After hanging up the phone, Zhang Guoqiang was the only one left in the office.
A surge of immense joy and a sense of accomplishment welled up in his chest, and he longed to share this happiness with someone.
Looking around, my gaze fell on the floor-standing radio in the corner, which was covered with a thin layer of dust.
That was a "luxury item" left behind by the former factory director, Lü Shouqian. After Lü Shouqian fell from power, this thing was just left here.
Zhang Guoqiang used to be so busy that he was always on his feet, and he had to take care of everything at the factory. He didn't have time to tinker with this thing.
But today is different!
He straightened up from his chair, strode over, wiped his hands with his sleeves, and randomly pressed a few buttons on the radio.
First came a series of crackling electrical sounds that tickled the ears, followed by a slow, sweet melody.
It's Teresa Teng's "The Moon Represents My Heart." This song has been incredibly popular in the last two years; everyone on the street knows a few lines.
"You ask me how deep my love for you is..."
The gentle, lingering singing voice instantly filled the small office.
Zhang Guoqiang is usually tone-deaf and doesn't understand any kind of mood, but he was in such a good mood at the moment, and the melody was particularly fitting for the occasion (although he didn't realize what occasion it was fitting for), that he started humming along, nodding and swaying his head awkwardly.
He walked to the window and carefully picked up the small, glossy green spider plant on the windowsill.
This spider plant was bought from Zhao Damei last time. He put it in his office and watered and loosened the soil every day, taking great care of it.
Holding this vibrant green plant in his arms, which also held some indescribable thoughts, and listening to "The Moon Represents My Heart," Zhang Guoqiang's usually tense heart finally relaxed.
He got a little carried away, gently swaying his body while holding the flowerpot, his fingers unconsciously rubbing against the smooth leaves of the spider plant, the cool leaves tickling his fingertips.
How much do I love you...?
Just as he hummed this line, his mood reached its peak.
Knock knock knock!
There was a gentle knock on the office door.
Zhang Guoqiang froze, his singing abruptly stopping, as if he had been choked.
He turned around abruptly and saw the slightly ajar door pushed open, revealing Zhao Damei's delicate yet somewhat aloof face in the doorway.
She was holding a receipt book, clearly there to pick up goods on Li Ping's behalf.
Time seemed to stand still.
Zhang Guoqiang held the green ivy in a stiff posture, his face still bearing the lingering smile and humming of the song from just moments before, as if he had been frozen in place.
A wave of immense embarrassment washed over him instantly, and he felt his face suddenly burn, turning red all the way down to the roots of his neck!
I wish I could disappear into a crack in the ground!
Especially when I think about how I just hummed "How Much Do I Love You?"
...My God! How much did she hear?!
"Director Zhang... Director Zhang?"
Zhao Damei was clearly taken aback, not expecting to see Zhang Guoqiang like this... well, an unusual side of him.
Her gaze lingered on the spider plant she had sold in his arms before returning to his face, which was practically steaming with rage.
Her eyes flickered slightly at the corner, as if hiding a hint of a smile, but it was so quick that it was impossible to catch, and in the blink of an eye, she returned to her usual calm.
"I...I'm here to pick up the order slip for this afternoon for Sister Ping."
Her voice remained the same, neither too loud nor too soft, calm and steady, as if she hadn't heard or seen anything at all.
"Oh! Oh! Delivery note! Yes, yes, yes!"
Zhang Guoqiang seemed to have just come to his senses. He hurriedly placed the spider plant on the windowsill, almost knocking the flowerpot over in his haste. He quickly reached out to steady it.
He rushed to the desk almost simultaneously, pulled open the drawers and rummaged through them until he finally found the receipt.
My fingertips were trembling slightly as I handed it over.
Zhao Damei took the document, checked it carefully, and nodded: "Thank you, Director Zhang."
She turned to leave, but her gaze swept over the spider plant on the windowsill again, as if she hesitated for a moment.
Zhang Guoqiang caught that subtle look in her eyes, and his heart skipped a beat!
Chance!
He took a deep breath, as if to encourage himself, and suddenly pulled open the door of a cabinet next to his desk.
Inside, a stack of books was neatly arranged: "The Complete Guide to Home Potted Plant Care," "Flower Disease and Pest Control," "Appreciation and Cultivation of Foliage Plants," and so on.
There were also several small paper packets and glass bottles nearby, labeled with phrases such as "Petunia seeds specially supplied by the Academy of Agricultural Sciences," "Orchid-specific nutrient solution," and "Slow-release fertilizer."
"Um... Comrade Da Mei!"
Zhang Guoqiang's voice was a little strained as he pointed to the cabinet full of things.
"I can see you really enjoy gardening. These... these books, and these seeds, nutrient solutions, and stuff like that, I got them from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences through someone. They're all good stuff! Why don't you... take them home and take a look? You might find them useful."
Looking at the cabinet full of things that had clearly been prepared with care, Zhao Damei's eyes flashed with genuine surprise and delight.
Her love for flowers and plants comes from the bottom of her heart.
But that little bit of light faded away in no time, suppressed by her usual clear-headedness and politeness.
"Director Zhang, this is too valuable."
She gently shook her head, her tone still gentle, but the force in her words was quite strong.
"I appreciate your kindness, but I can't accept this for nothing. How much is it? I'll pay you." He said, reaching into his pocket for his wallet.
Zhang Guoqiang panicked and quickly waved his hand.
"No, no, no! Really, there's no need! Comrade Da Mei, please don't feel bad! You saved the lives of my three little rascals, and I've never properly thanked you! This little thing is nothing, really..."
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