Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Yang Rui went to Pingjiang by car, dealt with the backlog of matters at hand, and went to his parents' dormitory.

Since Comrade Yang Feng was transferred to the Provincial Investment Promotion Bureau, the organization has allocated a dormitory to him. There are also houses that he wants to live in, but he has to wait for the allocation. If you are lucky, you will be able to get a job after just two months. Bad luck , It is also possible to wait for three to five or seven years.

However, the conditions of the Provincial Investment Promotion Bureau are really good. The dormitory is also a single-family tube building. There are five or six families on the first floor, sharing a kitchen. The layout of one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom. The location is not far from the work unit, it belongs to the area of ​​Pingjiang city center, it is a bit quiet in the midst of noise.

If it takes another 20 or 30 years, this kind of house will naturally be too backward. Even within 20 years, at most 15 years, Pingjiang City will almost demolish the simple buildings and tube buildings back then. The unit has enjoyed a new layout with a balcony, a study and a bathroom early on.

But at the moment in 1984, simple buildings or tube buildings with incomplete kitchens and bathrooms are all buildings anyway. It is very happy to be able to allocate rooms like this for ordinary units. That is, China Merchants was split from the Commercial Bureau, which is a bit of a fortune. , in order to use the building as a dormitory.

However, people like this kind of house nowadays, but Yang Rui doesn't like it very much.

When he walked around the house, he felt that the room was small and crowded. The furniture made at home before was heavy and bulky. After moving in, the room was even more cramped.

"I'll buy you a suite." Yang Rui blurted out and said.

The house I just moved into recently has some places to clean up. Rui's mother is busy, seeing Yang Rui coming, she is busy making dumplings, and she smiles: "Isn't this house better than the old house? Upstairs and downstairs, electric lights For those who make the phone, there is a vegetable market at the door, and those who sell fish come every day, and those who sell spices, there are seven or eight kinds of spicy peppers, the conditions in Xizhaizi Township can’t be compared.”

Seeing that his mother was beaming, Yang Rui also became happy. Compared with being the secretary of the township party committee, his father Yang Feng's sense of power must have decreased, but his living conditions have obviously improved.

There are too many differences between rural areas, towns, cities and central cities. From Xizhaizi Township to Xi County, there is still a bit of nostalgia. From Xizhaizi Township to Pingjiang, it is completely reborn.

Yang Rui smiled and said: "The old house has a big yard, grounded, and there are trees in the yard, and the area is several times larger than this. Besides, in the past, in Xizhaizi Township, what about the best house, Pingjiang There are many choices, let’s find a big house, at least I will have a place to live, secondly, the current house doesn’t have a kitchen, so it’s inconvenient to cook, isn’t it?”

His last two words really touched my mother.

Rui's mother thought about it, and said decisively: "Then look for a house, don't let your dad know, he just arrived at work, he just wants to start a career, regardless of our mother's life or death, I will ask your second uncle."

My second uncle, Duan Rui, is the head of the county party committee organization in Xi County, so he can't really help, but my aunt Song Yan is in the Nanhu freight section, so she has contact with many people from south to north, and the company in Pingjiang should also be able to contact her.

Yang Rui turned around and said in a low voice: "If you want to say, the current dormitory is not in compliance, right? Dad doesn't object?"

"There must be a place to live, isn't it? Are we going to compete with the young people in the unit? This is what I persuaded your dad to want. Fortunately, he didn't imitate your grandfather's temper. Otherwise, let's carry forward the style and we have to Live in the bungalow below." Rui's mother was always indignant when talking about this matter. The Yang family and the Duan family obviously have huge differences in their handling styles.

Such differences probably cannot be changed.

Yang Rui was a little amused, and said, "Isn't it that I didn't develop my style in the end?"

"That's because he was worried that I would be transferred to the construction committee, and he was afraid that I would get a house through the construction committee." Rui's mother snorted and praised her threat.

Because it was dispatched by the organization, Rui Ma's work was also handled by the provincial government. This is the case for dispatched cadres in this era.

