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Chapter 138 A Timely Rain Delivered to Our Door

"I submitted a report to the head of the Mechanical Engineering Department, and the department agreed to borrow a minibus. It will depart from the Engineering Building at 8:00 AM every morning and must return to school before 6:00 PM. The fuel costs will be covered by the Mechanical Engineering Department's practical training fund."

China and Pakistan are more than enough.

Zhang Yong could also ride his motorcycle there himself as a vanguard.

"Teacher Fang, how should the project schedule be arranged?" Qian Zhiyuan asked.

"On the first day, we visited six companies in the east of Tongxian County; on the second day, we visited six companies in the west; on the third day, we checked for any omissions and made up for any deficiencies, and then came back to finalize the plan." Fang Qiming drew three lines on the blackboard.

"During the day, we'll go out to survey and map; at night, we'll come back to check the data and produce construction drawings. If we have the manpower, we can start machining parts that night. We aim to have all the specific plans from the twelve companies ready by next week."

More than twenty people were crammed into the basement, the air was stuffy and hot, but no one complained.

Lin Ling took a large sheet of white paper and drew a scheduling table with a ruler. The horizontal axis was the date, and the vertical axis was the factory name. Each cell was filled with the person in charge and the arrival time.

Zhang Yong stood to the side watching, a slight smile playing on his lips.

This is no longer a makeshift operation.

This is a small construction team.

"I've arranged the car; we can leave on Tuesday, the day after tomorrow."

Fang Qiming clapped his hands. "You all need to brush up on your knowledge of these boilers these next few days. If you don't understand anything, feel free to ask me or Zhang Yong. If you have your own tools, bring them; if not, get them from me. Just register with Qian Zhiyuan."

"Let's meet again on Monday, everyone! Good luck!"

evening.

Zhang Yong and his classmates spent the whole day discussing surveying before riding their bikes back to Jinsong Community.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I saw my mother, Li Guilan, sitting on the steps at the entrance of the apartment building, holding a form in her hand, looking dazed.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

Li Guilan handed him the form, her hand trembling and her voice trembling as she did so.

"The housing allocation is being blocked by someone."

Li Guilan explained the matter clearly in a few words. In fact, the list of recipients of the welfare housing replacement program at the cotton mill had been published a week ago. According to seniority, Old Zhang's family was third, one point ahead of the fourth-ranked family.

There are exactly three large two-bedroom apartments left from this release. Each is 75 square meters, with a separate kitchen and balcony, facing north.

In the newly built six-story building in the cotton mill's residential compound.

As long as you get the property management department's stamp first, and then pay the difference within three months as required, you'll get the keys.

She rode her bicycle to the factory's housing management department early in the morning.

Upon entering the room, they went straight to Section Chief Shen Deming's desk.

"Comrade Li Guilan is here." Shen Deming looked up and smiled politely.

"Section Chief Shen, I'm here to complete the replacement procedures." Li Guilan placed her employee ID card on the table.

Shen Deming glanced at his employee ID card, then at the stack of documents next to him, and slowly pushed up his glasses.

"Gui Lan, there's been a slight change in this matter."

Li Guilan's heart skipped a beat.

"You know my nephew, Xiao Shen, Shen Xiaohai, right? He works in the publicity department. He's on the list too, ranked fourth. He came to me a couple of days ago, saying that there's really no room left at home, and he asked if he could move up a bit."

"I'm in a dilemma too. But he is, after all, a full-time employee and an educated man, and the leaders in the publicity department have also put in a good word for him."

Li Guilan's expression changed.

"Section Chief Shen, the list is arranged by seniority. I have twenty-two years of service, and he's just a young guy who's only been at the factory for three years. Why is he ranked ahead of me?"

Shen Deming crossed his hands on the table, his smile undiminished.

"Li Guilan, you're right, seniority is seniority. But rules are rules, and reality is reality. Your family has a house in Jinsong, right? It's a bit small, but at least you have a place to stay. As for Xiao Shen, he's been crammed into a single dormitory for three years. He can't keep living like that forever; he wants to get married and settle down too."

