That night, Silly Zhu and Hou Dalin both drank a lot of wine.

Silly Zhu's amount of alcohol is not comparable to Hou Dalin's, and in the end, Silly Zhu can still ride home, and Hou Dalin is already unconscious.

The two of them got Hou Dalin on the kang and got him a stove, and then left the repair shop together.

Silly Zhu sent Ran Qiuye home, and then returned to Hou Dalin's repair shop. This is what Ran Qiuye requested, Hou Dalin drank too much, and Silly Zhu had to take care of it.

In fact, it can also be understood that Ran Qiuye is afraid that Silly Zhu will drink and go back to his house to make something happen. After all, in this courtyard, there are really a lot of people staring at him.

Early the next morning, Silly Zhuzi made breakfast for Hou Dalin, and he ate a little bit and went out early.

Hou Dalin slept very well this night, after so many days, finally lying in his bed, Hou Dalin completely relaxed his spirit, and slept until the sun.

After getting up and eating, Hou Dalin saw that there was no one, so he went back to the bedroom and took out the bag that he "picked up" in the cave last time.

Dumping everything in his bag on the bed, in addition to a large pile of banknotes and food stamps, the most eye-catching thing was a few gold bars.

Gold bars or something, Hou Dalin didn't care too much, although this thing is good, but now it is not easy for him to spend it. It's better to keep this thing at the bottom of the box, and Hou Dalin turned his attention to the remaining bills.

The renminbi was counted, and there were more than 1,400 yuan.

The grain is half of the food stamps of the capital and half of the national food stamps, and each of them has thousands of catties.

You don't have to guess to know that this thing is a counterfeit banknote and a counterfeit ticket printed by the hostile forces themselves.

Hou Dalin put these things into the space and compared the real money and real food stamps in his hand with these fake ones.

It's better than not knowing, it's more frightening!

This fake bit is real!

Whether it is paper, ink, printing, it can be said that the fake is better than the real material and workmanship.

But what is fake is fake, even if it is real, there are still subtle differences with the real one.

If nothing else, the quality is too good, which is a bug!

Hou Dalin put all these things into the space, and the bag was stuffed directly into the stove by him, and the corpse was burned and destroyed.

The money and tickets still can't be burned, and I can't say when they will be used, so it's a pity to burn them.

A week passed in this peaceful life, and on this day, Hou Dalin went back and forth between the repair shop and the scrapyard as usual, dealing with all kinds of work that came and went.

Director Wang on the street and Director Feng of the General Affairs Office of the rolling mill both came to the repair shop and found Hou Dalin.

"Dalin, how are you busy?"

Hou Dalin raised his head, and when he saw the person who came, he knew that the procedures at the upper level had been completed, otherwise these two people would not appear together.

To Hou Dalin's surprise, Director Feng took out a document, which was the resolution document of the rolling mill to transfer the scrap station to the jurisdiction of the local commercial bureau in accordance with the spirit of the instructions from above.

What Director Wang showed him was the receipt notice of the Commercial Bureau and his opinions on Hou Dalin's work arrangement.

According to the document, Hou Dalin's working relationship was transferred to the DC District Commercial Bureau, and the salary scale was also shifted from industrial wages to regional administrative wage standards. The administrative level is set at level 26, and the clerk is level 8, and the salary is 33 yuan a month.

The position was set as the station manager of the Red Star Waste Repair and Recycling Station.

Scrolling down further, there is a work relationship transfer information form that he needs to fill out by himself.

"Director Wang, Director Feng, this means that I will not belong to the employees of the rolling mill in the future?"

"Yes, this time you are officially transferred out of the rolling mill. Hey, if you want me to say, you might as well not be transferred, you work as a security officer in a rolling mill, and you are four dollars more than your current salary. Director Feng said.

"Director Feng, it's not that I'm willing to be transferred, but how can I do a good job as a security officer? Isn't that an idle meal? I can't eat this kind of food! "Hou Dalin has raised the realm very high, and Director Feng can't tell the difference between the real and the fake. Just saying some flattering words is a good thing.

Hou Dalin filled out the form, handed it to Director Feng, and then collected the documents handed to him by the other party, and the work of transferring to the unit was completed.

Of course, he also has to go to the commercial bureau to meet his new leader or something.

For the next week, Hou Dalin went out early and returned late every day, either to study or to attend meetings.

Although he is the only one in the scrap yard, the size is also a unit. Within the Bureau of Commerce, there are not many people like him, but they are not impossible. And a small business like theirs, which can no longer be small, also has a nickname, called "Niu Mao Shop". It means as small as a cow's hair.

Hou Dalin has met Director Wu many times in the past few days, and although the two of them have also spoken, they are very official meetings, so they didn't say much.

After a busy week, Hou Dalin was idle again.

It is worth mentioning that although he is the only one in this place, in view of his special experience, after consulting the relevant departments, the stationmaster of Hou Dalin's scrap station has also become a militia member of the militia company in this neighborhood.

So after his original gun was handed in, he once again had a five-and-a-half-half as a gun.

And this time, he has more bullets. Basically, when he went to the ammunition depot, he only spent two boxes of cigarettes and received more than 100 rounds of ammunition.

The warehouse manager also told him that he could get it again when he ran out, and he must practice his marksmanship well!

Since changing units, Hou Dalin's life has not changed until a month later, Director Wang brought in someone again.

"Dalin, I've sent someone to you! This is an accountant assigned to your scrapyard by the bureau! As soon as Director Wang entered the door, he didn't wait for Hou Dalin to say anything, and brought someone to him.

"Oh? How did I not know this? Hou Dalin looked at the eldest sister in front of him, and was a little stunned for a while.

I'm also the stationmaster of the scrap station, how to arrange employees for myself, I don't know? The superiors don't pay too much attention to themselves as the stationmaster!

"You don't know now! Here you go, here's her work contact letter, you sign it, and I'll take it with me. Director Wang was as cool as ever, and a list was directly slapped in front of him.

Hou Dalin is no longer willing, and he can't help but continue with the employees arranged by his superiors.

After Hou Dalin signed and stamped, Director Wang put away the things and said, "Okay, Zhang Fang, this is your stationmaster and your work unit." Familiarize yourself with it, I'm leaving. ”

After saying that, he didn't even drink a sip of water, and hurried out the door.

The two of them were slightly embarrassed, especially Zhang Fang, she used to be a housewife, and this was her first time at work, so she was really nervous at this time.

"Stationmaster, what do you think I'm doing?" Zhang Fang saw that Hou Dalin had been lying on the table, fiddling with a radio, and asked a little crampedly.

"Oh, oh, you sit down for a while, I'll be done here in a moment." Hou Dalin raised his head and showed a smiling face.

"Huh! Good. After Zhang Fang finished speaking, he continued to stand in the room, his eyes swept the environment in the room, then he picked up the rag on the table and began to wipe the table.