It was almost time for lunch break, so Li Qing asked Dong Xuebin to go to the cafeteria together, "Xuebin, are you dating someone?"
Khan, is this the problem again? Dong Xuebin felt that at least four people had asked him the same thing since he entered the agency. He really didn't want to discuss this topic because he had never had a love experience in more than 20 years of life... This is really not a publicity thing. But you have to answer the leader's questions. Dong Xuebin smiled bitterly and said hypocritically: "I haven't found it yet. I want to do the job at hand first. I am not in a hurry about the target." It's strange that he is not in a hurry.
After turning the corner and exiting the gray building, Li Qing chuckled and said, "I have to criticize you for this."
Dong Xuebin laughed sarcastically.
"Work is work, and you can't let this delay you in talking to someone." Li Qing felt a little guilty for wrongly blaming Dong Xuebin just now, so he kindly reminded: "You are too young now, and you are so eye-catching as the deputy director of the General Affairs Office." position, do you know how many people are chewing your tongue behind your back and are not convinced? I know you are capable, but age is there after all, right? So, when you meet the right person, you should find a partner first and get married as soon as possible. Problem solved, don’t delay.”
"… marry?"
The canteen has arrived, Li Qing smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "You can think about it yourself."
Li Qing didn't remind him, but Dong Xuebin really didn't think about it. Indeed, if you get married and start a family, you will definitely give others a more mature impression than you do now, which can slightly make up for the negative impact of being too young, and will also be of great benefit to your next promotion. However, Dong Xue Bin didn't know whether to cry or laugh. That's what he said, and that's the truth, but... where was he going to get married? Who is he going to marry? When thinking about his ideal marriage partner, strangely enough, two faces popped up in Dong Xuebin's mind. One of them was undoubtedly Qu Yunxuan, and the other... was actually the person he used to BACK to catch a thief on the road that day. The hostess of the wallet she returned was a woman with stunning looks and a very elegant temperament who said she would call to treat her to dinner later but never did.
I'm so confused, why did I think of her
Dong Xuebin shook his head vigorously and shook the woman's face out of his mind. If he hadn't called him for so long, he must have forgotten her. He probably wouldn't have a chance to see her again in the future. So, Dong Xuebin Once, Qu Yunxuan had a bad idea. If I could fall in love with Aunt Xuan, that would obviously be the best ending. Alas, it’s a pity that I still don’t understand what Aunt Xuan is thinking. Damn it, forget it. I’ll first make enough one million to open a wedding for Aunt Xuan. The company will talk about it. During this period, I will try to find ways to pursue her. I will use a two-pronged approach to win over Aunt Xuan within two months.
Make money first, not only for Aunt Xuan, but also for Dong Xuebin himself. He has to find ways to make more money.
Buying a car, giving gifts, buying a house and getting married, what are all the things that don’t require money
Making money and chasing women, these two should be treated as political tasks.
…
Early next morning.
The air was dry and cold, and the yellow leaves crunched under my feet.
Dong Xuebin, who was wearing a jacket, got off the bus with his collar covered, and went to work to report first. At about ten o'clock, he walked out of Xu Yan's office with a stack of documents and a digital camera, and went to Li Qing's office. I reported it over there and went to the General Office to give instructions before leaving the branch and taking a car to You'anmen.
The "guest house" of the West City Branch is here. I heard that the surrounding bungalows and many buildings will be demolished. It is no longer suitable for the "guest house" responsible for receiving intelligence personnel traveling from various places to be stationed here. After discussion and voting by the bureau party committee, it was decided Director Xu will be responsible for writing a plan and reporting the situation and pictures around the "guest house" to the municipal bureau in detail. If the municipal bureau approves it, the bureau can start to move the "guest house". Dong Xuebin's job today is to write reports.
Following the moat to the west, Dong Xuebin arrived at his destination.
Pingbang, Ding Ding Ding, smoke, sand and dust are scattered, and more than a dozen migrant workers are dismantling houses.
Dong Xuebin was choked and coughed a few times. He pinched his nose and avoided the area. He first went to the alley at the back. After looking around, he took out a pen and paper from his bag and briefly recorded the surrounding environment. Camera takes some pictures. There were still a few nail households in the alley that had not been moved out. Three old men and an old lady were chattering outside a courtyard. When they saw Dong Xuebin taking pictures there, several people were stunned and gathered around them.
"Young man, are you a reporter?" The old lady looked at his camera.
One of the old men was a little excited, "Comrade reporters, you must report on them. These demolition guys are so stupid. They even threw bricks at our house at night, smashed the glass, broke the door, and even threatened us." What if we don’t move away? Is there any royal law?”
Dong Xuebin closed the book dumbfounded, "Old man, I'm sorry, I'm not a reporter."
