When things are not going in your favor and you are powerless to fix them, muddy the waters.
After coming out of the supply and marketing cooperative, Sun Jihong apologized to Qiao Baozhu with a guilty look on her face: "Baozhu, I'm sorry for making you angry for no reason."
Qiao Baozhu shrugged disapprovingly: "It's nothing. I hope you don't blame me for meddling in your business."
Sun Jihong chuckled: "I wish you would help me out. I felt so happy when I saw Fei Xia get humiliated just now."
"Over the years, she has been forming cliques and factions to exclude me, and I am fed up with her."
So Sun Jihong was actually very happy when Li Defa sent her to Xindian in the south city.
"By the way, Baozhu, you said you wanted me to go shopping with you, is that true?"
Qiao Baozhu smiled sweetly: "Of course it's true. Let's go back to your house to see your aunt first, and then we can go out to find a restaurant to have a meal, and then go shopping after we're full."
This proposal made Sun Jihong in a good mood, and the haze of being suppressed by the leaders was swept away.
"I like shopping the most. Even though I work in the supply and marketing cooperative all day, I feel suffocated. Every day I just go back and forth between work and home, which is boring. When I think about having to live like this for decades, I feel that life is boring."
Sun Jihong's personality is indeed not suitable for sales. She always shows her emotions on her face.
However, most of the salespeople of this era are like her. They always ignore customers because they are the top eight salespeople.
At this time, when supplies were in short supply, they did not worry about not being able to sell their goods. So in the eyes of some people, enthusiastically welcoming customers was shameful and cheap, and showed a lack of self-respect.
Qiao Baozhu has experienced this before, and can only say that there will always be people who look down on others.
Some salespeople in later generations' luxury stores also looked down on people in this way. They would act in a pretentious manner when meeting ordinary-dressed customers, and would flatter VIPs at their beck and call.
It can be seen that the problem has always been the people, not the industry. Qiao Baozhu originally thought that Sun Jihong was just like those snobbish salesgirls, but after getting to know her, she found that she was actually a cold-faced person with a warm heart.
Sun Jihong looked very fierce when she didn't smile, and the ethos of that supply and marketing cooperative was that whoever greeted customers with a smile would be laughed at by other colleagues as a servile person.
Due to various factors, Sun Jihong's mood at work is no different from going to a grave.
Qiao Baozhu admires Sun Jihong's ability to withstand pressure and the fact that she does not become depressed in such a working environment. She believes that she will definitely get better and better after changing to a new unit.
Sun Jihong took a bicycle from the shed in the backyard and took Qiao Baozhu and her husband back home.
Sun Jihong lives in a tube-shaped building in the south of the city, near the river. The house is not very big, only about 40 square meters.
As you enter the door, there is a two-square-meter bathroom on the left, and then a small square hall of seven or eight square meters.
The small square hall is not big enough to accommodate furniture such as sofas and coffee tables. There is only a folding dining table and a few folding chairs against the wall.
This should be where Sun Jihong's family usually eats.
The kitchen was converted from the north balcony, and its size cannot be seen when the door is closed.
There is a bedroom on the east and south sides of the small square hall, and Sun Jihong's mother-in-law sleeps in the east bedroom.
"Mom, my friend is here to see you. He brought a lot of things with him."
Upon hearing that Sun Jihong had brought her friend back, a middle-aged woman with a sad face came out from the east room.
"Sister, this is my friend Qiao Baozhu. Baozhu, this is my aunt, you can call her Sister Ju."
Qiao Baozhu nodded and smiled at Wang Ju: "Hello, Sister Ju. My name is Qiao Baozhu, I came to see you, Auntie."
Then he handed the things in his hand to Wang Ju: "I bought some milk powder and malted milk for you. I wish you a speedy recovery."
Wang Ju's eyes lit up, she took the thing, and a smile finally appeared on her sallow and haggard face.
"Our whole family is so grateful that you can come and visit my mom. We can't afford to let you spend money."
"Mom, we have guests at home."
Wang Ju carried the things into the east room. While talking to the old lady in the room with a smile, she did not forget to glance at the triangular bag in Sun Jihong's hand.
"Is Xiaojuan back?"
"It's not Juanzi, it's Xiaohong's co-worker who came to see you."
"Xiao Hong's coworker? I don't even know him. Why are you coming to see me? Are you here to see if I'm dead or not?"
Qiao Baozhu, who was standing at the door, was so embarrassed when she heard what Old Lady Wang said that she didn't know whether to go in or go out.
Wang Ju seemed not to notice Qiao Baozhu's embarrassing situation. She sat on a small stool beside the bed and knitted a sweater without raising her head.
"Mom, I don't know you, why would I hope you die? I have a relationship with Xiaohong, so I came to visit her. She also brought a lot of things, in addition to milk powder and malted milk, I saw Xiaohong also brought a lot of things into the kitchen."
Old Mrs. Wang was very thin and remained unmoved after hearing her daughter's explanation.
"Go and quietly call Xiaohong in."
Wang Ju didn't understand what the old lady was trying to do. She forgot what her mother had said, "quietly," and sat on the stool and started shouting at the top of her voice.
"Xiaohong, mom is calling you."
Mrs. Wang's dry, thin, and haggard face suddenly became more energetic.
She glared at Wang Ju fiercely, and panted and scolded: "You lazy guy, your butt is stuck to the stool? I told you to shout in quietly, but you shouted so loudly, do you want to scare me to death?"
Wang Ju then remembered that her mother asked her to call for help quietly. She shrank her neck guiltily and dared not say a word.
Sun Jihong walked in quickly, not paying attention to Qiao Baozhu who was standing at the door, and looked at her mother-in-law on the bed in panic.
"Mom, what's the matter?"
Old Mrs. Wang pointed at the things on the bedside table and said, "After the guests leave, return these to them."
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