Chapter 146 Difference
"This" the little soldier looked embarrassed, looking left and right, hesitating, his eyes wandering.

The hearts of Zhao Shuping and the others suddenly sank into the bottomless abyss bit by bit. Their eyes dimmed bit by bit.
Zhao Shuping coughed continuously, took out his handkerchief to cover his mouth again, and asked again with all his strength, "Leaders?"

The young soldier looked at the old men who had been waiting in the conference room, their faces pale and trembling from the cold, and could not bear it. He reminded them bluntly: "Chief Zhao, not long after you arrived at the conference room, the leaders left early!"

"And I won't be going back to the office tonight."

"." Upon hearing the young soldier's answer, old man Zhao Shuping staggered, became unsteady, swayed backwards, and was about to fall.

Fortunately, Zhao Bingnan and others beside him were quick to support him and called out with concern, "Mr. Shuping!"

"I'm fine." Zhao Shuping stood still, pulled the corners of his mouth, squeezed out a smile, and comforted everyone, "I'm old, and I just sat for too long, my legs are a little numb."

"Huh!" Zhao Shuping raised his cane and pounded the ground again. "What the leader said makes sense. The most critical task now is to prevent and control the US imperialists' germ warfare and protect the health and safety of the general public."

"cough, cough"

"Mr. Shuping!"

"I'm fine. It's getting late. Let's go back first."

"Let's think about it in the long run. By the way, I have to tell Deming tomorrow that I need to talk more about the prevention and treatment of bacteria, plague, smallpox, cholera and other plagues in the advanced training class."

Zhao Shuping broke away from Zhao Bingnan and others who were supporting him, and walked out of the meeting room first with his cane.
After looking at each other, Zhao Bingnan and others smiled bitterly, shook their heads helplessly, and left one after another.

Coincidentally, or maybe they forgot, no one took the aluminum lunch box containing antifreeze that was placed on the long conference table.

The young soldier saw the lunch box left behind and rushed into the meeting room. He caught up with everyone with the lunch box held high in his hands and handed it over with both hands, "Hoohoo. Section Chief Zhao, your things are in the meeting room."

Zhao Shuping looked at the lunch box in the young soldier's hand and recommended it with a cheerful face: "Little comrade, this is our traditional Chinese medicine antifreeze ointment, which is newly developed and has good effects."

"You will be on guard at night. Apply this on your face, hands, and neck so you won't get frostbite."

"Haha, it can be considered as helping us to try it out. If it works well, you can also give us more publicity and promotion."

The young soldier scratched the back of his head shyly, laughed foolishly, and then asked shyly: "Chief Zhao, can you wait for me for a moment? I have to ask the squad leader."

"Okay, go ahead." Zhao Shuping waved his hand.

"Yes!" The young soldier nodded heavily and ran to the security office. After a while, he ran back empty-handed. "Chief Zhao Zhao, our squad leader says thank you!"

"He's on guard duty now and can't thank you directly."

"Yeah." A long-lost relaxed smile appeared on Zhao Shuping's face. After nodding slightly, he left again.

"Shopkeeper, give me another two pounds of mutton and a jar of good wine!"

One word: awesome! Two words: really awesome!
Wang Deming unbuttoned two more buttons of his cotton jacket on his chest, and then unbuttoned his shirt inside, revealing the cotton vest inside, and then pulled it twice, exposing his slightly exaggerated and muscular pectoral muscles.

Under the flash of light at the store entrance, there were spots of light on the forehead and chest, and they were shiny and glossy!
It was a pity that Wang Deming was surrounded by a group of rough men, all of whom were staring at the barbecue on the iron grill, eating their chopsticks quickly.
"Coming!"

The clerk hurriedly pushed over a small wooden cart and put meat on the stove one by one. The meat was cut into small thin slices the size of a palm and placed evenly on a wooden plate.

The wine was in a three-inch-high porcelain bottle of two liang, which was placed in a lacquer basin filled with hot water to warm it. You could drink it as you like, just pick up the pot and drink it.
Wang Deming put his right foot on the stool, took the long chopsticks in his right hand to grill the meat, turned it over and over, and put it into his mouth; then he held the wine jug with two fingers of his left hand and blew into his mouth, "Ha", he was so proud!