"Besides, you can choose other apartments, such as a smaller two-bedroom apartment of 60 square meters, which is still a bit bigger than your original one."

It's quite a bit cheaper.

Li Guilan felt a lump in her throat.

"I want the first wife! If you do this, I'll report you to the factory manager!"

Shen Deming stopped laughing, and his voice became more businesslike.

"Fine, I give up. You want a large two-bedroom apartment? Fine, but you'll have to pay an extra four thousand. We only accept cash here. Whoever pays first gets to choose their apartment first."

"Shen Xiaohai said the money will be ready on Monday. Even if your family has a long tenure, Xiao Shen is a top student, so the factory can give you an extra point as a special consideration."

"You're both in third place now, so neither of you should say anything to the other; you're competing for the apartment!"

Li Guilan's fingers trembled with anger.

She knew all too well that in the past, she only needed to make up the difference within three months, so she wasn't worried. She didn't expect that this time she would have to withdraw her son's 3,600 yuan savings in three days. Only 600 yuan was in his current account, and he had already paid his tuition. Today is Saturday, and the bank closes early. The bank will not be open on Sunday, so she can only withdraw the money on Monday.

If you're a little slow, you'll get snatched away.

The 2,240 yuan in royalties from my son's publishing house had just arrived not long ago. I don't know if I've saved it or not, but even if I haven't, it's not enough to make 4,000 yuan. Right now, I have no choice but to go out and borrow money.

I need to scrape together four thousand yuan in cash.

She wasn't really sure she could hand it in on Monday.

Looking at her expression, Shen Deming picked up his enamel mug and took a sip of water.

"Li Guilan, don't worry. If all else fails, just take the 60-square-meter one; it'll be enough."

Zhang Yong was also angry after reading his mother's words.

"Shen Xiaohai".

Last time, this kid stopped him in the propaganda department, acting all high and mighty like a scholar, trying to force him to ghostwrite a short article, which he refused. So, he's waiting for this opportunity?

Li Guilan kept nagging from the side.

"His uncle is the head of the housing management department. All the rules and regulations are just a matter of his word. Demanding cash in three days is clearly bullying our family."

"Mom, how much cash do we have in total?"

"Mom didn't save any money either. I hid five hundred yuan in the cabinet. I know about your three thousand six. After deducting the tuition of three thousand four, plus the publisher's two thousand or so, it's actually enough. But—it might not be ready by Monday."

Zhang Yong thought for a moment.

He's also deposited the publisher's royalties into a fixed deposit account, and he won't be able to withdraw them until Monday.

What bad luck, it happened to be a weekend.

"Mom, don't rush. We'll go to the bank first thing Monday morning." Zhang Yong folded the form and stuffed it into his pocket.

"I'll make a call later. If—someone can come to our house to deliver things tomorrow, we won't have to go through all that trouble."

Li Guilan was stunned.

"What should I send?"

"My uncle's building has been sold. The court-ordered money should be delivered in the next couple of days."

"How many?"

"More than eight thousand."

Li Guilan finally smiled.

"OK."

Sunday morning at 10:00 AM.

There was a knock on the door of apartment 808 in Jinsong residential complex.

Leading the group was Xiao Li from the Chaoyang District Police Station. Behind him were two unfamiliar faces: a middle-aged man in a dark blue uniform with a national emblem badge pinned to his chest, and a young man in a white shirt carrying a kraft paper envelope.

"Is this Comrade Zhang Defa's home?" the middle-aged man in the dark blue uniform asked.

"It's me." Zhang Defa quickly went over to shake hands.

"I'm Zhao, from the Enforcement Division of the BD Intermediate People's Court." He opened his briefcase and took out a document stamped with a red seal.

"Regarding the civil mediation enforcement case concerning the property under Zhang Dewang's name located in Zhangzhuang Village, Gaoyang County, BD City, the enforcement has now been completed. These are copies of the court's mediation agreement and enforcement ruling; please keep them safe."