Chapter 84 Then, wait for good news from Big Brother
After Wen Zhu and her friends finished their meal, they went to the bus station and waited until the last bus was about to leave, but her father still didn't come back.
So I had to take a bus home.
"Aren't we going to wait anymore?" Qian Xusen was surprised. "Isn't that your biological father? Are you just going to ignore him like this?"
Wen Zhu rolled his eyes at him and said, "It's obvious that you didn't listen carefully. My dad told me when he came here that he would go back on his own if he couldn't wait."
"So you really don't care?"
"What else can I do? I don't even know where he is. If I can't find him, will I have to sleep on the street at night?"
She believes in her own father, and anyone who is favored by the heroine Xu Niannian must be good-for-nothing.
So as a daughter, I can't help. All I can do is to protect my own safety, not cause trouble for her father, go home quietly and wait for news.
Wen Hong, who was being talked about by his daughter, was now leisurely sitting in the director's office of the city's cotton mill, drinking tea and chatting.
When Director Wu saw Wen Hong for the first time, he was slightly shocked, but after a moment he looked back to normal and started chatting with him.
"You, you, you finally came back to see me, your old leader. Tell me, you, tell me, I have invited you so many times, but you always refused on the grounds that your children are still young and you have to take care of your family. I also know that when you were accused of something, everyone was trying to protect themselves, and you were disappointed. Alas, it really is..."
The first thing he said when they met was that he had gone to the countryside. Wen Hong naturally didn't think it was a coincidence. He had already expected such a test.
So he smiled and waved his hands, saying sincerely, "My old leader, what are you talking about? It's been more than ten years, who still remembers this? I only remember how good you were to me. Even in my dreams, I still long for the cornmeal buns you used to break open and give me half. Those buns were so fragrant, and the taste has been lingering in my memory for so many years."
No matter why he chose to keep a low profile back then, Wen Hong didn't care about it now. He just needed to get back to the common topic between them and regain the sense of familiarity before he could continue with his purpose of returning to work in the factory.
Wen Hong walked forward and poured tea for Director Wu, respectfully handing it to him with both hands, without any sign of resentment, and then sat back in his original seat.
When Director Wu heard Wen Hong mention the cornmeal buns from that year, he remembered the bun distribution incident and his own mother who had passed away long ago. He instantly felt closer to Wen Hong.
"Yes, that steamed bun was made by my mother. After she passed away, I never had such delicious cornmeal steamed buns again."
The two of them became close all of a sudden. After all, they had a friendship from their youth and they also worked together. Even though they hadn't seen each other for a long time, they could instantly find common topics.
Wen Hong continued to sigh, "I'm not flattering you and can sit here and chat with you today. This is all God's will."
Director Wu instantly became interested. "What do you mean?"
Wen Hongcai then began to speak. "I had a dream a few days ago. I dreamed of when we were young, working hard together on production. You led a group of us, busy from beginning to end, talking and laughing. The dream was too short, and I woke up. Thinking about it, I really miss you."
Changing the subject, he continued, "What a coincidence! I had the dream exactly the next day. My eldest son sent me some southern specialties. Can you guess what they are?"
Director Wu became even more interested and followed up on his words, asking, "What is it? What makes you speak so mysteriously?"
"What a coincidence! It's your favorite Rain-Predawn Longjing tea. When I got the tea, I looked at it again and again. I couldn't bear to drink it. I just thought, I must give this sip to my old leader first. Thinking about it, even a grown man like me couldn't help but burst into tears."
"Hey, hey, hey, don't make me cry. You're already in your forties or fifties, don't be so sentimental!"
Although Director Wu said this, his eyes couldn't help but turn red as he smiled.
"You're the only one who still remembers my taste for this tea. However, I can't accept this good tea. It's against the rules. You should take it back."
Wen Hong stood up and stuffed the tea leaves under Director Wu's desk. "What are you talking about? I'm not here to see Director Wu. I'm here as a younger brother to see my older brother and bring him some local specialties. How does this have anything to do with accepting gifts? Anyone can be criticized, but you have nothing to do with it!"
Director Wu smiled and pointed at him, "You kid, you're still as stubborn as you were back then. Okay, okay, I'll accept this specialty gift from my younger brother."
Factory Director Wu couldn't stop talking once he'd been provoked. "It's been over a decade, and some of the older brothers and sisters are no longer around. We're the only ones from that era who can still talk and chat."
Wen Hong quickly stood up, moved his stool next to Director Wu, and patted him on the shoulder.
Director Wu was even more emotional. He took Wen Hong's hand and patted it. "I used to call you Little Wen, but now more than ten years have passed. It's time to call you Old Wen."
"That's not true. Back then, you were the big brother of our hospital. We all trusted you! Now, you are still my big brother!"
The two chatted about the past for a long time before they realized it was getting late.
"It's almost time to get off work. If you don't mind me doing farm work, please come and have a meal together."
Director Wu declined for a few times, but finally agreed.
At the dinner table, Wen Hong ordered all the dishes that Director Wu liked, which made Director Wu feel relieved. It seemed that these former employees recognized him as the director.
After three rounds of drinks, Director Wu slowly opened up and mentioned some management and production problems in the factory to Wen Hong.
"The factory now isn't as motivated as your generation was before. They don't accept leadership from me, the factory director. The young people have their own team. They don't obey me! It would be great if you could come back and help me!"
Wen Hong did not agree immediately. It was just a sigh, and he still knew his own limitations.
So we turned to talking about how to solve the problem.
"There's nothing to worry about. You can simply assign them production targets. Team leaders can be supervised by workers and can be replaced. As long as they want to be team leaders, they will constantly identify problems, raise them, and solve them. The same applies to the head team leader."
And you, the ruler behind this problem-solving force. With you in control of the situation, won't this person be obedient?
Director Wu was just complaining, but he didn't expect to hear something useful. He even hoped that Wen Hong could return to his post.
But thinking of his younger brother, the two of them had a bitter feud. If they fell out in the same factory, it would affect the entire factory. As the factory director, he had to consider many aspects. So he swallowed the invitation that was on his lips.
"Thank you for your advice, brother. I'll thank you later if I can solve it."
Wen Hong's eyes flashed with light, and he smiled elegantly and calmly, "Then, wait for the good news from Big Brother!"
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