Chapter 9 Chapter 9

Song Ran was too busy in the next two days and was working overtime on Saturday and had no time to pay back the ropes. Li Zan didn't call to urge him, maybe he was even busier.

On Sunday morning, Song Ran suddenly remembered this when she was sorting out books at home and turned out the small note. She leaned against the wooden window on the second floor, hesitating slightly: After returning the rope, she returned it.

But she couldn't think of any other way, so she could only take out her cell phone. When the wind blew, she let go of her hand without paying attention. The small white note rose up in the wind, like a white butterfly whirling in the air, falling on the gardenia tree and hiding into a flower.

Song Ran immediately ran downstairs and looked down at the tree with her neck tilted down. The green leaves and white flowers were still there.

A car rang out from outside. A van was parked outside the yard gate, and two or three workers got out. They made an appointment to add a moisture-proof layer to the construction team at home.

It was agreed that nine o'clock will be there, and it will not be a minute.

Before retirement, Lao Li worked as a construction quality inspector. He was exposed to wind and sun for a long time and his skin was darker than that of ordinary people. However, his appearance was quite right, and it was vaguely obvious that he was a handsome man when he was young.

He is very skillful and has great experience. He went into the house and looked around the corners of the floor and walls, and quickly gave several construction plans. It was time-consuming and cost-effective, and the advantages and disadvantages were analyzed clearly. Finally, I recommend a cost-effective option to Song Ran, so that you can get things done in one day.

After Song Ran took action, Lao Li and three workers moved the furniture away and used the machine to pry the cement floor.

Soon the floor was fully lifted, revealing the wet bricks and soil underneath. They worked very quickly and were not lazy at all. Song Ran had a good impression of them.

The construction sounded loud and she couldn't read a book, so she just sat aside and watched them stir the gravel.

"Uncle, what is that?" she asked him pointing at a roll of black things.

"Waterproof rolls." Lao Li didn't talk much, but he started talking about work. "The terrain on Beimen Street is low and the moisture is heavy. I'm afraid that the cement mortar is not enough, so I have to add an extra layer of rolls. I will also do double moisture-proof for you on the outer and inner walls, so I won't be wet next time the plum rain season."

"Oh." Song Ran sat on the steps, holding her cheek and asked, "Uncle, Grandma Wang said you are from Jiangcheng, why did you come to Liangcheng?"

Old Li wiped the sweat from his head and smiled, "My son is here."

At this time, a worker interrupted: "Uncle Li's son is amazing. Miss Song, you must not guess what job he does."

Song Ran was intrigued: "What are you doing?"

"The elites in the army who dismantled bombs and detonated bombs. The country is focusing on training. The Dicheng Military Region has always wanted to dig it up, but the Jiangcheng Military Region refuses to release it."

Song Ran: "So amazing?!"

"Yes. I'm only twenty-three, so I have made a few second-class merits. From now on, I will be the material for being a high-ranking official in the army. Tsk, Lao Li wants to enjoy his happiness."

Old Li smiled so hard that his eyes bent and waved his hand: "There are many amazing young people now, so don't let Miss Song laugh at me."

"Uncle, you are too modest," said Song Ran, "You must be very good at educating your children."

"That's not taught much, they are all born."

At around 5 p.m., the moisture-proof layer was completed and the floor was repaved, flat and without any flaws.

Lao Li said that the cement floor would be completely dried in five or six hours. At night, his workers came to polish and maintain it, and then kept it for a few consecutive days.

After the construction team left, Song Ran remembered to look for the note, but after searching for it for a long time, she couldn't help but suspect that the note was probably hit into the floor with the cement.

There was no choice but to wait for Li Zan to contact her to ask for the rope.

The next day was Monday.

Liangcheng TV's "The Frontline of War" was temporarily offline two months after it was broadcast.

After more than 60 days of war, the war in the Eastern Kingdoms entered a stalemate and the social attention dropped significantly. A war has been fought endlessly. There is something going on, and the audience turned their attention to the stock market. The stock market has been good recently, and the money has doubled when throwing it in. Even the aunt selling vegetables in the streets and alleys are talking about finance.

Major satellite TV stations have set up columns to broadcast stock market analysis, and Liangcheng TV is no exception, and has specially added a financial section. After "War" was offline, the affiliated "Pre-War" was also broadcasted in the last episode.

On the day the broadcast was over, colleagues gathered in the office to discuss stocks. Song Ran sat in front of the computer to check the official Weibo of "Pre-War? The Legend of the East".

In the last issue of today, netizens left a lot of messages, praising the hard work of the people behind the scenes and thanking the reporters for their true presentation.

Song Ran looked through one by one.

"Ranran, do you want to buy stocks?" Xiaodong called her.

Song Ran raised her head and smiled: "I don't understand."

"Don't understand. Whatever you buy has increased recently, and many people have made money."

"Really, I earned eight hundred even if I invested five thousand." Xiaochun said, "Shen Bei's 300,000 has now risen to 380,000."

Song Ran has only worked for two years, has no savings, and does not expect a fortune from heaven, saying, "The stock market is risky, so let's forget it."

Shen Bei stirred the coffee with a straw: "If you want to make money, you have to take risks. How can you make a stable profit?"

