Zhang San, help Zhang San and make him happy

How do you want me to talk about Zhang San? well! It's really hard to say. Zhang San is actually a good person, and it is probably rare to find another one in the world. After I carried a gun and hunted for a few years, I changed my job and came to the work unit where Zhang San worked. After a few months of training at the grassroots level, the unit leader transferred me to the company and assigned me to do security management work. I remember that on the day of registration, Zhang San enthusiastically took me from the personnel department to his department on the same floor. Just come. I welcome you on behalf of the general practice. He even held my hand and shook it again and again, which made me so moved that I didn’t know what to say. How many people are there in general practice? Plus I*** two people. Zhang San said, we roughly divided the work. You are responsible for the "internal security" and the safety of the institution, including the family home. As for me, I am responsible for "external security" and supervise the safety production and security work of the directly affiliated and lower-level units. Of course, we have division of labor and we must cooperate. This stall has a lot going on and it’s hard to manage! I said: I will learn more from you. do not mention it. Each other... Zhang San, what do you want me to say about him? well! It's really hard to say.

Zhang San is actually a good person, and it is probably rare to find another one in the world.

After I carried a gun and hunted for a few years, I changed my job to another place and came to the work unit where Zhang San worked. After a few months of training at the grassroots level, the unit leader transferred me to the company and assigned me to do security management work. I remember that on the day of registration, Zhang San enthusiastically took me from the personnel department to his department on the same floor. Just come. I welcome you on behalf of the general practice. He even held my hand and shook it again and again, which made me so moved that I didn’t know what to say.

How many people are there in the general practice? Plus I*** two people. Zhang San said, we roughly divided the work. You are responsible for the "internal security" and the safety of the institution, including the family home. As for me, I am responsible for "external security" and supervise the safety production and security work of the directly affiliated and lower-level units. Of course, we have division of labor and we must cooperate. This stall has a lot going on and it’s hard to manage! I said: I will learn more from you. do not mention it. Each other! Zhang San waved his hands quickly and said modestly.

We will get along quite well in future cooperation. Zhang San is enthusiastic and talkative. He took me to relevant government administrative departments, such as the public security bureau, fire brigade, transportation bureau, and neighborhood committee, and told the person in charge or person in charge there that I was his right-hand man. He then took a bus with me to the county companies within our jurisdiction and to the grassroots warehouse stations to tell the people in charge of those units to fully cooperate and do a good job. He also said that I could handle daily affairs on his behalf. This makes me excited too.

In our line of work, we are busy and often run here and there. We, too, don’t have any complaints and just do our jobs in a down-to-earth manner. I am not a person who wants to make progress, but under Zhang San’s guidance, I had to “drag” along with him. Because of his "drag", our two-person department is often praised by relevant local departments and superior authorities!

However, our security work is not easy to do and complicated. Sometimes we suffer losses but have no good show. You are like a thief, who seems to have become more and more violent in the past two decades. The institution and the family home are connected together, and there are many people coming and going. There is no word "thief" written on the thief's back. It is easy to blame the guard for not being strict. In this way, the thief visited the family home and even the institution several times. . The first person to be criticized is the security department. There are bound to be some minor disturbances at the grassroots level below. Even if some of my responsibilities were my responsibility, Zhang San always shouldered them. All criticism and bonus deductions are all his responsibility. When I go to the leader, Zhang San always says that he is the section chief and he is responsible.

I told my wife these things. My wife says Zhang San is good to everyone she meets.

Which employee in the company takes a wife, marries a daughter, or just gets married himself? Zhang San likes to go there and join in the fun. He helps people make suggestions, arranges vehicles, contacts restaurants, and helps buy some things that are not easy to buy. He is very busy and proactive. Also, after Zhang San arrived, the atmosphere became lively. He can amuse, tease, and mobilize those who drink and make trouble. When the trouble reaches a certain level, he can control it. Therefore, everyone invited Zhang San early - he has become a specialist in happy events.

If someone died in any family, Zhang San took the initiative to help. He made arrangements to borrow the funeral shed, contact the band, contact the crematorium, help select a cemetery, notify relatives and friends of the deceased, dispatch vehicles, etc. He arranged these things in an orderly manner.

He is indispensable for keeping vigil at night. Everyone played cards as long as they had nothing to do. Zhang San is known as the "Light-Losing Emperor". However, he is not indifferent to others, and he never defaults on his debts.

Oh, Zhang San also carried me out and gave me an "official" title - "Mourning Captain". The so-called mourning means that several people put the body into a paper coffin, and then lift the paper coffin onto the hearse by holding the four rings of the paper coffin. After arriving at the crematorium, they lift the body from the hearse to the crematorium by hand. Even if the task is completed in front of the stove, there is no need to lift it with the shoulders like in the countryside. I have been the "captain of funeral mourners" for more than ten years. It was not until the year before last that I carried out a funeral for someone I least wanted to carry, and I stopped doing it. Therefore, with Zhang San present, the funeral at the deceased's family will be held decently and appropriately.

