Chapter 114: Good Stuff
I saw several people hanging in the air on the tall building, and one of them fell down suddenly, causing everyone to exclaim, and they thought that the person was going to fall, but they saw that the person stopped in the air again, shook twice and began to work again. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info
This kind of work outside the window is the idea that Al came up with, that is, he borrowed from the cleaning staff of those skyscrapers on the earth, used steel cables to tie his chest and waist firmly, and relied on manpower to pull without a special lifting machine, and found someone to train him several times, and finally achieved results, in short, he wanted to install a few large iron frames on the top of the Westside Commercial Bank building, which was of great use.
In fact, this principle is not difficult, but people in this world have not thought of it, the reason is very simple: they are already built buildings, they look good, what else do you need to add outside, not to add snakes, more ugly?
And working at height is not so simple, timid people are scared to the bottom of their legs, how to work. Even the people Sasha found also made a lot of money and trained several times before they dared to officially start construction. Ordinary people have never seen this kind of posture, and they are bluffed.
There were more and more onlookers, and even a few wealthy businessmen who were hiding in the house to enjoy Qingfu also rushed over when they heard the news. Everyone leaned their necks and raised their heads below, looking at the sore necks, and finally saw the name of the name.
"Isn't this going to be something on that roof?" said someone hesitantly. Everyone watched it for a while, and they all saw that it was indeed loading. After looking at it for a while, I saw that there were really no new flowers, and the sun was getting more and more scorching, and the crowd of onlookers finally dispersed, but they were still walking endlessly, muttering to each other: What kind of medicine is sold in the gourd of this western trading house? How can you load things on the roof of the building?
Those coolies giggled and laughed, and they just regarded this experience as a piece of fun in the hard days, and the laughter and laughter passed, but the stewards who came to see the excitement had solemn faces, and hurriedly reported to the owner's mansion with a stomach full of questions, and thought as they walked: What kind of moth is this Western Territory Trading House making such a big move?
During this period of time, the Western Territory Trading House became the center of heated discussions in Manny District, and some idlers squatted in the corner of the trading house when they had nothing to do, staring at a few people working at height, and gradually understood that the Western Border Trading House wanted to build a few iron shelves outside the top floor, but everyone was puzzled, this trading house took a lot of effort, what was the use of building a few iron shelves.
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Mr. Chekov was the kind of petty employee who was common in Manny, with a clean, half-new tweed coat that had been patched several times, carefully groomed every day, fresh and neat hair and beard, sincere fear when greeting his superiors, and a faint arrogance on his face when he walked on the road to greet the coolies, all of whom were found everywhere in Manni, with dreams and hopes.
Although ordinary and ordinary, Mr. Chekov also had reason to be proud of himself, he supported his wife and three children with his own hands, although he was also a commoner, he was much better than the coolies who sold labor and the tenant farmers who were precarious, and occasionally with a little spare money he could add some furniture to the house, and give some gifts to his wife and children, for which he often silently praised his father and mother, who had endured cold and hunger, saved money to send himself to the teacher, taught himself to read and write, and arithmetic, so that he could find a decent job。
What's more, he works for the Western Realm Firm, secretly known as the "Noble Firm", which is enough for him to maintain an inexplicable sense of self-esteem and superiority in the face of other petty employees.
It was almost dark that day, and Chekov, after handing over work with his colleague on the evening shift, carefully put on his only coat, dusted off the dust that he didn't know if there was, and walked outside the trading house to prepare for his home.
As soon as he walked out of the gate, he was stopped by two acquaintances, one of whom affectionately took him by the arm and enthusiastically shouted: "You have finally come out, dear Mr. Chekov." Tassie and I have been waiting for you for a long time. ”
Chekov was a little caught off guard, he also knew both of them, and like him, they were also small employees working in the surrounding shops, everyone looked up and didn't look down on weekdays, they saw each other and said hello, chatting about the mood, and that's just this friendship, why are they so enthusiastic today.
Another man named Tassie smiled and said, "It's my birthday, and I want to get some friends together, so I took the liberty of inviting you, Mr. Chekov." ”
The reason is high-sounding, but Chekov has been in society for so many years, and he has seen a lot of dark and dirty things, and everyone is usually a general friend, why should this person come to invite him in person when he is born, he Chekov has not yet had such a big face! They were careful Chekov guessed something after a little thought, but when he thought of what Governor Sasha had said, he was also relieved, and he didn't eat for nothing anyway, so he agreed with a smile.
Tassie called two more people, and the group of five found a tavern and went in, chatting and laughing while eating and drinking, and when the wine was half-drunk, Tassie was half drunk, and casually asked Chekov: "Dear Chekov, what are you trading firms doing these days? I heard those people were working in the air with steel ropes strapped, my God. He smacked his mouth, "I don't dare to do this kind of hard work with my head pinned to the waistband of my trousers." ”
Chekov laughed in his heart: "The meat show is coming." He didn't hide it, and said in a fifteen-and-fifteen-ten manner: "This is what the big boss above, how can I know if I have a small foot, but ......", he lengthened his voice.
"But what?" Tassie hurriedly added him a glass of wine.
Chekov drank it all, burped, and then continued: "I just heard that the noble lord has found a good thing, and this big move is to show this good thing and raise the reputation of our trading house. ”
After a few nonsense conversations, Chekov repeatedly said that it was a good thing, but he couldn't explain it clearly, and he was anxious about it, but he also knew that he couldn't dig anything out of Chekov's mouth, and when everyone dispersed, he hurriedly reported to his superiors.
In this way, the news that the Western Frontier Commercial Bank had good things to show spread through various channels, and even the nails that everyone planted in the commercial bank also spread the same statement, which for a while stirred up the Mani District into an undercurrent and difficult to calm down.