It was almost lunchtime, and Li Qing called Dong Xuebing over to the cafeteria. "Xuebing, do you have a girlfriend?"
Huh? This question again? Dong Xuebing felt that since he entered the government service, at least 4 people had asked him this question. He really does not want to discuss this topic. He had lived for more than 20 years and had never been in a relationship before. This was not something to be proud of. But he must answer the leader's question. Dong Xuebing smiled and replied: "I have not found a girlfriend yet. I want to focus on my work first. I am not in a hurry to find a girlfriend." Of course he was in a hurry!
After walking out of the grey building, Li Qing laughed: "I have to reprimand you."
Dong Xuebing smiled.
"Work is work. You cannot let this affect your relationship." Li Qing felt guilty for blaming Dong Xuebing earlier. He reminded Dong Xuebing: "You are still too young. Also, you are the Deputy Chief of the General Affairs Office. Do you know how many people are gossiping about you behind your back? I know you're capable, but you're still too young, aren't you? That's why you should look for a girlfriend when you meet someone suitable. Settle your marriage as soon as possible. Don't delay. "
"… … Marriage?"
They had reached the cafeteria. Li Qing laughed and patted Dong Xuebing's shoulders: "Think about it yourself."
If Li Qing did not remind him, Dong Xuebing would not have thought about this. Indeed, if he got married and had a family, he would give others the impression that he was more mature. This would make up for the negative effects of being too young. It would also be beneficial for his future promotion. But Dong Xuebing does not know if he should laugh or cry. This was reasonable, but … … where was he going to get married? Who should he get married to? When Dong Xuebing thought about his ideal marriage partner, two faces popped up in his mind. One of them was Qu Yunxuan, and the other … … was the woman who had snatched her wallet back from a thief. She had promised to call him for dinner but did not call. She was beautiful and elegant. Damn!
What the f * ck, why did I think of her?
Dong Xuebing shook his head to get that woman's face out of his mind. She had not called him for a long time, and she must have forgotten about him. Dong Xuebing will not have the chance to meet her again. So, Dong Xuebing started to have bad thoughts about Qu Yunxuan. If I can date Aunt Xuan, it will be the best ending. Sigh … … Until now, I still don't know what Aunt Xuan is thinking. Damn. I don't care anymore. I must earn 1 million to set up a company for Aunt Xuan first. In the meantime, I will think of ways to woo her. I must win her heart within 2 months!
That's right! Make money first! Even if it was not for Aunt Xuan, Dong Xuebing also had to think of ways to get more money!
Buying a car, giving gifts, buying a house, getting married, which of these did not require money?
Making money and chasing after women, these two tasks had to be taken as political tasks!
…
The next morning.
The air was cold and dry. Dong Xuebing stepped on the withered leaves and made crunching sounds.
Dong Xuebing, who was wearing a jacket, alighted from the bus and reported to his unit. At around 10 am, he walked out of Xu Yan's office with a stack of documents and a digital camera. He also went to report to Li Qing and the General Affairs Office. After that, he left the Branch Bureau and took a bus to Youanmen.
The Western District Branch Bureau's "Guest House" was located here. They heard that the surrounding houses and other buildings were going to be demolished, and the "Guest House" was not suitable to be stationed here. After the Bureau's Party Committee discussed and voted, it was decided that Chief Xu would be in charge of this "Guest House". He will write a proposal and report to the City Bureau about the "Guest House". If the City Bureau approved the proposal, then the Bureau can start moving the "Guest House". Dong Xuebing's job today was to write the proposal.
Dong Xuebing followed the moat to the west and reached his destination.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. Dust was flying all over the place. More than a dozen workers were demolishing houses.
Dong Xuebing choked and coughed a few times. He pinched his nose and walked away from the workers. He went to the alley at the back and looked around. He took out a pen and paper from his bag and started to record the surroundings. At the same time, he took out his camera to take a few pictures. There were still a few holdouts in the alley. 3 old men and an old lady were chatting outside a courtyard. When they saw Dong Xuebing taking pictures, they were stunned and surrounded him.
"Young man, are you a reporter?" The old lady looked at Dong Xuebing's camera.
One of the old men was a little agitated, "Comrade Reporter, you must report them. These demolition workers are too much. They actually threw bricks at our house in the middle of the night, smashed the glass, and broke the door. They even threatened us that if we don't move out, they will do something to us. This … Is there any law here?"
Dong Xuebing closed his notebook. "Old man, I'm sorry. I am not a reporter."
The old man asked suspiciously. "Then why are you taking pictures here?"
Dong Xuebing replied. "I am an artist. I am taking a few pictures of this courtyard house for my paintings."
The few old men heard this and left in disappointment.
