Chapter 2 Purple Mo Hongchen (2)

The leader didn't know that my chest was turbulent, and thought I had a clear mind. "Okay." The leader said, "You are too tired to contract one cotton area this year. Besides, the superiors promise not to issue white papers this year, so the work will definitely end sooner." I am very angry. I said, "I said I was sick. It's true, and I will send it to the hospital to prove it." The leader turned back from the door again and looked at me. The leader said: "Do you have to go to Beijing?" Of course I don't have to go to Beijing.It's not true that I haven't been to Beijing.But now that Beijing has been used as a lever, I have no choice but to carry it to the end.

I still rested my chin and looked into the air, expressing my acquiescence. The leader didn't speak for a long time, and after a long time, he talked. "I'll give you the compensatory leave for this summer right now. Three months and twelve days. I'll reward you with another eight days of rest. A total of twenty days. Twenty days' wages, bonuses, missed meals, book reports and fees will all be issued. Go to Beijing to play. " I said, "What about the travel expenses?" "Of course at your own expense." I was extremely wronged and said, "At your own expense?"

The leader is more wronged than me.He said, "Huh——" the leader moved a chair and sat down heavily, placed the document in front of him, and placed the teacup in the upper right corner of the document. He rubbed his temples with one hand and signaled me to sit down with the other. I sat across from our leader with a deep groove on my cheek.As we just sat and didn't talk, time ticked back quickly.Ten years ago, I went to work on my first day after graduating from university. The leader came to talk to me, and we just sat in this conference room.That day I was wearing the most fashionable straight-leg trousers at that time, and the seams of the trousers were pressed as sharp as a knife's edge.I cut my student's head, my eyes are crystal clear, and I have not been contaminated by the dust of the past ten years.While handing in the grade book, I also shyly submitted an application for joining the party.The red eyebrows ten years ago made our leaders smile.

I pulled a newspaper, read it carefully, and read it aloud to block the emergence of history.Nostalgia is always a toxic emotion.It serves no purpose other than escapism from reality.Good things belong to the past.Now do what you have to do. The leader gave a "cough" regretfully.As an elder with rich experience in life, he felt sadly that the lesbian Mei Hong had lost her simplicity in the way she grew up and could not get it back. Suddenly, there was a "stinging" sound of cooking in an oil pan in the distance, and then the aroma of fried pork with chili flooded into the windows of our office.This scent immediately mobilized our associations: a smoky oily wok, in which the sharp and red dried peppers produced in Henan were stir-fried.Deep red sauce, green scallions and yellow ginger, poured into pink tender shredded pork and black pepper.Under the sudden attack of spicy aroma and colorful associations, I sneezed.Our leader also sneezed.There were calls in the corridor and other offices.Some people slapped loudly and happily cursed a Wuhan swear word to express their feelings.The leader and I looked at the quartz clock hanging on the wall at the same time.It's half past eleven.One morning passed.With another "stab" sound, the smell of garlic hits the nose.This time it must be frying garlic sprouts, seasonal vegetables.Our leader was about to sneeze again, and after a lot of tongue-twisting, he couldn't get out.I couldn't bear to watch the leader lose self-control but couldn't help laughing.The leader uttered annoyedly at Xiang Xiang: "Bitch!"

I laugh out loud. Downstairs where we lived was originally a lush green lawn.Last year, shortly after Comrade Deng Xiaoping gave a speech on his southern tour, the lawn was paved overnight with cinders and turned into a row of simple facades, which were rented out to self-employed people to open small restaurants.Since then, the cooking fume from the small restaurant has corroded our office building as well as the sound of delicious dishes.Everyone often sneezed one after another, talked about eating, drinking and having fun, and often used the income of the restaurant owner to make fun of the first-level engineers in my institute.Our leader visited many relevant departments for the small restaurant, and our leader said to other leaders: We cannot simply understand Comrade Deng Xiaoping's southern tour speech.In-depth reform and opening up is by no means all people doing business.It is inappropriate to open restaurants all over the downstairs of a scientific research unit.Chinese people like to rush into everything they do.It's not good to rush.The experience of history is worth noting.However, no one listens to what our leaders say from the bottom of their hearts.As a result, our leaders hated the smell of small restaurants, and they even used Wuhan swear words.

Under this situation, it is impossible for the leader and I to show our faces. The leader unscrewed the teacup, drank the tea in one gulp, spit out the tea dregs, and said, "Then again, compared to some phenomena in today's society, your request is not too much. The model worker is still rejuvenating the country." Pay for medical treatment." I looked at the leader frankly. The leader said: "Brows are so red, you should prepare for your recent business trip to Beijing." I suddenly felt self-conscious. "Brown red, you can't be sick this summer."

I quickly said, "Of course." The leader's eyes went out like a light switch being pulled.With a tired look on his face, he picked up his teacup and walked out with the documents, saying as he walked, "That's it." The back of our leader's head is covered with gray hair.I remember that ten years ago he had a black and shiny back head. A week passed.Nothing happened.Another week passed.Still nothing.I met the leader in the yard on the corridor, and the leader nodded to me with his common smile in public, as if there was no contract between us. I think that more than half a month is generally not considered recent.

I was secretly angry when I suddenly heard the leader lightly announce a decision about me at the political study meeting of the institute.Mei Hong, a young female engineer of our institute, will lend her to work for a certain company in this system for one month, and the company will pay 200% of Mei Hong's wages for my labor service fee. I was baffled, my head turned left and right.Said: "I don't even talk to someone first." The crowd rejoiced.Reach out and touch my head.Said: "Little poor, honest, I don't know if I was sold for money." After the meeting was over, I was taken directly downstairs to the garage by Director Guo of the office, and got into a Santana I had just bought.

I asked loudly again: "What's going on?" Director Guo smiled tolerantly.After the car started, he said: "It's very simple. You have been borrowed. This company will send you to Beijing on a business trip to appraise the grade of a batch of imported cotton. The working time is a week at most, but you can stay in Beijing for half an hour." About a month." I see.But he still didn't believe it and said, "The accommodation, transportation and travel expenses are all borne by them?" Director Guo nodded calmly. I said, "What's going on? I don't believe there is such a stupid company in the world."

Director Guo looked at me as if he didn't know me.Director Guo tapped the driver on the shoulder and asked him to play music.Everyone in our institute knows that Director Guo graduated from the Conservatory of Music in his early years.The driver played Clayderman's piano music.It is said that some naughty drivers played popular songs, but when the new car arrived, Director Guo did not assign the new car to the individual driver. Amidst the tinkling piano, Director Guo whispered to the side of my head. "What kind of stupid company? They rely on us. How many preferential policies have we provided them with a license to do business in our name? We have a guy who wants to live in Beijing for a few days, can they help?"

I said, "Isn't it enough to ask them to pay a sponsorship fee? And send me out for real." Director Guo said: "Why are you a little unclear! The leader has to consider all aspects. Remember, you have to keep your mouth shut when you come back from Beijing. You are on a business trip to work. Remember?" I said: "Remember."