.

He didn't know where his uncle was, but he heard from Liu Guixin that his uncle worked at the Taxi and Car Headquarters in SY City.

Call the number desk, find the number of the taxi company, and then call to find someone.

Although the information is poor and the traffic is poor in this era, there are also advantages. The phone number and address are very accurate. As long as you remember it, you can usually find it. It is not like it became difficult to find someone after the great development of all aspects.

After going around a few times, my uncle's phone was connected.

The key is the status issue. Liu Zhaorui is the deputy manager and chief engineer of the taxi company at the moment. If it is an ordinary employee, it may take a bit of effort. There is no direct phone number.

"Uncle, I'm Liu Guixin's son, Zhang Xinglong. I came to your house when my mother was hospitalized in the medical university."

"Oh, Jin Baoer's child, who are you?"

"Second brother, Er Min, uncle, can you still remember?"

"I have a little impression, you came to Shenyang? Is there something wrong?"

"I'm studying cooking in Shenyang and I'm waiting for the exam. I haven't found a place to stay these days. I slept at the train station last night."

"Ah? Child, you call earlier, where are you now? Come home. "

"Where is your home? I was too young to remember clearly, but I remember that it wasn't far from the Medical University."

"North Fourth Avenue, come here from the post office, it's easy to find." Liu Zhaorui said the building number: "Come here, we have a place at home."

Zhang Xinglong was in a great mood, a ray of sunshine.

Putting down the phone and paying the money, humming a little song all the way to the North Fourth Avenue.

(End of this chapter)