The Pentium Era - South to North

At eleven o'clock, Zhang Chen was about to leave. Xiaomi said, should we have lunch before leaving?

Zhang Chen can't say it. I went to Songjiang to eat. The food in our logistics base is a little better than the one in Jinmao Tower.

Xiaomi said angrily: "Mr. Zhang, you say this every time, and I'm so greedy."

Zhang Chen smiled and said, "You can go and try it."

Xiaomi nodded "Yeah": "Next time I will take everyone in the company to have a look. They are all in the same unit. We have never been to the logistics base."

"Go, you can climb Sheshan Mountain by the way." Zhang Chen said.

Erhuo is still in Chengdu. Zhang Chen and their logistics base in Songjiang are now Erhuo's former subordinates. The loading and unloading team leader, Lao Ren, is in charge. Erhuo promoted him to the general manager of the Shanghai logistics base. Lao Ren's ability is not bad. The disadvantage is that he doesn't have much education, especially he knows nothing about finance. He can't even learn anything. He says he gets a headache when he sees numbers.

In this case, my second-rate wife Xiaojun needs help.

Zhang Chen's logistics base in Shanghai is the first to be expanded among their series of logistics bases this year. The local government has time requirements and must be put into use in October. The second-hand goods themselves are scheduled to move at the end of September. , their base is being built by the construction team sent by Lao Tan, and Lao Tan often comes here.

Xiaojun was in the office. When he saw Zhang Chen come in, he quickly stood up and shouted, "Why is the instructor here?"

Zhang Chen told her that he would come back to Hangzhou from Shanghai to have a look.

"Do you want to go to the new construction site, instructor?" Xiaojun asked, "I'll ask Lao Ren to accompany you."

Zhang Chen said yes, but I haven’t eaten lunch yet.

When Xiaojun heard this, he quickly walked to the door and shouted deep into the corridor: "Old Ren, Old Ren! Mr. Ren!"

Lao Ren came out and grinned when he saw Zhang Chen. Xiaojun said, "The instructor hasn't even eaten lunch. Quickly accompany the instructor to the canteen to eat, and then go to the construction site to have a look."

Lao Ren patted his thighs with both hands, ran over with his body between his hands, and said to Zhang Chen: "Instructor, let's go."

In the entire logistics base in Shanghai, everyone follows the second-guessing, calling Zhang Chen instead of Mr. Zhang, but the instructor. If you say Mr. Zhang, the listeners will be stunned for a moment, which Mr. Zhang? The tenants here, including a lot of Mr. Zhang, talked about the instructor, and everyone knew it immediately.

Lao Ren led Zhang Chen to the canteen. It was past one o'clock. The canteen had just passed the peak dining period. Only about one-third of the people in the restaurant were eating. The chief clerk was squatting at the door of the restaurant, smoking and looking outside. A truck driver was spreading the tarpaulin on the cement floor, neatly packing it and rolling it up.

Seeing them, the division chief immediately stood up and shouted, "Is the instructor here?"

Before Zhang Chen could speak, Lao Ren said for him: "Come on, come on, arrange two dishes quickly."

The Secretary-General said okay and was about to turn around when Zhang Chen stopped him and smoked a cigarette and handed it to him. The Secretary-General wiped his hands on his clothes habitually, said thank you, took the cigarette and clamped it to his ear. , turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

No need to give instructions, he knew what Zhang Chen liked to eat.

Lao Ren accompanied Zhang Chen and sat down at a table. Lao Ren asked, "Do you want something to drink, instructor?"

Zhang Chen said he didn’t want to drink anymore and would go to the construction site to see it later before returning to Hangzhou.

Lao Ren said yes, let's drink some Coke?

Zhang Chen nodded.

Lao Ren walked away. After a while, he went to the canteen and came back with a can of Coke. The waiter was also holding a tray with a bowl of rice and the first dish, tofu rolled in pig's blood. , Zhang Chen was overjoyed when he saw it. This is what he likes to eat, and it needs to be cooked in a big pot to make it particularly delicious.

There are many dishes like this. Stir-frying in a small pot can never be as delicious as stewing or boiling in a big pot, such as Chinese cabbage, such as roasted pork with fried tofu, and this tofu boiled in pig blood.

When Zhang Chen was a child, there was a briquette stove at the entrance of Yongcheng Food Store, with a large pot on it. In the big pot was the tofu rolled in pig blood, steaming, crimson blood, and yellow ginger slices. , snow-white garlic seeds, aged salt-braised tofu, and green garlic sprouts, sizzling from nine or ten o'clock in the morning to noon.

When it’s time to eat lunch, many people will bring bowls to buy, and the price is calculated by the bowl. Big or small bowls are all 20 cents a bowl.

Every time Zhang Chen went shopping, he would find the biggest bowl from the cupboard at home. They called it Haiwan. Each bowl contained one and a half bowls of other bowls.

There are also people who sell vegetables and do business on the street, or people who come to the city for fun. They buy two steamed buns for five cents each at the restaurant next door. They come over and ask for a bowl of pig blood tofu, and they squat on the roadside. He finished his meal happily.

Zhang Chen said to the waiter: "Just bring me a big pot dish like this, not a small stir-fry."

The waiter smiled and said: "I know, instructor, but it's already being fired."

Lao Ren waved his hand to the waiter, meaning that he would come up with anything he said.

While Zhang Chen was eating, Lao Ren was sitting across from him smoking. Zhang Chen asked him, "Don't you want to eat some?"

Lao Ren quickly waved his hand and said, "Everything you swallowed is still in your throat."

After finishing the meal, Zhang Chen wiped his mouth with cutlery paper and said to Lao Ren, it's fun, it's fun, I just like to eat your big pot dishes.

