Borrow a chicken to lay eggs.

I haven't been in touch for a long time, but somehow I suddenly dreamed of Director Li, and I dreamed that he was dead? And the cause of death is unknown, one said that he hanged himself because of the pressure of work; one said that he drank to death: everyone was having a good time, and when they saw Li Chu's movement, their eyes were already straight, and the muscles on their faces were stiff. This dream is the same as the real thing. When I woke up, the night was deep, as deep as an ancient well. The ticking bell seems to be the sound of dripping water. I opened my eyes and lay in the gloom. The sound of a car's engine came from the road, from far to near, and from near to far, and then faded away.

It's been a long time since we had contact, about three or four years.

The last time I saw him was at his chemical sales company. The day before, he called me and said that he had opened a company and asked me to take a look and find a way to help him sell some products. At that time, I was in charge of the overall work of a company, which also happened to use some chemical products. The so-called sales company is actually a store of dozens of square metres, the store is a little biased, and there is not much decoration, everything is very large. After chatting with him for a while, I was getting ready to leave. A fat middle-aged man in uniform went out at the door, and Director Li introduced that this was the vice president of the Y City Court. Then he introduced me.

The vice president stared at me with straight eyes, and said in a loud voice: "Fortunately, I will be lucky!" At the same time, he grabbed my hand and shook it hard. I was sick to my stomach with a mouth full of wine. "I'm going to be the east tonight, and I'm going to invite you to Huiyuan to eat game. Singing and dancing are all covered!" He's got a lot of stuff like he's meeting an old acquaintance. I repeatedly refused, but he repeatedly maintained: If you don't agree tomorrow, I will never let you go! I think he probably drank some wine and pretended to be crazy. Director Li only laughed on the side, and did not solve the siege. The confrontation lasted for a while. Director Li was probably afraid that I would be annoyed, so he said that my niece was a busy person, and she had to make an appointment to invite her to dinner. The fat man let go of his hand in a daze, and said in surprise and unwillingly: "Niece? When did you pop up with a niece?"

When I was familiar with Director Lee, I had just made my debut. I don't know anything about that industry. At that time, Director Li was the director of the raw material supply department in a large state-owned enterprise with more than 10,000 employees (the name of the enterprise was inscribed by Premier Li Peng himself). He's a hot character. Hundreds of suppliers are vying to make friends with it, and it seems that whoever wants to get involved with Director Li will become the boss of the same industry. When I was transferred to the company's sales department, I happened to meet Director Li's daughter-in-law getting married, and the company sent me to send me a favour. Beforehand, I felt that the company was driving me to death. Listening to the seniors, this is a person who is difficult to get into, and if you want to go through his back door, don't even think about it. Every word you say to him, he will take a note (just a recording) of it for future testimony in court. How does my little girl deal with those veterans? I haven't practiced the Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending. I don't know if I will be beaten by them.

The leader didn't care about this, handed me a thick red envelope, and said: If you send it out, you will come back; if you can't send it out, you will live there. Whether you can gain a foothold in Y City in the future depends on this time. I've never met Director Li, and I don't know what to do.Approach him. I searched for a while in the factory area before I found the supply office (one kilometre away from the headquarters office building). It was an old three-storey building, freshly painted and white. There is a circular pool in front of the door, with built-in rockeries and fountains. In front of the building and behind the building, there are dwarf magnolias. Director Lee's office is on the second floor. The door was open, and a man of about fifty years of age with a tame face sat behind the large boss's desk, reading a red-headed document. I knocked on the door, and he didn't even raise his head, he just said, get out! This office is small, I guess it's the smallest office in the building. Facing the window, there is a filing cabinet on one side, a table in the centre, and two chairs. Director Li sat down and put a handful on the opposite side. I came out, introduced myself, and sat down across from him. I don't think he's as approachable as I think, but rather rude and kind. He looked a bit like my father, especially with a straight nose and a full forehead. It just so happened that we were a family five hundred years ago, so I had an idea to use this as an excuse to get close to him. At first his face was faint, and I knew that it was a purely polite response. After that, I took out a family photo from my wallet and showed it to him. After seeing it, he became excited for a while, saying that he and his wife had no siblings. He was two years younger than my father, so it was only natural that he would become my uncle. Director Li's home is located on a slope in the living area, surrounded by sparse flowers and trees. This is an old-fashioned house, and it belongs to the kind of house with a small hall. There is a large oil painting hanging in the middle of the living room, the painting is the small bridge and flowing water house in the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, the thick oil paint is smeared into a thick brushstroke, the distance is like a misty rain scene, the shadows of the trees on both sides of the stone bridge seem to be moving, the boat passes by, and the rippling waves swing out of the rhythm of Tang poems and Song words. Aunt Zhang (Director Li's wife) informed me that it was painted by her little girl, Jin'er. Once I met Jin'er, who was studying in Wuhan at Director Li's house, and found that we were really a little similar. This girl is the pearl of his family, the treasure of his heart. In this way, our stakeholders seem to be a little closer again. Director Li's house has a large fish tank with several tropical fish in it. Director Li would occasionally help Aunt Zhang buy some sand and aquatic plants for the bottom of the tank. Director Li said: This fish is your Aunt Zhang's companion, the children are not around, and I have no time to accompany her, only the fish to accompany her. I listened to these words in my heart, and whenever I had time, I went to accompany Aunt Zhang, sometimes to go out with her to play cards, and sometimes to teach her to knit beautiful sweaters at home. Occasionally, Aunt Zhang would talk to me about Director Chen's difficulties: everyone saw him eating meat and drinking soup, but no one saw him starving and cold. In the position of Director Li, life is actually really difficult. Especially when the New Year is approaching, the heads of various enterprises who come to ask for debts are eager to eat him. The whole building was full of people who came to ask for debts, and sometimes the flower beds were full of people (I finally knew why his office was the smallest one). Those who get the money are elated, and those who can't get the money are either depressed, or crying and scolding their mothers. Once, Director Li took out the No. 1 document issued by the headquarters to show me his obligations.

It's a billion. I owe the supplier 100 million a year, and I say that I borrow a chicken to lay eggs (I'm afraid that the eggs here have not been laid, and the chickens have died). Failure to complete the obligation to deduct wages, bonuses, or transfer from the post. Larger units are fine, but smaller units are likely to be dragged to death by them. This makes many enterprises in a dilemma: if they continue to do it, they will not make money; if they don't, the receivables will become dead accounts. He said, I'm really afraid that if I continue to do it, Jin'er will be kidnapped. A year later, I left the sales department and transferred to the company's headquarters, and soon heard that Director Li had resigned and gone to sea. Not long after, I heard that the sun had set on this once-thriving company.