Chapter 242: The Man of the Glory Falls to the Bottom

The blow that life dealt to her was not just Chen Qing's appearance on "People's Crafts".

Soon, she learned that Zhao Guangrong was corrupt.

Give her a second strike with precision!

The reason why she declined Chen Qing in the first place was because Zhao Guangrong helped her to get in touch with the deputy director of the sewing machine factory.

Now that Zhao Guangrong has fallen, she is in a bad situation on both ends.

The only good news is that Chen Qing has resigned.

Xi Gaomin immediately decided to find Chen Qing.

But someone blocked her.

The fact that Chen Qinglian pulled down two senior leaders of the machinery factory was enough to prove her ability.

She is famous and her every move easily sparks discussion. In addition, she has a pure heart and dares to stand out. For the country, she is an indispensable talent.

But they don't need such capable subordinates to be leaders.

I would rather the garment factory has no future than lose my position.

Even machinery factories think so.

If she dares to resign, do we have to indulge her?

They knew how difficult Chen Qing was to deal with, so they would rather spend a large sum of money to bribe the people in the Revolutionary Committee than invite her back.

Secretary Yang is exactly what he wanted.

Director Shen was anxious and uneasy.

The two people have completely different thoughts in their hearts.

The news of Chen Qing's resignation also spread in the alley, and the rumor changed from "Learn from Chen Qing" to "Don't learn from Chen Qing".

Many people are calling Chen Qing stupid.

He had such a good and stable job but refused it and went out of his temper to hit someone.

Zhang Dongmei's mother-in-law, Old Lady Qin, and Aunt Yu said, "In my opinion, Chen Qing is relying on the fact that her partner is a researcher and has a high salary, otherwise why would she dare to quit?"

Because of her broken waist, Aunt Yu, who had been silent for a long time, nodded repeatedly: "That's right, she said she wanted to beat up the Zhao family father and son, but they were arrested. She is like a joke."

"She deserves it! She's so arrogant!"

Old Lady Qin hated Chen Qing to death.

Her daughter-in-law had Chen Qing's support, so she couldn't exploit this country bumpkin at will.

The two of them kept chirping at Chen Qing.

He Yuxiang and Xiaoyu also heard these rumors. Looking at their aunt who was sitting leisurely on the swing, they really admired her calmness.

He Yuxiang asked: "What are your plans?"

"Eat and wait for death."

Chen Qingle.

He Yuxiang rolled his eyes.

Chen Qing felt that he was like a parent who couldn't stand his children playing. She had only rested for two days, but he was already nagging her and was dissatisfied with everything about her.

"Is it Chen Qing's family?"

The postman outside shouted.

Xiaoyu: "Yes, it's Chen Qing's house."

She ran out on her short legs.

The postman looked down at the tender little radish head, supported his knees with his hands, lowered his head and asked softly: "Where is your adult? You need an adult to receive the letter."

Xiaoyu turned around and shouted, "Aunt, uncle said you can only receive the letter when you come."

The old men and women at the entrance of the alley heard the news and immediately stood at the forefront of gossip.

Now that Chen Qing has lost his job, they have become more active again. They went from avoiding him to approaching him and laughing at him.

Old Lady Qin asked the postman, "Comrade, who sent the letter to Chen Qing?"

The postman smiled and said, "It's from People's Crafts. There's a remittance slip inside, so I have to wait for the person in person to arrive before I can send the letter out."

Wow——

Remittance slip!

People's Craft!

Mrs. Qin asked hurriedly, "Is it in the newspaper?"

"Yes, it occupies a large space." The postman laughed and said, "But you may not be able to see it for the time being. Our post office's newspaper about People's Crafts disappeared as soon as it was put up."

Old Lady Qin didn't believe it and muttered, "How can it be so welcome?"

The postman didn't reply to her. He handed the letter to Chen Qing himself and rode away on his bicycle.

Aunt Yu had a physical fear of Chen Qing, so she could only hide behind others and ask, "How much is on your remittance slip?"

Nowadays everyone’s salary is transparent.

If you have to buy something big, you have to let the organization know where your money is coming from.

This also means that the amount of money in each household can be roughly estimated.

Chen Qing opened the envelope and didn't read the contents of the letter for the time being. She looked at the remittance slip and was a little shocked: "Forty yuan."

"What!"

"forty!"

“How can you make so much money by submitting articles?”

"That's a manuscript for People's Crafts. You have to teach something before it can be published in the newspaper. Maybe the teacher will have to move it to a secondary school classroom to teach students."

A little girl passing by explained, but was urged by her grandfather to go home.

Old Lady Qin's face was distorted. It was really weird. How come Chen Qing had such good fortune!

I just lost my job, but I can still earn 40 yuan from writing articles.

"You can only earn it once, right?"

Everyone felt comforted when this was said. She lost her long-term job and only got 40 yuan. This deal was not worth it.

Chen Qing put away the remittance slip and glanced at the letter. Seeing their jealous and ferocious expressions, he nodded hesitantly.

They felt refreshed instantly.

What Chen Qing didn't say was that if all went well and the manuscript could be published as a manual, she would receive another one-time payment.

She turned and went back into the house.

Everyone started talking again and criticized Chen Qing for selling his job.

People inside the machinery factory were also laughing at Chen Qing's irrational behavior.

In particular, Master Wang from the third workshop was the most excited: "I said she couldn't get anything done as a woman. Look, what did I say? She has no job now. Let's see who will want her in the future!"

"I have inside information. I heard that the factory leaders would rather give money to the Revolutionary Committee than recruit Chen Qing." A man chattered.

That's right, he was the one who had been deducted points by Chen Qing. He was so embarrassed at that time. Now he finally had a chance to step on Chen Qing, and naturally he wanted to step on him hard.

The two of them sang the same tune, as if Chen Qing would starve to death if he left the machinery factory.

Many people thought that Chen Qing had disliked the factory leaders and must be a bad person, so they followed suit and cursed him.

For a time, scolding Chen Qing seemed to be politically correct.

They also increasingly expected Chen Qing to have a worse life.

Because watching the man of the hour hit rock bottom.

It's really refreshing.

But the machinery factory held a meeting on Monday, and those who needed to go to the playground for the meeting, as well as those who were listening to the radio, all heard Secretary Yang praising Chen Qing.

More importantly,

Those who followed Chen Qing to help allocate houses received an enamel basin and two towels.

Tian Mengya, Talia, Wang Meihua and three comrades from the Housing Management Bureau received awards from the machinery factory under the attention of everyone.

The scrap steel department also received the long-awaited red flag of excellence as they wished, and can receive more bills when wages are paid!

People who follow her always seem to get better and better.

For a moment, everyone had different thoughts.

Chen Qing is no longer in the machinery factory, but she is always the hot topic in the factory.

I had just calmed down when I heard that the Women's Daily reprinted the article Chen Qing submitted to People's Crafts.

For a moment, curiosity drove everyone to see what Chen Qing had submitted.

Exquisite painting style and in-depth and concise teaching.

A wedding dress that completely sets off a new trend!