Siheyuan: Forced to exchange rooms with Qin Huairu at the beginning

It was almost afternoon when the group returned home, and Yi Zhonghai and Sha Zhu did not go back to work.

Sha Zhu didn't have to cook in the afternoon, and it was useless to go, so he went back to clean up the house. After all, he had a blind date tomorrow, and Sha Zhu didn't want to leave a bad impression on others.

You don't know how difficult it is to clean a house until you start cleaning. Qin Huairu used to clean the house for Sha Zhu, but recently Qin Huairu has been too busy and has no time to clean the house for Sha Zhu.

Shazhu himself was too embarrassed to mention it, so he could only say so and live there.

"There still needs to be a woman in this family."

Sha Zhu muttered to himself while doing housework.

If there is a woman in the house, while he goes out to earn money to support the family, and his wife keeps the house tidy, this is life.

Sha Zhu still doesn’t know what his blind date looks like, but since it was arranged by Yi Zhonghai, Sha Zhu thinks that at least he won’t be bad.

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Steel rolling mill.

After get off work, Zhang Zhiqiang rode his bike to the sawmill. It happened to be a holiday tomorrow, so Zhang Zhiqiang planned to order some wood and sponge to make a sofa for his home.

Zhang Zhiqiang didn’t have any acquaintances at the sawmill, so he could only ask someone first.

"uncle!"

Zhang Zhiqiang saw a person leaning against the door in the duty room and greeted him.

"Who is your uncle?"

The old man was also stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Zhang Zhiqiang strangely, as if he had heard this title for the first time.

"Um, uncle~ are you busy?"

Zhang Zhiqiang was a little embarrassed, so he scratched his head and changed his name.

"What are you busy with? Just wandering around."

The old man was bored being alone, so he started chatting with Zhang Zhiqiang.

"Uncle, do you know where I can buy wood?"

Zhang Zhiqiang handed over a cigarette.

"You've come to the lumber mill, where can I buy lumber?"

The old man looked at Zhang Zhiqiang as if he was a fool.

"Um, uncle, that's not what I meant. I mean I don't need much, just make a few pieces of furniture and buy some leftovers."

Zhang Zhiqiang said embarrassedly.

"Oh, that's it. Come with me."

The old man came out of the duty room and walked in front with his hands behind his back.

This will really make Zhang Zhiqiang unable to do anything. Is it so smooth?

"Uncle~Don't you have to be on duty?"

Zhang Zhiqiang chased after him and asked curiously.

"Why are you still on duty after get off work? You can't use the donkeys in the production team like this."

The old man was speechless, thinking that Zhang Zhiqiang was not good at chatting.

"Haha, it's my fault, it's my fault. Uncle, do you have any connections in the factory?"

Zhang Zhiqiang inquired again, there was no other way, who wouldn't feel itchy looking at such a confident old man.

"What kind of connection is that? One of the section chiefs in the logistics department is my son."

The old man waved his hand and said indifferently.

Zhang Zhiqiang now understood that there are always ways to manage logistics, especially for a place like a sawmill.

There are a lot of scraps and waste every day, but they are not as valuable as scrap iron if sold, which gives people like me an opportunity.

"son!"

The old man took Zhang Zhiqiang to the door of an office and pushed it open and walked in.

"Hey, Dad, why are you here?"

A man who looked to be in his early thirties, with slicked back hair, stood up and smiled.

"Let me introduce you to a guy who's here to buy lumber. Your name is, uh, what's it?"

The old man was just about to introduce him to his son when he suddenly remembered that he didn't even ask Zhang Zhiqiang's name.

"Hello, Chief. I am a level 7 fitter at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill. My name is Zhang Zhiqiang."

After introducing himself, Zhang Zhiqiang extended his hand.

The section chief's face changed when he heard Zhang Zhiqiang's introduction. The Red Star Steel Rolling Mill is amazing. It is a heavy industrial plant with tens of thousands of employees. It is much better than the timber mill.

In addition, workers in this era have a high status. A level seven worker is much better than a section chief like himself. Even if his factory director came, he might have to be polite to him.

Especially Zhang Zhiqiang was so young, it was the first time he had seen one. He had seen workers at level seven and eight, and most of them were in their forties or fifties. It was outrageous that Zhang Zhiqiang was so young.

However, the section chief did not think that Zhang Zhiqiang had lied to him because there was no need.

"Hahaha, hello Comrade Zhang Zhiqiang, my name is Liang Guoan."

Section Chief Liang extended his hand enthusiastically and shook hands with Zhang Zhiqiang.

"Chief Liang, I came here to buy some wood to make some furniture. I don't need much, so I wonder if I can sell you some."

Zhang Zhiqiang said politely.

"We do have large pieces, but the wood we use is not very complete. A batch of oak was delivered today and it's pretty good. Oak is strong and durable, and suitable for making furniture. How about we go take a look?"

Section Chief Liang suggested that for such matters, one must see the actual product. Without seeing it, no one can be sure whether to buy it or not.

"Okay, then I'll trouble Chief Liang. Uncle, would you like to come with me?"

Zhang Zhiqiang asked Uncle Liang.

"No, I'm old and my legs are not so good. I'll sit here for a while."

Uncle Liang sat on the chair and waved his hand.

Zhang Zhiqiang didn't care and followed Chief Liang to the warehouse.

"Here, this is the batch of oak. It was just delivered this morning. There are quite a few that can be used after some careful selection."

Section Chief Liang introduced that the material was indeed good material. If Zhang Zhiqiang had not come, Section Chief Liang estimated that he would have been able to sell it in the next few days.

Zhang Zhiqiang walked over and took a look. There were indeed a lot of things that could be used. Although they were scraps, they were large pieces of scraps and could be used in many places.

Zhang Zhiqiang is a fitter and his hands are very strong. He just moved a few pieces out and put them aside.

"Chief Liang, I don't want much this time. These are almost enough. Do we have any sponges here?"

Zhang Zhiqiang asked again, it would be best if everything could be finalized.

"Yes, but it's much more expensive than wood."

Section Chief Liang had a strange look in his eyes. The sponge manufacturing process was more complicated, and even the scraps were much more expensive than wood.

"It's okay, I don't want much, can you show me around?"

Zhang Zhiqiang asked, mainly because he was planning to make a sofa, and it would not work without wood and sponge.

"Okay, come with me."

Section Chief Liang doesn't care. Who wouldn't want to make more money?

Section Chief Liang took Zhang Zhiqiang to the door of another warehouse and opened the warehouse.

Zhang Zhiqiang saw a lot of sponges piled up and thought that few people would buy them.

"These are discarded sponges, but they are still soft. I think you can use them if you cut them up."

Section Chief Liang recommended.

Zhang Zhiqiang pressed it with his hand and found it was indeed quite soft.

Then he brought out a few sponges.

"Director Liang, these are all I have. How much do you think they cost?"

Zhang Zhiqiang asked, he estimated that it shouldn't be too expensive.

"Just give me fifteen dollars. The main reason is that the sponge is expensive. If you only need the wood, you can get it done with seven or eight dollars."

Section Chief Liang gave a price.

Zhang Zhiqiang can totally accept it, but don't think that these things are cheap. Fifteen yuan is how many families earn a month? Even for factory employees, it is almost half a month's salary for many people.

"Okay, can you deliver it to your door?"

Zhang Zhiqiang asked.

"Yes, you can, but you have to pay extra."

Director Liang was impartial and acted as if it would be difficult to handle the matter without extra money.

Zhang Zhiqiang was shocked: What the hell! Could this be the legendary monk Jiaqian?