Spring Breeze Twenty Years

Chapter 872 The Big Move

After seeing the district head and Director Hu Mou downstairs, Xiao Wei immediately arranged for Aunt Wang and several accountants to go to Zhongjie, along with Li Na and Sister Jin. They were to settle accounts and personnel for the existing goods at Rose and Trade City. The original chairman and general manager would definitely return to the supply and marketing cooperative, where arrangements would be made. However, the employees below would be under Xiao Wei's management, and he needed to take over as soon as possible, or things would get chaotic.

In those days, people generally had a negative attitude towards working for private bosses, feeling it was unreliable and inferior to working for state-owned enterprises. Of course, working for foreigners was different; it was a matter of honor and bringing glory to one's ancestors. Moreover, employees at that time truly treated the factory as their home; if you arrived late and didn't intend to stay, they could even move your bedside table out of the room.

Chen Hui was willing to do this, so he led the team over.

Xiao Wei greeted the office staff and left to head to the design institute. The plan for Bingcheng wasn't ready yet, the Zhongjie project was about to be approved, and the factory project also needed work done—it was all happening at once. The design institute was experiencing a bittersweet situation; back then, without computers, completing the entire blueprints for a large project was an agonizing ordeal.

In this era, all the renderings were hand-drawn. To make a model, you had to go to Hong Kong; it was simply impossible to do it domestically. Each government agency's propaganda department employed several artists, and all large-scale propaganda posters, including movie posters, were hand-drawn. It was incredibly impressive.

After Xiaowei finished discussing the various projects with Dean Cheng in the afternoon and shared his thoughts on the Heping Hunhe project, he returned to the company and found that someone was moving.

Xiao Wei's car was stuck in traffic at the building entrance again, so he had to drive into the company courtyard. He got out and looked at a bunch of people busy at work with a confused expression, not knowing what was going on.

"Boss." Liangzi ran over.

Xiao Wei pointed and asked, "What's going on here?"

Liangzi turned his head and glanced at him: "Moving? What's up?"

Xiao Wei looked at Liangzi: "Who's moving?"

Liangzi slapped his forehead and said, "Boss, we've signed fourteen contracts. Everyone's happy with the deal. To be honest, these companies have been eyeing this building for a while now. As soon as they heard they could move in, they didn't ask any other questions. They're just impatient. The apartments were allocated by lottery, and everyone who signed has already drawn a lot."

Xiao Wei said, "So, we can finish moving everything and start dismantling it in the next day or two?"

Liangzi said, "I don't know. Shunzi is still negotiating over there, saying he'll try to finish signing today."

Xiao Wei smiled and said, "Okay, get things arranged. It's best to have a plan for the move, so we don't all end up crammed together and waste everyone's time. Do a good job, and I'll give you all a bonus if you do a good job. Go ahead and get busy."

Liangzi agreed and ran off again.

The movers were all local men, both young and old. They didn't care whose house it was, since they all knew each other. They went up and moved everything in no time, and it was done quickly and efficiently. These days, people didn't really have much stuff at home. Besides luggage and clothes, they only had a few cabinets. The only appliance they owned was a TV, and not every family had one. A bicycle was considered a big item.

Xiao Wei walked over and said to a boy who was carrying a bicycle, "Aren't you tired? Don't carry the bicycle up there, it's hard to put it away and tiring. Let's put all the bicycles in that yard over there for now. I'll make a bike shed over here later."

The guy, carrying his bike, looked at Xiaowei and said, "Who are you? Can't I just leave it in the hallway?"

Xiao Wei said, "Walk down the corridor? How can people walk around if you put your bicycle there? You can't just make things easier for yourself and affect other people's lives. We're all old neighbors, right? You can put it here for now, against the wall in the yard. I'll build a bike shed here at the top of the building in a few days."

Liangzi ran over: "Boss."

Xiao Wei said, "Don't move things you don't need upstairs, and don't bring your bicycle upstairs either. Find someone to see if you can build a bike shed on this side of the building. Don't put anything in the corridor, including this platform. The public area belongs to everyone, and it can't be used by any one family, right? Besides, there's not enough space. It not only affects people walking, but it also causes delays if anything happens."

Liangzi said, "What's the catch? If we don't put it out now, we'll have to put it out eventually, and it'll be piled up in just a few days."

Xiao Wei said, "No, I can't control other places, but I definitely can't control the place I'm in charge of. I can spend money to create a better environment for everyone, but I won't allow any damage. The environment belongs to everyone. I'll arrange for the things left in the hallway to be removed later. You can talk to them, but it won't do any good if they come to me with complaints. Otherwise, they shouldn't live here."

Liangzi said, "What about garbage? Garbage isn't acceptable either?"

Xiao Wei said, "You guys moved in too hastily. The sanitation department will set up a garbage collection point here, and you can just throw your garbage there. Won't it smell bad if it's left in the corridor? Won't you feel uncomfortable? You can just take it with you when you go downstairs. After the new community is built, this place will be managed in the same way as the other one, and there will be unified management for safety and sanitation. At that time, they will charge a fee per square meter."

Liangzi asked, "Pay money? How much?"

Xiao Wei said, "We have to calculate it. It won't be much, just a few dollars per household. Doesn't the building need cleaning? And what about security? Why not pay the security guards? I'm not making money off you. We can just split the costs. We can set up a committee and you can manage it yourselves."

People back then weren't afraid of hardship or fatigue. These teenagers didn't bother to arrange for a vehicle; they just carried their things over from over there. It was quite noisy and lively. In those days, no one would invite you to dinner or give you money. A thank you and a drink of water were all you needed. That was the kind of neighborly relationship in those days.

The old man dodged the people carrying the load and climbed down from the top. He walked over to Xiaowei and said, "You're already moving things? You're pretty quick."

Xiao Wei said, "It's good that you're quick to act; it means you're satisfied with the conditions. If you drag your feet, it'll be troublesome."

A young man came over carrying a bag in his left hand and a chamber pot in his right, a strong stench wafting from afar. The old man said, "Hey, don't put that up there. Do you think it smells good?"

The young man was taken aback and said, "Then where do I put it? How do I use it? It usually has a lid, but I hurriedly took it off."

The old man said, "There are toilets upstairs, what are you still using this for? Hurry up and throw it away."

The kid asked, "Really? There's a toilet inside?"

Liangzi took the bag from his hand and said, "Nonsense, which apartment doesn't have a toilet upstairs? Hurry up and throw it away, how many years has it been since you cleaned it?"

The kid looked down and asked, "Why would I scrub this peeing thing?"

A group of kids nearby burst into laughter, and Liangzi kicked it, yelling, "Where's the lid? Throw it away! Find something to stuff it back in. Damn it!" The kid grabbed the chamber pot and ran off.

Liangzi casually handed his bag to someone and walked over, saying, "Boss, there aren't any beds. Only two places have wire beds, the rest are sleeping on the floor."

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