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One day, my old junior high school classmate called and said that he had brought me a big bamboo shoot from his home. I said I was at work and there was no one at home. He said nothing. He had already made an agreement with the doorman. He left the bamboo shoots in the doorman's reception room and asked me to pick them up after work. I even said thank you.

This old junior high school classmate is my deskmate and has a good relationship. He has an industry in the county, but he often drives back to his hometown in the countryside and brings back some agricultural products to share with me. There are winter bamboo shoots in winter, spring bamboo shoots in summer, peaches in summer and oranges in autumn. Occasionally, he will bring home-brewed glutinous rice wine and sweet potato shochu.

According to him, the bamboo shoots he brought this time weighed more than 20 kilograms, and he personally went to Zhushan to dig at five in the morning. The doorman said my name before letting him go, and the doorman reluctantly agreed.

I think the doorman of this property is too much. Isn't their salary the property fee we pay? If we don't even do the tasks of delivering letters and looking after things temporarily, I really don't know what we are doing to keep our property.

When I came home from work, I had forgotten the bamboo shoots of the doorman. I didn't remember until my old classmates called to ask. So I hurried downstairs, and in the gatehouse of the property, I really saw a big bamboo shoot. Although it doesn't weigh more than 20 kilograms, it must weigh more than 10 kilograms.

I saw the doorman, an old man in his seventies, who was usually very kind. I don't know why I didn't agree with my classmates to entrust bamboo shoots to him this morning, and I was a little unhappy. So when he smiled at me, I almost had no expression. I asked him, "Is this a bamboo shoot?" He said, "There is only one bamboo shoot today. It should be."

I live on the fifth floor. There is no elevator in our building. I walked from the first floor to the fifth floor with a bamboo shoot on my back. Unexpectedly, carrying this bamboo shoot made me sweat. When I got home, I peeled bamboo shoots three or two times to prevent them from aging. Then I covered the peeled bamboo shoots with a layer of plastic wrap and prepared to put them in the refrigerator.

Don't underestimate this bamboo shoot. There are a lot of shells peeled off, two kilograms, almost full of a garbage bag. I had to pick up this big bag of bamboo shoots from the fifth floor, walk to the trash can at the door of the community and throw it in.

I was about to go back upstairs when the doorman stopped me and told me that Lao Hong, who lives in Room 402 of a building 1 Unit, had just been here. According to Lao Hong, this bamboo shoot was brought to him by his brother from his hometown. He went to work during the day, and his brother put it in the property reception room.

Shit, if what Lao Hong said is true, who took my bamboo shoots? But the doorman vowed that there was really only one bamboo shoot at the door today.

I had to call my junior high school classmates to check it out.

"Are you sure you left the bamboo shoots with the property doorman?" I asked.

"Yes, what's the matter?" He said.

"But I don't know whether the bamboo shoots of the doorman in the community belong to the neighbors or mine." I said.

"My bamboo shoots are not the doorman of your community, but the doorman of your unit." He replied.