It was late at night, and the cold wind was whizzing.
The supermarket store opposite the CCB Family Courtyard has closed, and now there are only a handful of businesses that can be open until nine o'clock in the evening. It's just that one day's hot business made the shop assistants very excited, and four or five people were chattering and laughing.
Zhou Qingfeng originally expected to recruit more than one hundred people to complete the garbage collection and be satisfied. But He Yulan is more radical than him. More than 500 people have been employed under the system of'Harmony', and dozens of cadres have been supported by the system of'Holy Light' to support it.
To complete so much work in a month and a half, the management is rather crude, and it is entirely done by money. Zhou Qingfeng spent one third of the initial one million fund, and it cost a lot of money to hire and build various venues just for personnel recruitment and training.
But all the money paid in the first day of the opening of the supermarket was several times back.
Across the road from the shop, a figure hid in the dark and peered for a long time. After the clerk was picked up by the "Chang'an Star" and returned to the dormitory, he walked out of the shadow of the street trees, took out a small notebook, and recorded the house number and location of the trading company.
This person is probably over forty years old, of medium height, ordinary dressed, and nothing special. But if you look closely at the little book in his hand, there are densely packed records on it, which are basically related to the'Holy Light' system.
After completing the record, the middle-aged man rode a bicycle back to the small hotel in the city where he was staying. The hotel is located in an alley in the old city, shabby, dirty, and cobweb-like wires interspersed back and forth. The hotel proprietress leaned against the greasy front desk, and fell asleep wrapped in a military coat.
"Excuse me, is there any boiling water?" The middle-aged man should have lived in this hotel a long time ago. After he came back, he gently tapped on the front desk to wake up the proprietress.
The lady boss was very unhappy, opened her eyes and cursed in Tianyang dialect, and said: "Five cents a bottle."
The middle-aged man took out a dime paper ticket from his pocket, took the recovered five-cent coin, expressed his gratitude, took a bottle and opened the water tower to his room.
There is a small room behind the front desk. Probably the boss slept in it and asked what was going on outside? The lady boss said in dialect displeased: "It's the outsider on the third floor, who came back in the middle of the night."
The couple who opened the hotel babbled a few words and went on to sleep.
The middle-aged man went upstairs with a boiling water bottle, and when he came to the door of his room, he looked around like a thief. There was only a small yellow light bulb in the corridor, and there was a piss of urine in the corner. Occasionally, I could hear snoring from the next room.
Open the door and there is a single room inside.
The middle-aged man checked the secret notes he had left in the house, hoping to make sure that outsiders had not come in after he left. But..., the suitcase has been turned over, and the two dollars deliberately left in it are gone.
Obviously, it was the hotel owner who came in.
The others are nothing.
The middle-aged man closed the window, tightened the curtains, turned on the light, and sat at the wooden table in the room. He brought all his essential things with him, including record booklets, a mobile phone and several hundred dollars, and a map of Tianyang.
Opening the map, the middle-aged person marked one by one the information he got from walking around during the day. Above, there are the offices of "Shengguang Machinery", new construction sites, trading companies, and even Nantou Township and Mawang Village. Explain that he has been to these places.
Some places that I know but haven't been to are also marked, such as the dock warehouse in Taipingqiao. There was a problem there at first sight, but the middle-aged man did not go rashly, he appeared very careful.
After marking, the middle-aged man took out an enamel bowl from his suitcase, grabbed two pieces of corrugated noodles, poured boiling water, topped with some seasonings, and waited five minutes before eating.
While eating, he suddenly laughed bitterly at himself with a hoarse voice: "That bastard made such a big battle, but I am hiding here. The current society is really deformed."
Self-deprecating belongs to self-deprecating, but middle-aged people don't do much else. He is extremely self-disciplined. After dinner, he checks the room environment, and finally goes to bed to rest. By the next day, he woke up on time at 6:30, set some secret notes, and took the necessary things and went out.
The hotel's front desk had already changed his duty and glanced. The accommodation in this small hotel is not strictly managed, the price is low, and there is no ID card. However, there are still not many guests staying in single rooms. Many travelers live in double or triple rooms, or even Chase.
"Go out?"
"Yes."
Just say hello, the hotel owner knew that the guest had been out the whole day again, and didn't come back until late at night. The other party has been here for three or four days. However, relatives of the owner also opened a hotel, knowing that this person had arrived in Tianyang for at least half a month in casual chatting.
In half a month, this middle-aged person was a single person, changed several residences back and forth, and never stayed in one place for a long time.
Strange people, like spies.
The innkeeper shook his head, not thinking much. There are too many weird people going out these days, all over the place with weird behaviors. Ordinary people can't touch it, but the small hotel is where they meet.
Leaving the hotel, the middle-aged man thought about the investigation in the past half month. He came to a bus station, ready to figure out the operating conditions of Harmony Supermarket. Just behind the platform, I saw a morning stall pulled by a motor tricycle, which opened at half past six.
The middle-aged person leaned in and said, "Master, I'm here very early."
The stall owner was quite old, he laughed, and asked what he wanted, "Soy milk is just ground beans and boiled in the morning, and the fried dough sticks are out of the pot. The steamed buns and steamed buns have to wait a while, and they have not been steamed.
The middle-aged man didn't think much, "I want two steamed buns with soy milk. If it's not steamed, I can wait."
There is no paper cup now, so you either have to bring your own kettle to drink soy milk, or use the iron bowl on the stall. The used bowl is thrown into a special bucket and will not be used again before cleaning.
"You are very particular about business." It will take more than ten minutes to wait for the buns to become familiar. The middle-aged man actually knows some details, but deliberately asks a few words.
The stall owner poured a bowl of soy milk from the heat preservation stove, added a spoonful of sugar, and handed it to the middle-aged man, and said heartily, “It’s true that we are not used to training. But there is no way, the boss just asked for it. No You can’t do this job if you talk about hygiene."
The stall owner wore masks and chef hats, and his aprons were white and clean. The middle-aged man asked: "Your boss is...?"
"Shengguang's Zhou Qingfeng, Mr. Zhou. Who doesn't know him in Tianyang now? He recently got a "harmonious super business" and started it earlier. It is a little bit for what can be said to solve the employment."
Before seven o'clock, not many people travel to work by car. The platform was still empty, and the stall owner opened the chatterbox and took the initiative to chat.
"Don't tell me, we people do need such a job. I am a retired worker in the city, but I also want to live. The factory's efficiency was not good, and the retirement salary was only paid every six months. This month I earn some money to pay for it. Great use."
"It's hard to make breakfast."
"Hi..., we prepared it at the headquarters of the trading company last night. Noodles, oil, coal, all have to be complete. Get up at four in the morning, drive the car at six in the morning, and close the stall at ten in the morning. go back.
Go early and use a tricycle to pull it over. After the stall is unloaded, the tricycle can still go for transportation and continue to earn money. After a month, as long as you don't be lazy, earning two hundred yuan is not a problem. This is higher than my salary in the past. "
With that said, the steamed buns were also slowly cooked.
The middle-aged man took a look at the bun and asked, "Are your buns handmade or machine-wrapped?"
The stall owner seemed to meet a knowledgeable friend, “Now it’s a manual bag, but I will use a machine bag in the future. I heard that Mr. Zhou thinks that the manual is too slow and has asked for some food processing machinery. But how does the machine make buns? It’s really exciting. Won't come out."
The middle-aged man laughed and said: "You Mr. Zhou can really toss."