Lao Ren chuckled: "Instructor, you, a big boss, are too careless."

Zhang Chen said: "No, eating what you like is the most important thing. What bothers me the most is socializing. I have to pay attention to how I eat when I eat. I can't eat to my heart's content. There is also the Japanese food, which is very nice to look at. When you put it in your mouth, there aren't many things that suit your appetite, so that's the one who suffers."

The two people stood up and went out while chatting. Without returning to the office, they walked directly to Zhang Chen's car, got in and drove to the construction site.

On the construction site, the land has been leveled, and the foundations of the warehouses have been laid, but the houses have not yet been built. Zhang Chen looked into the distance with his hands on his hips. For the first time, he felt that the eight hundred acres of land were flat. When it was spread out in front of him, it was so big that it could be said that he couldn't even see it at a glance.

Thinking about it, in the future, almost one-tenth of the items consumed every day in Shanghai will be transferred from them. It is not surprising that Zhang Chen felt a little proud. He thought that in the future, whether he went to supermarkets or restaurants in Shanghai, , the food you buy is probably sent out through here.

Zhang Chen feels that for a city, this logistics base is not the lungs as Li Yong said, but the stomach.

The large area he saw before his eyes was the stomach of the entire Shanghai.

"Is there enough time?" Zhang Chen asked Lao Ren.

Lao Ren said yes, as long as it comes to July and August and there are no rainy days that come for a month at a time. If that happens, it will be a bit troublesome. After all, the work here is basically open-air work.

Zhang Chen nodded, yes, even if the warehouse is built, pouring the more than 500,000 square meters of cement floor will take a lot of time.

"How is the current investment situation?" Zhang Chen asked.

"Most of them have already gone out." Lao Ren said, "If we hadn't asked tenants to pay rent in advance, I'm afraid they would have been rented out. But it doesn't matter. It is estimated that when the construction here is completed, there will be almost no empty houses. Now people come to sign every day Contract, compared with a large-scale logistics base like ours in Shanghai, our place has the most convenient transportation."

Zhang Chen said yes.

Zhang Chen thought about it now and felt quite relieved. The plan proposed by Erhuo to require tenants to pay in advance was nothing to him at the time, but now that so much land has been acquired and construction has started together, this is still It really relieved myself a lot of financial pressure.

You must know that express delivery companies like Wu Zhaohui and others follow them in every project and pay five years' rent in advance. This is a large amount of money, and this money can be immediately converted into land transfer fees or project funds.

The two people walked around for more than half an hour under the bright sun, but they only visited half of the construction site. The other places they didn't go were also similar. Zhang Chen said let's go, let's go back.

They drove back to the old logistics base. Zhang Chen went into the office, said hello to Xiaojun, stopped staying, and drove back to Hangzhou.

While still at the construction site, Tan Shuzhen called Zhang Chen and told him that Ding Baigou was accompanying the newly appointed female deputy mayor of Yongcheng in charge of culture, education and health. They had a meeting in Hangzhou and had dinner together in the evening. Zhang Chen Before she could shirk, Tan Shuzhen said:

"Don't lie. The deputy mayor wants to see you. She said that when you were studying, you were in the next class. You are an old classmate. I have already made a reservation to meet you at your hotel."

Zhang Chen was thinking while driving. He remembered all his classmates clearly. Even the faces of the classmates in the school would be remembered by him. Who knows that he is a painter? He has such a memory function.

Zhang Chen thought about the female classmates from Class 1 and Class 3 next to him, but he couldn't think of any face that was worthy of the title of deputy mayor. But it's no wonder, at that time, all of them were The childishness is still there, the deputy mayor must have such an old-fashioned face, how can he be registered?

Zhang Chen shook his head and stopped thinking about it, but he also thought that after joining the Yongcheng Wu Opera Troupe, he would have to deal with Ding Baigou frequently in the future. Whether it was Yongcheng or Hangcheng, when he saw him, he would You have to smile, this is really annoying.

Although Zhang Chen is no longer as disgusted with Ding Baigou as before, and as he gets older, whether he is less sharp or more tactful, his tolerance for people is really much higher.

However, when thinking about it like this, Zhang Chen suddenly felt a little contemptuous of himself. Damn it, to put it bluntly, aren't you bending over for profit? If Ding Baigou hadn't been in charge of the Wu Opera Troupe before or after the restructuring, and the Wu Opera Troupe was now one of his own industries, would you fucking need to flatter Ding Baigou so much?

How sad.

When Zhang Chen thought about this, he felt a little narrow-minded and a little contemptuous of himself. As he thought about it, he suddenly laughed.

Zhang Chen held the steering wheel with one hand and picked up the phone with the other. He found Lao Yang's number and dialed it.

"Hey, Boss Zhang, what are your orders?" Lao Yang shouted.

"Invite you to dinner." Zhang Chen said.

"Okay, where?"

"Six-thirty, Tuxiangyuan, box three."

"Okay, I promise to be there on time." Lao Yang said, "By the way, who else is there?"

"Me, you, Tan Shuzhen, and your old friends."

"who?"

"Ding Baigou and Yongcheng are now the deputy mayors in charge of culture, education and health."

"Holy shit, they're here, why don't I go fuck them over!" Lao Yang shouted.

Zhang Chen cut off the phone and laughed. Yes, I asked you to do it just because I asked you to fuck them over. Lao Yang and Ding Baigou are their sworn enemies, especially Lao Yang now that he is far away from Yongcheng and working under Taiwanese boss Lin Shuwan. When it comes to work, neither Ding Baigou nor anyone from Yongcheng can control him. When he comes, he will definitely let out a bad breath.

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