Yuan Guogang realized that there are far more problems in grassroots property management than imagined, and if these things are not solved, Changda Property Company will face more and more problems, and he must listen carefully to the situation reflected by grassroots property management personnel.

"Just yesterday, an owner reported to us that the barbecue stall downstairs of his house the night before yesterday was so choked that his family didn't dare to open the window. The owner lives on the third floor of the unit next to the illegally built glass house. Lao Hou's colleague said.

It turned out that at about 7 o'clock that night, the owner and his family were watching TV at home, and suddenly smelled a smell of smoke that seemed to be burning firewood, which was very choking, "Hey, where did the smoke smell come from?"

He stood up and looked around, and found that the choking smell of smoke was coming from outside the window.

Coming to the window, he looked out, looking for the source of the smell of smoke. When I looked down, I saw that all the glass on the first floor of the next unit had been removed, and only the glass cover of the roof remained, probably for ventilation.

There were seven or eight people busy under the glass cover, these people seemed to be five men and three women, most of them were about thirty years old, two scantily dressed women, probably no more than thirty years old, and the other woman who looked sloppy was the mistress of the house. Of the five men, three wore shorts and tank tops, and the other two were shirtless and wore only shorts. Except for the man with a cockscomb-shaped hair, the other four all showed tattoos in different parts.

In front of a black square oven about one meter long and about 20 centimeters wide, the cockscomb-shaped inch-headed man held a broken fan in his right hand, fanning the wind vigorously under the oven, and raised his left hand from time to time to raise his eyes, as if he was also choked with tears from the smoke of the stove in front of him. As he fanned one by one, wisps of smoke rose from the oven, and the harsh smell of smoke that he had just smelled came from the rusty oven.

A few other people laid out the ingredients in front of the oven, such as meat skewers, beans, leeks, green peppers, etc., while the hostess was busy setting up simple tables and stools and cutlery, and fashionable women were coaxing the two children of the host's family to play.

Seeing this, the owner hurriedly closed the window so as not to choke. It's not the height of summer, but when all the windows are closed, it's a little stuffy inside. Fortunately, after about ten minutes, the oven in the glass house was lit, and the harsh and choking smell of smoke was much less, and he opened the window to let the air circulate in the room.

The choking smell of the charcoal fire was gone, and after a while there came out the smell of cumin burning, which made people smell very uncomfortable, and he had to close the window again.

"If you don't live in the same unit with them, and you live on the third floor, you still feel so choked, how can the neighbors on the left and right who live in that house stand it?" said Yuan Guogang.

In fact, the owner wanted to report to the property office at that time, and let the property staff take care of these open-air barbecuers who only care about their own enjoyment and ignore the feelings of their neighbors. "Besides, even if you report it to the property management company, it may not work, and people's illegal glass houses can be built, and the smell of small barbecue smoke can still be taken seriously?"

The owner's family seems to be a little negative, but they are actually dissatisfied with our property management. Yuan Guogang said.

Lao Hou agreed: "Since the glass house was built, many owners have this mood. Lao Hou continued to talk about the experience of the owner who reflected the problem.

After all, the early summer season is always closed

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The window was also uncomfortable, the owner told the family that cumin is an all-natural substance, and some people don't like to smell it, but the smell should not be poisonous, and the family was convinced, and he opened the window again.

At about half past eight in the evening, the harsh smell of smoke came in from the window, perhaps because the charcoal fire was extinguished, and it was caused by a new fire, this smoke smell was different from the smell of burnt cumin, it not only polluted the environment, but also harmful to the human body, the owner had to close the window again, and then open it after the smell of smoke dissipated.

It was past nine o'clock, and there were bursts of laughter from the glass house, and a man shouted a pop song with a gong-like voice, and after singing, there was another burst of laughter and applause. These people are so interested in having fun for themselves, with no regard for the feelings of their neighbors.

After ten o'clock, there was still laughter under the glass cover, mixed with the flirting and scolding of men and women, and the fishy smell of roasted cockles.

As the lights in the house went out and the sound of the motorcycle motor went away, these people finally returned the quiet environment and fresh air to the people who were neighbors of the family, but who knew that his family would have such a reunion again every few days?

"This summer, hopefully they'll just do it this once. Old Hou said.

"Hmph, if the whole community is tossed once or twice by one owner in the summer, even if the neighbors are unlucky, they can endure it, but who dares to guarantee this? If there is such a toss in the community in three days and two ends, other owners must have great opinions, how will the property management company deal with it?" Yuan Guogang said.

"Your fears will soon become a reality, and the owner who told us yesterday is only halfway there, those who don't have glass houses, they will find another way. A colleague from the property office chimed in.

The owner told the property manager that the small square in front of their building was occupied by a family at around 4 p.m. the day before yesterday.