If Zhang San knew who was admitted to the hospital, he would definitely go to their bedside and send a bouquet of flowers, say hello and tell a few jokes. Just behave yourself in the obstetrics and gynecology ward.

At work, if the company has a dispute with a local administrative department due to improper handling of a certain matter, the best mediator is Zhang San. He can really "make things clear" once he leaves. I really don’t know how he has such great ability.

Once, a young and energetic employee of the company and a few friends went to the dance hall and had a friction with two equally young dancers, and the other party suffered a slight loss. Before leaving, she threatened to "do" him. The young employee was frightened and had to ask Zhang San for help. When Zhang San heard that it was this person, he knew that he had met a guy who was not easy to mess with. He can't be said to be from the underworld, but he is also a figure who has been in and out of the gang several times. He has a group of brothers who will make trouble even if they say they are not making trouble. After the riot, this guy was able to get away, and even the police couldn't do anything to him.

But Zhang San has his own way. He has many friends, they often eat and drink together, and he also likes to help others. Zhang San did not come forward. After Zhang San's mediation, the matter ceased.

Don’t think that just because I am talking about Zhang San’s good qualities, he is a “perfect person”. That is a big mistake. Sometimes I hate him to death.

Zhang Santai couldn’t control himself anymore.

Let’s talk about smoking. He is very addicted. Don't look at his black teeth, just grab his hand and have a look. The index and middle fingers of both hands were smoked like bacon. Some people say that if Zhang San only needs to light a lighter once a day to smoke, then he smokes less cigarettes. Isn’t it just one cigarette? Who knew that Zhang San smoked the first cigarette until it was almost the butt, so he lit the second cigarette, and when he had almost smoked the second cigarette, he lit the third cigarette, and so on, of course he only had to light the lighter once. . Therefore, Zhang San does not smoke much, at least three packs a day. These three packs are not good smokes either. inferior. Sometimes, when someone hands over a pack of good cigarettes such as "Furong King", Zhang San has to go to a small store to exchange one pack for several packs. Sometimes? He carries two packs of cigarettes on his person, a good pack to greet guests, and a bad pack to smoke by himself.

I said to Zhang San, can’t you smoke less? He doesn't care. I said your lungs will be rotten. Zhang San patted his chest, don't you think I'm fine?

And drinking. Zhang San has a large capacity for drinking. He can drink three kilograms of liquor without getting drunk. His drinking capacity has defeated countless people. The company has connections with the local government, so it is indispensable to treat guests to drinks. When encountering the opponent's master, the company released Zhang San, the "dark horse", to accompany him. He can drink and persuade, and he has a set of orders to persuade people to drink. What about "deep feelings, stewing (drinking) in one sip", "low feelings, licking to add", "if the feelings are not enough, kneel down with a glass of wine", "if the feelings are enough, drink one glass and then another". I persuaded people to pour cup after cup into their mouths. At the end, he even said to "gargle your mouth" with beer. When the waitress came to pour the wine, Zhang San stopped the waitress again. "Miss, you want to say 'the door is crooked' and 'the wall of the cup is obscene'", which made the lady almost get angry. So, Zhang San demonstrated in person, holding a beer bottle in one hand and holding the beer glass at an angle with the other hand. The beer would flow down along the wall of the beer glass, and the beer would be filled up. Unlike others who seemed to pour a full glass, the result was a little beer and half a glass of foam. In this way, the lady laughed, and everyone laughed too. Zhang San thought of some ways to accompany the guests to drink, to make them happy and satisfied, to the point where they didn’t know what was going on, and to the point where they would call her grandma when they saw the lady. Zhang San, on the other hand, remained calm and his heart did not beat.

When superiors come, they also want to compete at the dinner table. Sometimes the company can't get any bargains in formal occasions, but the benefits of good wine company are huge. So, Zhang San appeared.

Zhang San drank a lot and was good at persuading people to drink. After drinking, the other party repeatedly praised Zhang San for being good and saying that Zhang San had a bright future. As a result, the company achieved its goals through financial allocations, product targets, personnel transfers, equipment purchases, etc. So, the second and third rounds followed, with climaxes one after another, and the show became more and more exciting. The unsightly thing was the waitresses. At twelve o'clock in the evening, their bellies were so hungry that they were almost sticking to their backs.

