Zhang Yanming was stunned for a while and thought about it. It seems that my mother does have a few classmates who are very popular in the city, such as the Transportation Bureau, the Textile Bureau, and the Public Security Bureau.

It's just that my memory hasn't been integrated for long, so I haven't noticed many aspects.

"Let's go over and ask." After looking at the car, Zhang Yanming ran across the street with Zhang Xiaoyue on his back: "Come on, don't let the car come over."

Zhang Xiaoyue giggled and moved around shouting "come on." Someone with less strength might not be able to carry her.

This building seems to be quite old, at least about the same age as Zhang Yanming's parents. It is a typical Soviet-Russian building.

There are a lot of buildings in RB and Soviet Russia in the Northeast, and you can see them almost everywhere there are people.

This building looked abandoned, but like all public institutions, there was an old man sitting as the doorman, listening to the radio and playing with tobacco leaves, crushing them bit by bit, and spraying white wine on them.

"Uncle, may I ask, which unit does this building belong to?" Zhang Yanming opened the door and asked.

"Come in and tell me that you have let go of all this heat." The old man turned his head and glanced.

After entering the house, he put Zhang Xiaoyue on the ground. Zhang Yanming took out a cigarette and handed it over: "I'm sorry, sir. Which unit does this building belong to?"

The old man took the cigarette, waved his hand and refused to light it, and pointed at Zhang Xiaoyue: "There are children. This is the old office building of the Textile Bureau. After the merger, we no longer work here. We have built a new building. This is considered a dormitory. Use it and pile some things."

"Where are the people living up here now?"

"There are not many houses anymore. Houses have been divided one after another. No one has a place to live now. But the flat has been confiscated. It doesn't cost anything to live here. Just occupy it. There are only a few old people here, not young people." Drill in here."

"Oh." Zhang Yanming nodded: "How big is the area of ​​this building?"

"That's not small. It turns out that it's all in this area, surrounding the courtyard at the back. Maozi always builds buildings with a tube like this."

"No, I'm just asking about this one. Are they all made of textiles? This one."

"It's long gone. Now I don't know where it is. It's not just a matter of a word from the leader. What's the use of asking? This small building has less than three acres of land. Is there something wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I'm just asking around."

"Do you want to do business here?" The old man looked like he had seen through it: "Then you have to hurry up, there are quite a few people interested in this building now."

He said goodbye to the old man and came out with the little girl in his arms.

"Dad, the room stinks so bad that I can't even breathe." Zhang Xiaoyue hugged Zhang Yanming's neck and complained. The room was full of the smell of tobacco and liquor.

"Let the uncle hold me for a while, and daddy will make a call." Zhang Yanming pushed Zhang Xiaoyue into Zhang Yanjun's arms and took out the phone.

"Mom, what's the phone number of your classmate in the Textile Bureau?"

"I have to look through the phone book. What are I doing?"

"My brother wants to do some business, right? I think their location on this building is good, so I want to ask."

"This building?" Zhang Yanjun frowned and looked up, a little dissatisfied. It was too shabby.

"Don't frown." The little girl stretched out her hand and pressed on Zhang Yanjun's brow: "It doesn't look good."

"I haven't contacted them for a long time. They are all leaders. I don't know if this number is still useful. You can try it. Your surname is Sun, and your name is Aunt Sun." Zhang Ma gave the number.

"What's your full name?"

"Sun Jiamin, now that the Textile Bureau is gone, can it still be useful?"

"Just ask, I'll hang up first."

Zhang Yanming dialed the number given by Zhang's mother, and waited for a while before someone answered: "Textile Industry Bureau, who are you calling?"

Zhang Yanming was stunned for a moment: "Uh, I'm looking for Sun Jiamin." Didn't it say that the merger was cancelled?

"where are you?"

"Oh, my mother and she were classmates in junior high school. Their name is Liu Jinrong. I want to contact her if I need anything."

"Wait." The other person hung up the phone.

"It said it was the Textile Industry Bureau, isn't it gone?" Zhang Yanming held the phone a little strangely.

"The top is gone, how can the bottom be gone so quickly? The Ministry of Commerce has been abolished for many years, and the Commerce Bureau is still there. There are so many department personnel, taking care of so many things, and the transfer will take time."

Lao Xu seemed to know a lot, and he could come up with a few sentences for anything he said.

"Let's find a place to sit for a while. It's warm. Isn't the child cold?" Zhang Yanjun touched Zhang Xiaoyue's little face, which was cold.

"I want to go to that house." Zhang Xiaoyue pointed to the opposite side and shouted.

Tiantian porridge shop.

Several people crossed the street again and entered the porridge shop.

This is a red-sky style porridge shop with two floors. The kitchen is on the second floor. The room is air-conditioned.

A few people found a seat by the window and sat down, and the waiter brought the menu.

Zhang Yanming looked at the time and ordered lunch. He handed the menu to Lao Xu: "Come on, order a few things each. Let's have lunch here."

Lao Xu took it and took a look: "Damn, is it so expensive?"

"Dad, let's run away if it's too expensive?" The little girl whispered on Zhang Yanming's shoulder while sizing up the waiter.

"Let's eat here and see if it's authentic. Hongkong's food is quite unique and exquisite." Zhang Yanming put the little girl on the chair next to her and set out the dishes and chopsticks for her.

Lao Xu was a little embarrassed and handed the menu to Zhang Yanjun: "You guys order it, I can just take a bite."

Zhang Yanjun turned around and handed the menu to Zhang Yanming: "You can arrange it. We haven't eaten it before, so we don't know what is delicious."

Zhang Yanming ordered a few portions of salty porridge. Northeasterners are not used to sweet porridge. He also ordered some special buns and dishes. The soup was definitely indispensable.

After ordering and waiting, the phone rang.

Zhang Yanming answered the call casually.

"Hello? I'm Sun Jiamin, are you a child of the Jin Rong family?"

"Hello, Aunt Sun. Yes, I am the second eldest son of Liu Jinrong's family. My name is Zhang Yanming."

"Is your mother looking for me?"

"It's not Aunt Sun, it's me who wants to find you. My brother wants to do some business and is looking for a place. I feel that your bureau is located on that floor on the pedestrian street. I just wanted to ask you and called my mother."

"Oh, I was shocked. I thought your mother was looking for me. It must be a big deal if your mother has such a temper and wants to find me. She usually doesn't even come over. I have to check over there. It seems like everything has been sold, right? "

"Well, part of it has been sold, and there is still a three-and-a-half-story building, which is said to be filled with some things and where several families live. It's the building facing the pedestrian street."

"Oh, I know, the back of the original main building seems to have been used as a dormitory for a few years. Is anyone still living in it now?"

"Yes, he said there are not many of them left, and they are all old people. I didn't understand whether he meant the old man's qualifications or his age."

"Where are you now?"

"Just this side of the pedestrian street."

"Then you come to my office in the afternoon. I will also ask people to check the information. There are some things that I don't know much about. Do you know the Textile Building? I'm at the north end of the sixth floor. Come over at 1:30."

"Okay, please trouble Aunt Sun."
Chapter completed!