The old man asked suspiciously: "Then what are you taking pictures of here?"
Dong Xuebin said: "I am a painter, so I can take some photos of the courtyard to go back and paint."
When several people heard this, they all went back disappointed.
Dong Xuebin shook his head with a smile and continued to record while walking around. Because what he was writing now was not a formal draft, Dong Xuebin was not so focused on refining the language. He separated a part of his mind to finish the work as soon as possible and go to Panjiayuan or Shili. He went to antique shops to see if there was any opportunity for him to pick up missing items. Now I have assets of hundreds and thousands of yuan, which is still far from my goal of one million yuan.
At noon, Dong Xuebin ordered a bowl of braised pork from the alley opposite Hongqi University.
When I go to Panjiayuan later, should I find an expert to follow him, and use BACK to be the first to buy whatever the expert buys? Hey, but it seems that experts are not so easy to meet. Besides, the things bought by experts may not be genuine, and they may not be missed. This... is not feasible? what is it now? Are you going to bet on walnuts again? But something as good as last time will definitely not happen. If you just wait for others to open Green Skin and then use BACK to "rob" the other party, isn't it a bit wasteful? Even if I bet a pair of 45mm dwarf lion heads with two BACKs and sell them for several thousand dollars, I would have to bet one million... How many days would it take? And in this season, there is no longer anyone betting on green skins, so we have to wait until next year.
The more Dong Xuebin thought about it, the more headache he got. It seemed that even with BACK, it would be difficult to make money.
Returning to the dilapidated bungalow area, looking at the dead branches and leaves in a half-collapsed courtyard house, Dong Xuebin racked his brains to make money while subconsciously taking photos. Where could he pick up the missing ones? He doesn't expect to pick up a Yuan blue and white or Xuande incense burner. He will be satisfied as long as he gives Dong Xuebin a private kiln worth 100,000 yuan. Alas, folk kilns, calligraphy and painting, where are you
Just when Dong Xuebin was worried about how to make his next money, a voice suddenly sounded from behind.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Looking back, he saw a middle-aged man with dirt on his body.
Dong Xuebin paused with the camera in his hand and frowned: "What's wrong?"
"What did you say? Stop filming, stop filming."
"Why is it bothering you if I take a picture of mine?"
Behind the middle-aged man are several migrant workers who are prying out the floor tiles in the courtyard. Judging from his temperament, he is probably a foreman or other related staff. The middle-aged man walked up and reached out to grab Dong Xuebin's camera, "This is our place. Did you get our permission to take pictures?" He thought Dong Xuebin was a reporter, because someone above had told him, so The middle-aged people have a very tough attitude and are afraid that reporters will report any negative news.
Dong Xuebin hid his hand and said solemnly: "This is the country's land. When did it become your land?"
The middle-aged man looked ruthless and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Give me the camera."
"Let me tell you clearly first, I am not a reporter. I am taking photos to take photos and draw pictures when I go back." After Dong Xuebin twisted with him a few times, he quickly put away the camera, stared into his eyes with a cold face and said, "Nothing. You want to steal things without asking? Are you a robber? I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you. Call him." Dong Xuebin is used to bossing people around these days, so he said this very smoothly.
The middle-aged foreman suddenly laughed and said, "Oh, you have such a bad tone, are you looking for the leader? I am the leader." As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward to grab Dong Xuebin's bag, "Tell me again, bring me the camera."
"You're not done yet, are you?"
At this moment, several migrant workers behind the collapsed wall and piles of rotten bricks and rubble suddenly screamed. One man dropped his shovel and squatted on the ground, digging something with his hands, and then another one was almost beaten. The wooden cover, which was badly corroded, was lifted to the ground.
The middle-aged foreman was stunned, "What's going on?"
A migrant worker with a northern accent said loudly: "It's a box. It was just dug out and buried under a big brick. There seems to be a treasure inside."
The middle-aged foreman didn't react for a moment, "...baby?"
Dong Xuebin was stunned for a moment, stretched his neck and looked around, but couldn't see clearly.
Another migrant worker with a Northeastern accent lay there and said, "There is a big iron box in the box. I don't know what's in it."
box? Iron box
The middle-aged foreman perked up. Having been in this business for so many years, he certainly knew that there might be some old objects buried in the soil. This was not a strange thing. For example, the year before last, he led people to do engineering work on Changchun Street. Two jade pendants were dug out from the ground of a household and sold for a lot of money. Thinking of this, the middle-aged foreman was in a good mood, haha, now he could make some extra money, so he turned to look at Dong Xuebin fiercely, stopped grabbing his camera, and pushed him like a fly, "Okay, okay. Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up."
Do you want me to leave now
What a beautiful thought you have
Seeing the big box, Dong Xuebin's eyes lit up, "...BACK"