Zhang San also often goes out to study and check his work, and it is inevitable to clink glasses. At first, he pretended to be polite, but gradually lost it, and even said that he would get drunk after drinking this glass of wine today. They wanted to overwhelm this guest and used all their tricks to make Zhang San look bad. After everyone had had a few glasses of wine, Zhang San seemed a little "drunk". At this time, Zhang San asked the host to change to a larger cup and "borrow flowers to offer to the Buddha." The first cup, thank the host for the hospitality, drink it! The second cup, I’m new to your place, I’ve made friends, let’s do it! The third cup, welcome to our place as a guest from now on, do it! The fourth cup... Hey, why is there no one on the other side? Looking under the table, I saw that the other person was leaning on the foot of the table and snoring. In this way, people know how powerful Zhang San is.

Later, the relevant local departments, higher-level departments, brother units within the system, and lower-level departments all knew that there was a Zhang San in our company who was a good drinker.

Zhang San not only drinks wine that he doesn’t pay for, he also drinks wine that he pays for. It was impossible to accompany guests for meals, so Zhang San drank the bulk grain wine he bought. Two cups for breakfast, three cups for lunch, and four cups for dinner. At 12 o'clock in the evening, he would go to a stall on a small street, grab a few chicken feet, pinch a few peanuts, order a plate of pig intestines, and have a "late night snack". Two cups are indispensable. Anyway, he probably drank more than a pound of wine in one day. Some people say that the wine Zhang San drank might be pulled by a train leather. Zhang San laughed after hearing this.

I told Zhang San, you can’t drink anymore. Zhang San said that there is an enzyme in his body that can dissolve alcohol, so it doesn't matter. I said, without that, you will be chronically poisoned. Zhang San laughed it off. His wife also tried to persuade him, but he didn't take it seriously. My wife got angry. Zhang San coaxed. I also wrote a letter of guarantee. "I won't drink liquor tomorrow." When his wife asked the next day, Zhang San really didn’t drink liquor—he drank beer. His wife quarreled again, and Zhang San wrote another letter of guarantee. "I won't drink white wine or beer tomorrow", but he drank red wine again. After writing a guarantee letter, "I will not drink white wine, beer or red wine tomorrow", Zhang San actually drank Shanghai's "Huadiao wine", which few people drink here. His wife hates him and wants him to stop drinking. So Zhang San wrote "I won't drink tomorrow." As a result, he drank "Erguotou" and "Laobaigan". It makes people laugh and cry.

Zhang San also has a hobby, which is chewing betel nut. He said chewing betel nut is appetizing and sterilizing. I don’t want the ones that are not very strong. I want the ones with the pesticide dimethoate, which will be enough. Seeing that his mouth was blistered from chewing and the soy sauce dripping from his mouth, I spoke again. Chewing too much betel nut is not good and can lead to oral cancer. Zhang San said, don't be scary, I haven't seen anyone with cancer yet. According to what you said, no one bought it on the street. I saw Xiao Huang from the Health Bureau and Dr. Ma, a physician from the city hospital, chewing betel nut, too? I was so refuted that I had nothing to say. So, while Zhang San was chewing his betel nut, he was humming vaguely to the tune of "There are betel nuts on the high trees, whoever climbs up first will taste them first...". In this way, Zhang San did not chew much betel nut every day, just like smoking, three packs a day.

Zhang San also has the habit of drinking tea. This tea should be impeccable, right? Medical science also says that drinking tea appropriately is good for health. But Zhang San also drank too much. In his extra-large transparent plastic travel cup, instead of holding the tea leaves with three fingers, he uses five fingers to grab them. The result is that the cup is half tea and half water. The tea was as strong as cow urine. He drank tea without clearing the cup. The tea stains on the cup were sallow and sallow. I said he was holding a urine bucket. I said, Zhang San, it’s a good thing for you to drink tea. But things must be reversed at their extremes. If you drink too much, theophylline will still be harmful to people. But Zhang San said I was making a fuss out of a molehill.

To be honest, Zhang San adopts or listens to my opinions in other aspects, but he is unconstrained in these details of his life, which makes me feel very distressed.

In the end, it was not me or his wife who fixed Zhang San’s bad habits, but the doctor and himself, but it was already too late. He had just celebrated his forty-fifth birthday. Zhang San told me that he was feeling a little uncomfortable, and I told him to go see a doctor. He said, it doesn't matter. I said, don’t be careless! He said it didn't matter.