Dong Xuebing smiled and shook his head. He continued to walk around the neighborhood while taking notes. This was not an official draft, and Dong Xuebing did not put much effort into the wording. He was thinking about finishing his work and going to Panjiayuan or Shilihe antique shops. He wanted to see if he could get some leftover antiques for himself. Now, Dong Xuebing had 100,000 RMB worth and was still far from his target of 1 million RMB.
At noon, Dong Xuebing went to the alley opposite Hong Qi University and ordered a bowl of stew.
When he goes to Panjiayuan later, should he get an expert to follow him? If the expert wants to buy something, he will use BACK to get it first. Eh … … But it was not easy to meet an expert. Furthermore, what the expert bought might not be the real deal and might not be able to get some leftover antiques. This … … was not feasible. What should he do? Go and gamble with walnuts? But he would not get such a good opportunity like the last time. If he waited for someone to get a walnut and use BACK to "snatch" the other party's walnut, it would be a waste. Even if he used BACK twice to get a pair of 45mm Dwarf Lion's Head, he might be able to sell it for a few thousand RMB. But to get 1 million … … How many days would it take? Also, during this season, there were no more walnut bets. He must wait until next year!
The more Dong Xuebing thought about it, the more he got a headache. Even with BACK, it was hard to make money!
Dong Xuebing returned to the dilapidated bungalow district and looked at a half-collapsed Siheyuan. He was thinking of ways to earn money and at the same time, he took pictures. Where should he go to pick up the leftovers? Dong Xuebing did not expect to get a Yuan Dynasty porcelain or Xuande furnace. He only wants to get 100,000 RMB from a kiln! Sigh … … Kiln … … Paintings … … Where are you all?
Just when Dong Xuebing was thinking about how to make the next sum of money, he heard a voice behind him.
"Hey! What are you doing?! "Dong Xuebing turned around and saw a middle-aged man covered in dirt.
Dong Xuebing frowned and asked: "What's wrong?"
"What do you think? Stop it, stop it! "
"I am just taking pictures. What's wrong with you?"
There were a few workers behind the middle-aged man, who were digging up the tiles in the courtyard. From this middle-aged man's demeanor, he should be the foreman or some related workers. The middle-aged man walked over and tried to snatch Dong Xuebing's camera away. "This is our territory. Have you asked for our permission to take pictures?" He had treated Dong Xuebing as a reporter. His higher-ups had instructed him not to do so, and that's why he was very stubborn. He was afraid reporters would report negative news about him.
Dong Xuebing dodged the middle-aged man's hand and said: "This is the country's land. When did it become your land?"
The middle-aged man looked at Dong Xuebing fiercely: "Shut up! Give me the camera! "
"Let me tell you that I am not a reporter. I am taking pictures for my portraits." Dong Xuebing argued with the middle-aged man for a while and quickly kept his camera. He stared at the middle-aged man coldly: "You dare to snatch my things without asking any questions? Are you a robber? I can't be bothered to talk to you! Where is the person in charge? Call him over! "Dong Xuebing had gotten used to ordering people around these few days, and these words came naturally to him.
The middle-aged foreman laughed. "Ah … You are so arrogant. Look for the leader? I am the leader! "He stepped forward and tried to snatch Dong Xuebing's bag away." I repeat! Give me the camera! "
"You're not done yet?"
At this moment, a few workers behind the collapsed wall and the pile of broken bricks and tiles suddenly exclaimed. One of them dropped his shovel and squatted on the ground to dig something with his hands. Then, a wooden cover that was almost corroded beyond recognition was lifted to the ground.
The middle-aged foreman was stunned. "What happened?"
A worker with a northern accent shouted: "It's a box. We had just dug up a big brick, and it was buried in the ground. There seems to be a treasure inside!"
The middle-aged foreman could not react. "Treasure?!"
Dong Xuebing was stunned and stretched his neck to take a closer look. But he could not see clearly.
Another worker with a northeastern accent said: "There is a big metal box in the box. I wonder what is inside!"
Box? Metal box?
The middle-aged foreman perked up. He had been in this line of work for so many years, so he naturally knew that there might be some old objects buried in the soil. This wasn't something strange. For example, the year before last, he had led a group of people to do a project on Changchun Street. He had dug up two jade pendants from under a house and sold them for quite a bit. The foreman was in a good mood. Hahaha … I can make some extra money now. He turned and stared at Dong Xuebing angrily. He stopped snatching Dong Xuebing's camera and pushed him away like a fly. "Alright! Alright! Hurry up and leave! "
You want me to leave now?
In your dreams!
Dong Xuebing's eyes brighten up when he saw the big box. "… BACK!"
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