After most of the people had left...
Sha Zhu, with a sly grin, pulled a large piece of fatty meat from the package he had just taken out. He walked over to Qin Huairu, holding the meat, and said with a grin, "Hey, Sister Qin, look what this is?"
Qin Huairu glanced at it briefly before looking away, silently taking a step back and forcing a smile: "It's fine, silly Zhu, let's replenish the rainwater today."
"Hey, what are you saying? This is to help you recover."
“It’s not appropriate.” Qin Huairu frowned. “I’m doing fine lately, I don’t need any supplements.”
Qin Huairu was telling the truth.
She has now fully integrated into the factory.
Previously, she had a hard time working in the factory because she was ostracized. Later, with the intervention of the Women's Federation and the broadcast on the radio, everyone knew about this independent and strong woman. She successfully integrated into the factory's female workers and even became an idol among them. This was also due to praise from others, and Wang Shouren's constant encouragement and encouragement about the importance of learning.
Sure enough, her skills have improved by leaps and bounds. Don't underestimate her just because she's only a first-level worker; her current skill level is almost at the third level.
However, the worker-level assessment is only held once every three years, so I can only take it next year.
The factory has already given her special treatment once; it's impossible for it to happen a second time.
At home, Jia Zhangshi truly kept her word. At least, she no longer acted like a lord, lying at home all day doing nothing, and stopped doing chores like cooking, washing clothes, and cleaning.
Aside from the overly indulgent "stick" trope, everything else is pretty good.
"Sister Qin, what's our relationship? Brother Dongxu has been kind to me..."
"No need, Sha Zhu, you can leave it for the rainwater." Qin Huairu's voice turned cold, and she didn't even bother washing the clothes, just carried them home.
Sha Zhu stood there, holding the meat, his fists clenched, his eyes shifting between light and shadow.
Looking out the window with puzzled eyes, Jia Zhangshi muttered to herself, "If it's not that idiot... then who is it? From the factory?"
Two weeks later, Wang Shouren set off early in the morning. Today he had to go back to school to fill out his college application. These days, both universities and vocational schools required applications in advance. As for whether he would be admitted, that depended entirely on his estimated score.
He filled in the names of several vocational schools in Beijing, but there weren't many to choose from, as there were only a few in total.
The majors I applied for were all mechanical engineering-related, but the real challenge began when I entered vocational school.
His plan was to get a job as a technician at the steel rolling mill.
The future is complicated. After all, the steel rolling mill is a large factory with tens of thousands of employees, a department-level unit. Moreover, most of the events in the original story revolve around Director Li (who is not yet the deputy factory director) and people like Xu Damao. He knows who to avoid in advance so that he can get through those ten years peacefully.
Overall, the plan is in place; now it's time to roll it up.
Yes, his plan seemed utterly absurd by today's standards. It's not that technicians were bad, but being assigned to a steel rolling mill after graduating from a vocational school in Beijing was incredibly ridiculous.
The companies below are desperately short of talent. Of a hundred vocational school graduates, at most only two or three will stay in Beijing, and Wang Shouren is competing for that two or three percent chance. The difficulty is quite high, and he is prepared to be the king of exam questions.
A week later, the results came out.
Sha Zhu was all smiles early in the morning, waiting to see Wang Shouren make a fool of himself: "Hey, you 'knowledge dung' (idiot), I heard you're getting results today?"
Wang Shouren glanced at him and just smiled: "Shazhu, you get ready. Tonight, let the big guys in the yard have a good look at the show."
"Haha, I'll be waiting for you!" Sha Zhu rubbed his hands excitedly.
Upon arriving at school, everyone had their own expressions: some were beaming with joy, clearly having done well on the exam; others looked dejected; and still others seemed indifferent. Entering the office, his homeroom teacher excitedly told him that he had been admitted to Beijing Bayi Agricultural Machinery College, majoring in mechanical engineering.
There were not many surprises. The homeroom teacher's words implied a sense of regret, saying that if they had gone to high school, they might have been able to get into a very good university.
He received his middle school acceptance letter, said goodbye to his enthusiastic classmates and teachers, and was very happy all the way. After so much preparation, he had finally taken the first step in his plan.
Moreover, there's an even more enjoyable segment tonight.
Thinking about this, he wanted to burst into laughter three times, but remembering that they were on the street, he decided to hold it in and leave it all to Sha Zhu.
The courtyard house is bustling with activity today.
Normally, the announcement of exam results wouldn't concern anyone in the compound, but this involved big gossip, and everyone knew about the feud between the two idiots. Today, to clear his name and to annoy the eldest idiot, the second idiot challenged him to a fight. They called it a bet, but the stakes were the same: a fight. It was just a matter of whoever won gain the upper hand.
Regardless of who wins, it will be a rare and excellent program in this era of limited entertainment facilities.
"Hey, why are you walking so fast?"
"You don't understand, there's going to be a good show today!"
"What good show?"
"Our two idiots in the compound are about to fight, so I'm not talking to you anymore."
What's so interesting about two idiots fighting?
Xu Damao was one of them. He rushed back. After two weeks of this battle, it had become common knowledge.
As soon as Uncle San got off work, he would happily take a small stool and sit at the door.
"Uncle, what are you doing sitting here? Aren't you going inside?" Xu Damao came back early and couldn't help but go up to chat with Uncle.
That's the good thing about Uncle San; he's an old man, and he can say a few words to anyone, no matter who they are. He always manages to get you to give him something, and he feels he should. Even if it's just for paying to chat.
"Hey, you wouldn't understand," the third uncle said mysteriously.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm telling you, but don't tell anyone else."
"Go ahead and say it! I promise I won't tell anyone!" Xu Damao patted his chest, his face full of righteous indignation.
"Hey, Big Fool and Second Brother... um, have you heard about Wang Shouren's affair?"
"I heard about it, what's wrong?"
"I heard that the whole alley is buzzing with the news that there's a competition today, so..." The old man lowered his voice and smiled mysteriously, "I'll sit here and collect the money."
"Hey!" Xu Damao was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and gave the old man a thumbs up: "You are this one."
"Of course, who am I!" The third old man raised his head, looking like a superior person.
"You're something else! I'm not going to argue with you anymore, I need to go in and find a good spot." Xu Damao rushed inside, then came back out: "So, who do you think will win today?"
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