To use Mr. Zhang Henshui's description: "Even if I were the king sitting on the throne, I could not change it!"

"Come on, comrades, cheers!"

"Haha! Cheers!"

"Comrade Wang, you're going to have to spend a lot of money today!"

"No, no, comrades, you've had a hard time today! You have to be very careful when making this ointment. It would be terrible if the concentrated sulfuric acid splashed on you by accident!" "Well, Comrade Wang, you're too polite. In the past, when we were moving for a wealthy family, we had to be even more careful than this, for fear that the bottles and jars would be damaged, and we can't afford the compensation."

"That's right, that's right."

Wang Deming rolled up his sleeves and called to the store clerk: "That's hard work, store clerk, keep serving the meat!"

"No, Comrade Wang, we can't eat anymore!" The laborers quickly declined, "That's right, that's right!" They turned around and asked the waiter for sesame cakes, "Please give us sesame cakes! Two for each person!"

"Yes, yes, let's have another water radish to relieve the greasiness!"

"No!" Wang Deming quickly persuaded: "Comrades, we have plenty of wine and meat tonight!"

"Haha, water radish goes well with wine, the more you drink, the more you have. We have had enough for today! We should also let the meat cutters in the kitchen take a break and relax their wrists, right?"

"Comrade Wang, if you need any work in the future, just call us!"

"That's right!"

"Ha ha."

The waiter had already brought over the sesame seed cakes and water radish. Wang Deming picked up a water radish and took a bite. It was crunchy. He raised the wine pot and said, "Okay! I'll have to trouble you guys in the future!"

"You are free to speak!"

Let's settle the bill. Okay, for so many people, the total cost is less than 20 yuan.
Wang Deming said goodbye to the laborers warmly, and holding Cha Kuiyuan and Zhang Shouchong, whose feet seemed to be stepping on cotton, in one hand, he staggered back to No. 19 Qinlao Hutong.

"Hey, why did these two drink so much today?"

As soon as I entered the courtyard and passed the hanging flower gate, Zhang Shouying rushed over after hearing the news, complaining non-stop, "There have been guests waiting for a long time at home!"

"How can you show yourself to others when you are drunk like this? Deming, help me carry them to the backyard, I will change their clothes and wipe their faces. Aunt Zhao, help me get some more clothes."

After a flurry of activity, Wang Deming helped them to the main hall of the second courtyard. In addition to Zhu Jiajin and Zhang Boju whom they had met before, there were three other people they had not seen before.

One of them was wearing a Zhongshan suit and a slicked-back hair, with thick eyebrows and sharp eyes; the other two had round faces, one wore glasses and the other didn't.

Cha Kuiyuan and Zhang Shouchong felt more energetic after washing their faces with cold water, but they almost tripped over the threshold when entering the room, and almost fell under the table when bowing to the guests opposite.

The guest with slicked back hair and thick eyebrows frowned upon seeing this, forming a "川" character, and raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of disgust in his scrutinizing eyes.

Zhu Jiajin introduced the two parties: "This is my brother Zhu Jiaji, this is Qi Gong, both of them are from the calligraphy appraisal team of the museum; this is Shen Yanbing."

When Wang Deming heard the introduction and the name Shen Yanbing, he immediately understood what was going on and quickly helped explain: "Today we will work with the comrades from the moving company this afternoon, and treat the comrades to dinner in the evening."

Some people may not be familiar with the name Shen Yanbing, but if you mention Mao Dun, I think everyone knows it.
"These two are not used to Erguotou, and they were quite excited to be with their comrades and drank too much!"

"Sorry, sorry!"

Mr. Mao Dun, with his slicked-back hair and thick eyebrows, softened his gaze and nodded approvingly. The fact that he could get along well with the working people showed that his character was not bad and could be reformed.

He slowly said, "I learned that you two have two national treasures in your collection and are willing to donate them, so I took the liberty to come here."

Wang Deming winked at Zhang Shouying, who quickly took out the "Two Letters of Thanks" and the "Letter of Thanks" and placed them on the table.

Zhu Jiaji and Qi Gong hurried forward to help and slowly unfolded it.

"it is good!"

"Sir, it's absolutely authentic!"

(End of this chapter)