Siheyuan: I earned foreign exchange in the heyday

Chen Changan said, "First, go to the school. Look around the school to see if anyone saw the child walking back that morning.

After all, we would send our children to school in the morning, and even if we were late, we would rush to school.

He was walking back shortly after class, so he was quite conspicuous. I asked along the way to see where Fan Hongtao had taken the child.

The second thing is to find someone with good skills to go to Accountant Xu's house to see if there is anything missing.

I think if Accountant Xu had planned this, he would have packed up the house in advance.

I have a hunch that Accountant Xu must have been forced or threatened, otherwise she should not have sent the child to school and then picked him up that day.

But we still have to check it out, and we’ll talk about it later when we have clues or other ideas.

For these two points, arrange some reliable people with better skills and who can keep secrets. "

Liu Hongjun has made up his mind to follow Chen Changan, and he also thinks what Chen Changan said makes sense.

So he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll arrange for someone to check it thoroughly when I get back."

After Liu Hongjun left, Chen Changan stood by the window. Chen Changan had a hunch that Fan Hongtao and the others might be just as the special department said.

He has not left the city, so he must be hiding somewhere.

But now the people are so conscious that if they see a stranger in their yard or alley, they will take a closer look and report it if they find anything wrong.

Where could they hide? Could it be that the light is dark? The more dangerous the place, the safer it is?

When Chen Changan got off work and returned to the courtyard, he found that someone was moving in the west hall of the front yard, which was opposite Hou Mingjun's house.

Chen Changan didn't know Cai Yinghong's three sisters. After all, the factory with tens of thousands of employees was not called that for nothing, and it was impossible for Chen Changan to know all of them.

But how could Chen Changan not recognize the work clothes? It was obvious that someone from the motorcycle factory had moved into the courtyard again. Thinking of Hou Mingjun's words a few days ago, Chen Changan smiled.

Perhaps it is really possible to turn the courtyard house into a motorcycle factory courtyard.

Since they didn't know each other, Chen Changan couldn't go up to say hello. They would naturally get to know each other in the future.

Moving, and there were three girls moving at that. With such a big commotion, how could the people in the courtyard not know about it?

The aunties who are not working usually gather in the middle courtyard to chat. This hall is right in the middle of the front yard and the middle courtyard.

Now almost everyone in the courtyard knew that new people had moved in.

In the middle courtyard of the Jia family, looking at the skin of the three girls, they are obviously girls from the country. How can they live in a courtyard?

If she were asked to fight against people like Chen Changan and Hou Mingjun, she would be a little scared.

After all, he is not from the steel rolling mill. If they call people from the security department of the motorcycle factory, he will be the only one who suffers.

But it's hard to say whether these country girls have jobs or not. You don't even need to look at their household registration, they are definitely from the countryside. How can such people live in this courtyard?

I was just about to go and talk to these three girls. It would be nice to have an ear room. If that doesn't work, I can extort some food and drink.

Jia Zhang didn't even think about it. If the person really didn't have a job, how could he get a house?

Qin Huairu was smarter. She saw the clothes he was wearing, which were work clothes from the motorcycle factory.

Jia Zhang only bullied those people she thought were easy to bully, after being reminded by Qin Huairu.

He stared in amazement at the three country girls, all wearing work clothes from the motorcycle factory.

This is amazing. You can tell from their appearance that these three girls are sisters.

All three of them work in the motorcycle factory. This family is incredible. Even if they are all temporary workers in the motorcycle factory, how much do they earn this month?

Just a rough calculation, I guess her son Jia Dongxu earns about the same amount, right?

At this moment, Jia Zhang made up her mind. What can three country girls know? With such a large salary, they should at least support our family.

As for the motorcycle factory? We are normal neighbors helping each other, what does the motorcycle factory have to do with it?

You, Chen Changan, have a high position as the factory director. You are unwilling to interact with us ordinary people, and you don't allow us ordinary people to help each other?

If that's the case, aren't you meddling too much?

Just as Jia Zhang was about to go forward to see if she could take advantage of anything, she saw Cai Yinghong coming out of Hou Mingjun's house.

Cai Yinghong and her three sisters all like this courtyard house very much. The house is big enough, at least bigger than the house they had in the village. The quality is also good and at least it doesn't leak when it rains.

Cai Yinghong knew that no matter in terms of rank, length of service, or contribution, she was still far from being eligible for a house.

In other words, I was lucky to meet a leader like Director Hou, who helped me solve the housing problem.

Now that we have moved to a new home, how could I not go to Director Hou’s house to express my gratitude?

To clean the house, my three sisters are enough, and even if I want to help, they won't agree.

I just happened to come to Director Hou's house to express my gratitude, but I heard from Director Hou that Chen Changan also lived in this yard.

Cai Yinghong had never expected this. In her mind, the director of a large factory with 10,000 employees would have to live in a small villa, right? She had never expected it to be in this courtyard.

After asking his question, Hou Mingjun glanced at Cai Yinghong and said, "You don't understand this, do you? As the saying goes, great people hide in the city.

Being low-key is the right way to go. When you occupy an important position at a young age, no matter how great your contribution or how talented you are.

There will always be people who will use a magnifying glass to find your mistakes.

If Director Chen really lived in a big villa, and some people of equal status or older people didn't get to live there, what would happen? Would they bear a grudge?

What if someone has worked hard all his life and lives in the same place as you? When you make a mistake, will they kick you when you are down? "

Cai Yinghong didn't understand any of this, she only knew that even big leaders had to keep a low profile. So she asked, "Didn't you say you should keep a low profile? But Director Chen still rides a motorcycle every day."

Hou Mingjun chuckled and said, "You think this motorcycle is a good thing. But do you know what level our factory director is?

People at our factory director’s level are eligible for a car, you know?

A motorcycle is a good thing only in your eyes. Would the big boss like this motorcycle?

They have to drive in the wind, sun and rain, and they might even fall. Do they still want the image of the big leaders?

Our factory director is already keeping a low profile by riding a motorcycle every day, do you understand?

He doesn’t live in a big villa, but in a courtyard house. He doesn’t want a car, but rides a motorcycle to work every day. No one can find fault with our factory director. Do you understand now?”

Cai Yinghong nodded hurriedly, but her eyes were full of confusion.

Hou Mingjun shook his head. This was simply like playing the lute to a cow. The man didn't understand what he was talking about at all.

At this moment, Hou Mingjun was wondering whether it was right or wrong for him to arrange for Cai Yinghong's family to live in the courtyard.

But Cai Yinghong was thinking, living in a courtyard house and riding a motorcycle every day is low-key? Then what does high-profile look like?