"The sun is still high at four o'clock, what are the family going to do?"

The small square is a small leisure place in the community, which can accommodate up to thirty or forty people, there is a half-circle of long seats in the southwest of the square, a mermaid sculpture in the east, and a lotus pond with a fountain in the north of the sculpture.

At half-past four in the afternoon, a dark-skinned young man wearing a red vest and shorts came from the south, but he was obviously not the owner of the nearby buildings, because the owner who reported the problem had never seen anyone with this hairstyle in the surrounding buildings. I saw that the hair of the visitor was very peculiar, the area around the head was shaved bare, and the hair on the top of the head was very long, and these long hairs were tied into a high bun by him and tied on the top of his head.

The hairstyle alone was eye-catching, and the red vest was followed by a folding square table and a blackened oven, and a dirty woven bag, needless to say, containing charcoal. The Red Vest picked up some dry leaves and other fire-starters from the bushes in the nearby green belt, filled the bottom of the oven, set up charcoal on top of the dry leaves, and started a fire. After a burst of incitement, I saw smoke and a miasma.

Just as the red vests were struggling to light a fire, four women in their fifties and sixties walked from the south side of the square, the oldest of whom looked to be the oldest, with a bloated body, a thick layer of makeup on his face, and several plastic stools stacked together. Walking behind her was a woman in a light gray glossy nightgown, with her hair loose and holding a bowl and chopsticks. The last two women wore it

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Dressed in casual attire, with slippers on their feet, each carrying a few plastic bags that seemed to contain barbecue ingredients.

The specific relationship between these women and the Red Vest is unknown to outsiders, and it should be his mother or mother-in-law, and perhaps his seven aunts and eight aunts. They first put the barbecue ingredients on the table, and when the red vests lit a charcoal fire, they brought the ingredients to the oven and returned to the table to wait, while the oldest and the woman in pajamas lit a cigarette and smoked leisurely.

After a while, a young woman in a gray casual dress came from the south with a stroller, the baby in the car, estimated to be less than a year old, went straight to the table and sat down on a plastic stool, this woman was about the same age as the red vest, presumably they were husband and wife. It's no wonder that open-air barbecue is so popular that even lactating mothers can't resist its temptation, and its magic can be imagined.

The Red Vests bring the first batch of cooked food to the table, and the second and third batches are continued, and the women at the table begin to enjoy their meal, while the Red Vests open a bottle of beer and pour themselves by the oven.

The small square, which can accommodate thirty or forty people, has become an open-air restaurant for the Red Vest family. Originally, some middle-aged and elderly people came to the small square every evening to relax, but today, those who had already walked to the edge of the square left in a huff when they saw this situation.

Of course, this family can't occupy the entire square, and maybe they don't mind the arrival of others, but who wants to look at their family's virtue?

At seven o'clock in the evening, as the sun set and the sky was getting dark, the lights of the square were turned on, and the women moved their tables and stools to the light to continue their dinner. Fortunately, it was early summer, and it was not the season when mosquitoes were rampant, otherwise, under the guidance of the lights, the swarms of mosquitoes would have driven the family away.

The Red Vests family ate intermittently until nine o'clock, and continued to chat after eating, and the voices of several women were so loud that they were more than 20 meters apart, and as long as the residents living next to the square opened their windows, they could hear their voices clearly.

The young couple with the children had left, and the women were speaking more boldly.

The woman in casual clothes said that her husband likes to open his mouth and snore when he sleeps, and he blows out, which is so loud that she can't sleep. There were a few times when she prepared a few notes in advance to tease her husband, and when her husband snored again at night, she glued the note to her husband's upper lip, and the note that her husband was snoring and blowing rattled.

This made the other three women laugh, and after laughing, one woman said that she was making up nonsense and did not believe that she dared to play such a trick on her husband. Another woman curiously asked what was going on, and another woman said what else could happen, at most her husband woke up, grabbed her, and pressed her underneath, and the woman's words made them laugh again.

At nine o'clock, the women finally dispersed. Fortunately, the distance between the oven in the small square and the building is nearly 20 meters, and thanks to the diffusion effect in the larger space, the smell of charcoal smoke and burnt food is not so strong when it reaches the windows of the residents, and it is not too harsh and choking. As for the garbage and stains left all over the small square, it is the property cleaner's business.

"There is really no way to encounter this kind of owner who has no quality and does not know how to be self-disciplined. He's not breaking the law, and it's useless for you to call the police. Lao Hou said helplessly.

"Although it is not illegal, it shows the low quality of this kind of person, I think the property company should be in charge, otherwise, whoever is a neighbor with them is considered to be a bad mold, if there are elderly people or infants in the family, how will it be good?"

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