As Wu Wei was being comforted by Director Yang, Zheng Ya knocked on the door of Secretary Hu's office.
Secretary Hu called him in and sat him down at the desk to give him some advice.
This was the secretary's job, and Zheng Ya had no way to refuse.
Compared to Director Yang, who was tall and thin with a square face, big ears, a high nose, gold-rimmed glasses, a buzz cut, a Zhongshan suit, and a robust build, Secretary Hu, dressed in an old military uniform, gave me the illusion that the leaders of Wenwu Factory had been switched.
But in fact, Secretary Hu's first words were about political awareness, criticizing Zheng Ya, a college student, for having low awareness.
Are they easily angered and unwilling to help those who deserve it?
Is this a sign of alienating the masses and undermining unity?
The more they talked, the more serious it became, which annoyed Zheng Yahanxiao to no end. So she decided to give him a treatment for frequent urination and see how it went.
"Ouch, you go ahead, I need to go to the restroom." Secretary Hu was caught in the crossfire, clutching his stomach as he got up and ran out.
Zheng Ya was overjoyed. "You little brat, trying to mess with me?"
As happy as I was, I also tried to plan an experiment on wild rabbits draining water, and the experiment was successful when I applied it to Secretary Su. I was very pleased.
But these are all minor paths.
It completely failed to demonstrate the true potential of the planning ability.
Planning for the body's drainage, which only involves stimulating the kidneys to dehydrate, is easy to do by targeting just one part.
This is nothing compared to the planning ability, which is applicable to attacks on the mind, soul, and will!
However, Zheng Ya felt at a loss as to how to comprehend the spiritual arts that target the soul, spirit, and will.
This requires more lab rats, plus a large amount of negative karma and positive karma to conduct experiments, in order to have a chance to comprehend the spiritual art of planning superpowers.
Just as Zheng Ya was deep in thought, Yan Fugui finished teaching a class, and seeing that the principal was free, knocked on the door and entered: "Principal, this is my resignation letter, please approve it?"
"What? You're resigning? You're not kidding me?" Principal Hu jumped up in surprise, almost getting close to his face, wanting to see right through him!
This person doesn't seem to have any problems.
Why do you want to resign?
Could it be that she resigned because she felt embarrassed when he sent her flowers a while ago and she didn't respond to his offer of a raise and promotion?
Yan Fugui smiled and said, "Principal, there's an old saying that goes, 'People strive to go higher, and water flows downhill.'"
As you know, my family has six members, and my monthly salary of only 27.5 yuan is not enough to support my family.
There's no other way, is there?
I've had a good opportunity and met a boss who appreciates me, so I'm planning to resign and work for him, just to support my family and live a stable life. I hope the principal will approve my resignation. Thank you!
"Uh, I won't ask what kind of boss you've gained favor with, I'll just ask you one question: are you really going to resign?" Principal Hu felt that he was being extorted and threatening to strike.
To be honest, there aren't many knowledgeable people who can be teachers these days, and schools are in dire need of teachers.
After all, it had been less than seven years since liberation, there weren't many intellectuals, and the next generation of students hadn't yet become teachers.
Moreover, all industries are in dire need of knowledgeable and skilled personnel!
As soon as a talented person emerges, all departments are scrambling to recruit them.
Schools are no exception; they're short-staffed!
Principal Hu misunderstood. Yan Fugui said earnestly, "Principal Hu, I am sincerely resigning. Please approve my resignation!"
"No, let's talk this over properly..." Principal Hu panicked and pulled Yan Fugui aside to try and persuade him.
In courtyard number 95 of Tongluo Lane, Second Aunt was instructed to approach Jia Zhangshi: "Sister-in-law Jia, you'd better be careful!"
"What do you mean? I don't owe anyone money, nor have I offended anyone. Why should I be careful?" Jia Zhangshi nervously retorted when she saw her shifty eyes and furtive glances, as if she were afraid of being seen or heard.
Normally, the second aunt wouldn't even give her a second glance, so what does this mean today?
Something has clearly really happened.
Besides, Jia Zhangshi ran away last night because she didn't want to pay compensation, which definitely offended someone, and she must have felt guilty.
Aunt Er looked around and, seeing no outsiders, leaned close to Jia Zhangshi and whispered, "Let me tell you, you've offended Old Lady Long and Yi Zhonghai to death."
They planned to accuse Zheng Ya's family of hoarding gold bars, embezzling and accepting bribes, and even claimed they were descendants of wealthy landlords..."
"Pah, pah, pah, why are you telling me this?" Madam Jia was still disgusted by Zheng Ya's ability to spread rumors from afar and didn't want to provoke him. She just wanted to stay away from dangerous people.
Is there anyone Jia Zhangshi is afraid of?
The second aunt immediately understood and waved her hand, saying, "What's the rush?"
They say that your old Jia's death was caused by Zheng Ya's father, all because of a dispute over the division of spoils.
Old Jia was once a long-term worker in the Zheng family, and was a middleman planted by Zheng Daotong in the compound to help him accept bribes.
I don't know the specifics, but I heard they're going to report Zheng Ya's family and expose their past. "What will happen to your family then..."
I'm not going to say anything more, do whatever you want?
Jia Zhangshi became nervous, jumped up and grabbed her arm, asking, "Is this true?"
Tell me, tell me the truth...
"Cough cough, I didn't say anything, I'm going home, I'm leaving." The second aunt knew when to stop, broke free from her grasp and went home.
This made Jia Zhangshi uneasy, so she ran home. The more she thought about it, the more something seemed wrong. What kind of person was Old Jia?
He was skilled in swindling, cheating, stealing, and gambling, and amassed a lot of wealth through his abilities, which spoiled her palate.
The problem is that Lao Jia made money through his own abilities, but he died inexplicably, which is abnormal!
Besides, Lao Jia makes money entirely through crooked means. He's just a lazy bum at work and has never gotten into trouble. Is that normal?
If no one had looked after Lao Jia, he would have been arrested and executed long ago.
Could it be that Lao Jia was protected by Zheng Daotong, which is why he wasn't arrested?
Old Jia got into trouble because of an unequal distribution of spoils. The more Jia Zhangshi thought about it, the more likely it seemed. She panicked. What if someone exposed her secrets?
If the authorities pursue charges against her and make her pay compensation, she can deny it to the death; it's not a big problem.
However, if he were to be branded with a crime and then have his job taken away by Granny Long and others, and his family forced to go to the countryside to farm, then everything would be over.
Old Lady Long is deliberately trying to make things difficult for everyone!
Jia Zhangshi was so angry that she decided to strike first.
At this time, Director Yang had already arranged Zheng Ya's work. Secretary Hu went to the toilet and hadn't returned, so he went to the secretary's office and said, "Zheng Ya, your work has been arranged."
The head of the purchasing department earns 31.5 yuan a month and starts work tomorrow.
"Here are your documents, keep them safe..."
“Sure, it looks like my dad’s bicycle…” Zheng Ya reached out for the bike; it was a big deal.
Factory Director Yang took out his car keys from his pocket and tossed them to him: "Go ahead, you can take a taxi yourself, right? It's locked downstairs."
Oh, and come early tomorrow to the personnel department to register and collect the purchasing staff's equipment. Go on!
"Okay." Zheng Ya left decisively, guessing that Secretary Hu had spoken to Director Yang and that he would do ideological work another day.
Now that Tang Sanzang was no longer chanting sutras, Zheng Ya rode his bicycle to the foot of the mountain in the suburbs, where he encountered an unexpected person: "Hey, what are you doing here?"
"You've been following me..."
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