Song Ran didn't say anything, Xiao Qiu joked: "You little rich woman who can easily get hundreds of thousands of dollars from home, don't talk."

Shen Bei smiled. At this time, the supervisor Liu Yufei asked everyone to have a meeting.

The outstanding reporters in the first half of the year have been awarded. In addition to the commendation awards recorded in the archives, there is also a bonus of tens of thousands.

On the way to the conference room, Xiao Xia whispered to Song Ran: "Ranran, it's a bull market now, and stocks are reliable. If you get a small part of the bonus, try it out and use it as a financial management company. Only earn a salary, how can you save money?"

Song Ran was funny and said, "It's not necessarily me... But if it's true, then listen to you."

At the meeting, Liu Yufei mentioned the suspension of "The Frontline of War".

Taiwan plans to create a new military news program, with the nature of the weekly broadcast, and each episode is deeply explored. While paying attention to international wars, it also promotes the heroic attitude of Chinese soldiers overseas.

Liu Yufei said: "The previous group of reporters in Dongguo are coming back soon. Some of them here who voluntarily go to Dongguo will submit their registration form before Friday and organize training in a unified manner."

No one immediately made a statement, and each had a plan in his mind.

After Liu Yufei finished speaking, the meeting entered a key link. He announced the ownership of the Outstanding Reporter Award in the first half of the year - Shen Bei.

Everyone was surprised, but not completely surprised. This kind of reward, using your toes, is always someone who is hard on the backend.

Song Ran accepted the reality silently. After all, Shen Bei did a good job in China.

The colleagues felt sympathy for Song Ran, but they didn't say anything extra after they parted. They were all colleagues, and it would be good for anyone to talk about gossip in the workplace if it was spread. As an adult, they still understand this truth. Only Xiaoqiu sent Song Ran a hug and comforting expression. Song Ran smiled back and said it was okay.

Shen Bei knew it well and invited everyone to eat hot pot, saying that she was taken care of by everyone and expressed her gratitude for the meal. Everyone was naturally happy to participate in such good things, and praised Shen Bei for being generous.

Chen Bei chose a high-end hotpot restaurant, which is the level of the TV stations entertaining guests. The colleagues were even happier and kept saying "it was a waste."

Xiao Xia said: "You may have to eat half of your bonus."

Chen Bei smiled: "It should be. It was everyone's help, otherwise the work would not be so smooth."

The private room divided by the glass wall is spacious and stylish, with long red and black tassels hanging on it. More than ten people gather around the table and a small pot in front of each person.

There was a space left by Chen Bei.

Xiaodong asked: "Who else will come?"

"My boyfriend." Chen Bei smiled and ordered a spicy pot for him.

Everyone was uproared: "You have a boyfriend?! Why don't we know?!"

"You didn't ask, did I take the initiative to catch someone and say it?"

Xiao Xia’s gossip is heartbroken: “What are you doing?”

"Soldiers."

Xiaochun: "So cool?!"

Xiaoqiu: "No wonder you went to Jiangcheng Military Region last time. Did you secretly meet the male votes by your work?"

Chen Bei: "No."

Xiaodong: "Are the soldiers handsome?"

"Like a machine gun, I can't stand you anymore." Chen Bei giggled and stood up, "You guys can order the bottom of the pot, I'll go to the bathroom first."

Song Ran happened to go.

On the way, Chen Bei took her arm affectionately and leaned against her shoulder. Song Ran understood what she meant and pursed her lips and smiled.

Chen Bei is a pampered lady. She usually spends money and makes a lot of money. She really doesn't care about this bonus. But looking at her background at the station, if she wants to give her benefits, she can't go and tell her leader that she doesn't want it.

Society is unfair. Work harder yourself.

In the bathroom, Chen Bei put on pink and lipstick in front of the mirror, repaired makeup, and after washing his hands, he found that he had used up the paper.

She took it a few tricks: "Is there nothing left?"

"I have."

Song Ran took out a tissue from her bag and accidentally brought out a red rope and fell it on the sink.

Chen Bei picked it up and took a look, handed it to her, and said casually: "Your rope is the same as my boyfriend's."

Song Ran's heart skipped a beat, and she was faintly panicked, but she felt that it was not that coincidence.

When I returned to the private room, the hot pot and various dishes were served, just waiting for Chen Bei's boyfriend to arrive.

Song Ran sat in the same place, feeling more and more uneasy.

Before the hot pot was boiling, Chen Bei suddenly stretched out her neck and her eyes lit up. She stood up and waved to the door of the box: "Here!"

Song Ran turned around as everyone turned around. When she saw him, her heart was filled with coldness, as if someone had poured her head into a bucket of ice water.

Li Zan walked in, his lips pursed into a slightly curved polite arc, nodding at everyone, and said, "Sorry, I'm late."

He walked to Chen Bei and sat down.

Chen Bei smiled and said, "It's not too late. It's just right." He said that, and handed him the hot towel.

Li Zan took the towel and wiped his hands, his lips still pursed, and he seemed a little silent and quiet because he was not used to the strangers on the table. He wiped his fingers and glanced at the people on the table, and then he saw Song Ran sitting diagonally opposite him.
Chapter completed!