Chapter 585 Inquiring about the Black Market
Secretary Huang also had a smile on his face, holding Wang Jianguo's hands tightly with both hands. The warmth from his palms seemed to be intertwined with the friendship of their common struggle.
He bowed slightly, his eyes swept across Secretary Dong and Wang Jianguo's faces sincerely, and said with unconcealed excitement in his tone:
"These are two great happy events! Mr. Dong has recovered, and the brick factory has been successfully approved. The good days for our Jianye Farm are coming. I will definitely be there for such an important celebration, without any hesitation!"
As he spoke, Secretary Huang seemed to suddenly remember something, his expression was slightly startled, he slapped his forehead, and continued with a little annoyance:
"Oh, I was so anxious to tell you the good news that I still have a lot of work to do in the office. Now every link has reached a critical period, and no mistakes can be made."
Secretary Dong half leaned on the hospital bed and nodded slightly, his eyes full of understanding and concern:
"Xiao Huang, work is more important. Go quickly and don't delay your work."
Secretary Huang looked at Secretary Dong with gratitude, then turned to Wang Jianguo and prepared to say goodbye.
Wang Jianguo saw this and quickly stood up from his chair. He quickly and neatly stepped to Secretary Huang's side. He gently patted Secretary Huang on the shoulder and said with a hearty smile:
"Let's go. I have to go out to do something, so I'll give you a ride."
As he spoke, Wang Jianguo stepped aside to help Secretary Huang open the door of the ward and made a "please" gesture.
The two walked out of the ward side by side and walked along the long corridor. The terrazzo floor under their feet shimmered under the light.
Occasionally, medical staff hurried past, their footsteps echoing in the empty corridor. Wang Jianguo turned his head to look at Secretary Huang, breaking the brief silence:
"Secretary Huang, I really want to thank you this time. You've been running around for this brick factory, and you've put in so much effort! We all know it."
Secretary Huang waved his hands quickly, with a humble smile on his face:
"Comrade Jianguo, please don't say that. This is the result of everyone's joint efforts. I just did my part. Besides, Mr. Dong's leadership is good, and your spirit of hard work is the key."
As they were talking, the two had already reached the stairs, and Wang Jianguo reminded them again:
"We have to have a good gathering at the reception building tomorrow, so don't be late."
Secretary Huang smiled and replied:
"Don't worry, Comrade Jianguo, I will be there on time."
Wang Jianguo patted Secretary Huang on the shoulder again and watched him walk down the stairs before turning and walking in another direction, each of them rushing towards their own busyness and hope.
Wang Jianguo accompanied Secretary Huang out of the hospital building. The afternoon sun shone on them, warming them, but it did not dispel his worries about the subsequent affairs of the brick factory and the plight of Yang Xiaohua's family. The two walked side by side, chatting about the preliminary plans after the brick factory was approved, and unknowingly arrived at the hospital gate.
"Secretary Huang, please go back quickly. Work cannot be delayed. See you in the reception building tomorrow!" Wang Jianguo patted Secretary Huang's shoulder enthusiastically with a sincere smile on his face.
"Okay, Comrade Jianguo, you go ahead and do your thing. Be sure to be there on time tomorrow!" Secretary Huang responded with a smile and nodded, then turned around and left quickly.
Looking at Secretary Huang's receding back, Wang Jianguo stood there in a daze for a while, quickly thinking about what to do next in his mind.
He originally wanted to ask Zhao Shuzhuo to go to the black market to investigate the authenticity of the special medicine. After all, one more person means more strength. Zhao Shuzhuo is smart and courageous, and he might be able to help a lot at the critical moment.
However, when he thought of Yang Xiaohua's fragile and helpless appearance at the moment, he hesitated again.
Yang Xiaohua had just experienced the tremendous blow of losing her father, and her spirit was on the verge of collapse. If Zhao Shuzhuo left her at this moment, if she was alone and was once again enveloped in despair, and did something stupid, she would regret it forever.
After much deliberation, Wang Jianguo gritted his teeth and decided to go to the black market alone.
"No matter how risky this is, someone has to take the plunge."
He muttered to himself. Having made up his mind, Wang Jianguo walked towards the guesthouse where several people lived with heavy steps.
Along the way, the hawkers on the street shouted one after another, and pedestrians came and went, each busy, but he had no intention of paying attention to these lively scenes. Soon, the slightly old gate of the guesthouse appeared in front of him.
Wang Jianguo stopped in front of the convenience store at the door. The shelves of the store were filled with a wide variety of daily necessities. He searched the shelves and finally his eyes fell on cigarettes.
"Boss, give me a pack of cigarettes."
Wang Jianguo took out a few crumpled banknotes and handed them to the boss.
The boss was a gray-haired old man. He swiftly took a pack of cigarettes from the shelf and handed it to Wang Jianguo, smiling and saying:
"You don't look very well. Is there something bothering you?"
Wang Jianguo forced a smile and said perfunctorily:
"It's nothing serious, thank you boss."
After saying that, he walked straight into the guesthouse.
The lobby of the guesthouse was filled with an old-fashioned atmosphere. The dim lights flickered overhead, barely dispelling the darkness all around.
The lazy afternoon sun shone through the dusty windows with difficulty, casting a few rays, forming faint pillars of light in the air, with dust flying freely in the pillars of light.
The owner of the hotel was sitting behind the counter. He was a little overweight, wearing a washed-out cloth shirt. His hair was sparse and messy, with a few strands of hair soaked with sweat stuck to his forehead.
At this moment, he was staring intently at the abacus in front of him, and his broad, rough hands were moving the beads on the abacus quickly and skillfully.
The abacus beads collided with each other, making crackling sounds. Every move of the beads seemed to carry his careful consideration of the profits and losses of this small business, as well as his heavy expectations for life.
Wang Jianguo walked into the lobby with steady but slightly tired steps. His eyes showed a solemn and worried look. As soon as he stepped into this slightly dim space, his eyes were attracted by the busy boss behind the counter.
He paused for a moment, then raised the corners of his mouth, trying to squeeze out a seemingly relaxed smile, walked up quickly, and greeted enthusiastically and proactively:
"Brother, I'm busy!"
As he spoke, his eyes swept over the account book spread out on the counter. It was filled with various numbers written densely and crookedly, including accommodation charge records and detailed accounts of daily expenses.
As if silently telling the hardships and difficulties of running this guesthouse, Wang Jianguo continued to greet:
"Look at your account. Your business is pretty good, isn't it?"
This greeting is not only a polite greeting, but also contains a hint of empathy for people who are struggling in life.
When the boss heard the voice, his hands paused for a moment and he slowly raised his head. His eyes were filled with some doubt at first.