Two days later, he and I drove a van assigned to our department by the company and went to a county company to inspect work. On the way back, I drove the car, and Zhang San and a young man from the county sat in the back. Zhang San, who usually talks and laughs, said nothing today, and I even made fun of him. Why did he behave so well today? He said he had chest pain, and I said let’s go to the hospital quickly. But before I could finish my words, Zhang San passed out. The young man in the same car supported him. What about me? Regardless of whether it was against the rules or not, I drove the car very fast. When I got to the city, I ran several red lights and rushed to the hospital like lightning. Zhang San's life was temporarily saved. After some examination, what appeared in front of me were the two words I didn't want to see the most, and it was at an advanced stage where it was impossible to save. "Chemotherapy," "radiotherapy," and surgical treatments were all of no avail. It stabbed my heart deeply like two knives dyed bright red. But I can't tell Zhang San. Zhang San's wife's eyes were red from crying, but she acted serious when she wanted to see Zhang San. The doctor told Zhang San that your illness is not serious and you must cooperate with our treatment, okay? Zhang San said, OK. The doctor said you should give up your bad habits. Is it that serious? Zhang San still has deep feelings for the habit of following him for many years. The doctor's attitude was very firm, and Zhang San remained silent.

Zhang San gets injections and medicine in the hospital every day, which is the best medicine! For someone who has never been in a hospital, Zhang San's days are like years.

What about me? I have to deal with daily work every day, but I also have to take time to see him. One day, I saw Zhang San hiding in the toilet and smoking again, and my face suddenly sank. I just couldn't stand it anymore, just this once. Zhang San almost begged. But I still snatched away the remaining half of his cigarette. Zhang San said, I am not sick if I am not sick. Why do I get so sick when I get sick? I can only criticize people by saying how can people avoid getting sores and diseases after eating whole grains?

After staying for more than ten days, Zhang San couldn't hold it in the hospital any longer and was clamoring to be discharged. When the doctor saw that Zhang San was in this condition and was now a little more stable, he agreed to Zhang San's request. Go out for a few days and then come back. Zhang San agreed. I thought to myself, I’m still coming, I’m still coming to see you! He said "Bye" cheerfully.

After returning home, Zhang San felt at ease. His wife relied on him for everything, including three meals a day and taking care of her carefully. He had never seen her so gentle before. However, he still felt weak and his body felt heavy. When he went to the office, he felt familiar with the table, chairs, computer and the inconspicuous garbage basket. He turned on the computer and saw those photos that others had taken of him, where he was in high spirits and was very proud of drinking. Now for the first time, he felt annoyed. What's bothering you? He couldn't say anything. He wanted to check the recent work situation, and he was satisfied with the reflected situation and said thank you for your hard work. When he walked around various offices, every leader and employee greeted him, and he felt a sense of guilt. No one thought that Zhang San would say his final goodbyes to his relatives, leaders, and colleagues in the place where he worked and lived.

Zhang San was taken to the hospital by ambulance again.

The doctor saw that Zhang San’s time was running out, so he had to make things clear to him. Zhang San seemed to be mentally prepared, but he was still stunned. With the instinct of survival, he still wanted to grab a life-saving straw. Can I still have surgery? The doctor shook his head. It can still..., it can still..., the doctor can only shake his head helplessly. Zhang San was completely disappointed. He, a strong man, finally shed tears. Like a condemned man, he was just waiting for the day of execution. If he died today, he might be better off. And this day is not far away but I don't know what day it is, and he is suffering every minute.

Zhang Sanzai regretted it. Why didn't I listen to you in the first place? How I don’t want to leave you and I don’t want to leave this world. well! How good it is to be alive. Why do I drink so much? The company won't say that I committed meritorious deeds by drinking. Alas, alas! I'm stupid! I don't know how to comfort or advise. Everything at this time is superfluous. The two of us just stared at each other in silence. he cried. I cried.

On this day, Zhang San called me, and I put my ear to his mouth and heard his difficult and unclear words: wine, wine. I looked at him and he looked greedy. I look at his wife. His wife nodded slightly. I used a spoon to put it one spoon at a time to Zhang San's mouth, which was very difficult to open and close, and let it flow in along the corners of his mouth. Zhang San was satisfied. laughed.

At night, Zhang San looked at me with a dull look, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

Probably thinking that I could sometimes help him take care of his soon-to-be-broken home, and thinking that I would burn a stick of incense on his grave in the future. What else are you thinking about? Can I not? He looked at his wife and children again, his affectionate eyes filled with a sense of guilt. What kind of guilt should I bear? His relatives wanted to keep him, and he didn't want to leave, but the judge of Hell had already thrown the token to the ground, and there was no place for him in the world of heaven.

Zhang San finally left. Not a word was left.

On the mourning hall, there is a humorous photo of Zhang San. Usually people laugh when they see this photo of him, but now everyone hangs their heads. He usually helps with funeral arrangements, but now someone else is serving him. I, the "official" who was named "the mourning captain" by Zhang San, actually wore white gloves to "carry" a good colleague and good friend who had been with me day and night for twenty years. I swear that I will never be a "mourning captain" again.

I regret that my advice to Zhang San was too soft. If only I had been tougher and more resolute... Alas, there is no if!

I suddenly remembered Zhang San’s words: How good it is to be alive. Yes, how wonderful it is to be alive! But don’t remember it until Zhang San remembers it