Yang Rui said helplessly: "Let's find a private person to buy a house. I happen to have a lot of money in my hand, and it's enough to buy a building."

"I know you've made money from technology, so you can't say that, just find a similar one. I've saved some money in the past two years, and it's enough to buy a house." Rui's mother continued to ponder: "It's best to find a house in the provincial government. In front of me, life is convenient, and I am familiar with the vegetable market..."

In 1984, commercial housing transactions were not opened, but there were still private sales and purchases among the people, most typically in Beijing and Shanghai. Because Beijing is too big, some people have changed their jobs, or after being assigned a new job, they live far away and are too tired to go to work every day, so they find people with the same needs to exchange houses with each other. This is a private behavior, at most it is to write The sliver is over.

Because the per capita housing area in Shanghai is small, those who make money, or have a family, or have overseas ties, will try their best to improve the living environment. In addition, most of the units lack the conditions to improve the housing, so they default private house sales.

In Pingjiang, buying a house is more like buying a house with small property rights for later generations. Apart from a handwritten contract, there is not much to rely on.

Such a contract naturally has no legal effect in court, but in China at this time, people do not go to court when they have disputes, and even the government cannot operate according to legal provisions. They should all go to jail.

Yang Rui didn't force his mother to do what she wanted. Now there is no Internet, no real estate agency, and no commercial real estate company. Buying a house is more or less a coincidence, and the price is not transparent. It can be said that paying for it is the last thing to do , and perhaps more in previous work.

The next day, Yang Rui ate leek egg dumplings, cabbage pork dumplings, and fish dumplings, and didn't talk about it with his father who came home from get off work.

The next day, parents went to work, leaving Yang Rui to sleep late.

In fact, he didn't sleep for too long, and Yang Rui was woken up by the ringing of the phone.

Yang Rui didn't answer the phone, and buried himself in the quilt to endure it.

After the phone rang for a round, he didn't give up, and soon rang again.

Yang Rui complained about how loud the current landline is, and picked it up, saying: "Hello, my parents are not at home now..."

"Yang Rui?" Director Li's voice came from the phone.

"How did you know the phone number?"

"I asked around." Director Li said with a gentle voice, "Yang Rui, when are you coming back?"

"I'm at home. I'll stay for another two days. I haven't been home this year during the holidays." Yang Rui sat up soberly, and said anything procrastinating.

"I should stay at home for two more days, I should." Director Li laughed haha, and said again: "But we also need you in our factory. You were not here yesterday, and our production has been reduced."

"How much has production been reduced?"

"About 20%, yesterday it was only eight kilograms." Factory Manager Li had a headache. Compared with when Hong Kong manager Guan Shen was here, the WestJet plant produced about 16 hours in two shifts a day, and the output was equivalent to the current 24-hour production, which itself has already reduced the production rate. This fact was covered up by Yang Rui's catalyst, and now, he understands both.

The return of Guan Shen is equivalent to the return of Jielikang. Therefore, what Director Li can count on is Yang Rui's catalyst.

He tentatively asked: "Yang Rui, come back first if you have time, the factory is counting on you."

"I'll go back after I've dealt with the matter here." Yang Rui didn't want to delay too long, thinking about it: "I'll go back by car when I'm done."

"I'll send a car to pick you up."

"I'm not sure about the exact time..."

"It's okay, let the car wait."

"I still want to eat at home for two more days..."

"The nine-turn large intestine made by the master chef in our cafeteria is so delicious that it bites your tongue. I will send someone to the factory to choose the fattest one today!"

"Sounds good..." Yang Rui hesitated.

"Generally, the master doesn't do Jiuzhuan large intestine, the intestines are too difficult to wash, you know. Our Master Xu is a careful person, he must wash the intestines by himself if he wants to make Jiuzhuan large intestine, just me , I can’t seize a few opportunities throughout the year. I don’t have the nerve to let him do it this time when someone comes from the province. I’m afraid that Director Feng will be popular and reluctant to leave.” Director Li smiled and said: “I’m letting people Get ready, kill the fat pig now, and it will be ready when you come in the afternoon."

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