It turned out that Li Dashun had taken on a long-distance job, which would pay him 500 yuan per trip. He set off without telling anyone.
If things go smoothly, they can be back in just three days; if things take a little longer, it will be about a week.
Meng Shuyun only learned about this from a young man in the convoy. It seems that she won't be able to find him for the next few days and can only wait for him to return.
The old man at the cigarette factory's security office recognized Meng Shuyun. Upon seeing her arrive, he immediately called the leader's office.
Meng Shuyun sighed and pushed her bicycle to leave, but was stopped by the security guard when she passed the security room.
"What did you say? Director Zhang called me?" Meng Shuyun asked in surprise.
Meng Shuyun arrived at the factory director's office. A young woman opened the door for her. Zhang Zhenhui was inside making tea. When he saw her, he waved to her.
"Sister Meng, come and have some tea." As soon as she finished speaking, a cup of hot tea appeared on the tea table.
Meng Shuyun's face twitched slightly when she heard this address.
Although I'm getting old and it's normal for people to call me "auntie" or "grandma," I still find it particularly strange to hear the title "elder sister."
Meng Shuyun asked directly, "Director Zhao, what do you need me for?"
"The certificate you asked me to get last time has been processed. You're here to see Da Shun, right?"
As Zhao Zhenhui spoke, he took out a certificate and an envelope from his desk drawer. "Da Shun is going to take care of something for me. He'll be back soon."
“I heard from Miaomiao that you can make dresses, and they’re quite beautiful. Since Sister Meng can make clothes, I’d like to trouble you to make fifteen sets for my daughter. She’s been much more well-behaved lately, so this is a little reward from me as her father.”
Meng Shuyun's eyes widened as she took the envelope and the certificate. She never imagined that such a wonderful thing would happen to her.
She looked up at the sky, thinking, "Nothing's falling from the sky, so why does it feel like this has hit me on the head?"
"Are you sure you want fifteen sets? I can't make that many all at once."
Meng Shuyun asked for confirmation, explaining her predicament.
However, if there's money to be made, who would turn down money?
If Zhang Zhenghui says the goods need to be delivered tomorrow, then even if she stays up all night, she has to make fifteen dresses. She can't let the duck that's almost in her mouth fly away.
Meng Shuyun preemptively said, "Director Zhang, I can handle Miss Zhang's dress. It can be made in a week, and I guarantee it will make Miss Zhang stun everyone. She'll go to work looking beautiful every day." She added with a hint of flattery.
She doesn't usually flatter people easily, but since the client is paying her a lot of money, it's understandable that she'd give him a little flattery.
She drank the tea on the table, made some promises, and then left the cigarette factory, heading straight to the hospital.
These are two pieces of good news: Xiulan is recovering better and can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow.
When Meng Shuyun looked at the money in the envelope, she was surprised to find that there was more than a thousand yuan. Buying fifteen dresses was considered expensive and extravagant.
She knew that Zhang Zhenhui wanted to use the excuse of making the dress to give her some benefits.
She earned the money by making dresses herself, and she put it in her pocket without feeling guilty at all; she took it with a clear conscience.
It was already dark when I got back to the hospital.
Before she even reached the ward door, she heard arguing coming from inside. Meng Shuyun frowned and quickened her pace.
She was thinking to herself, "Could it be that our Meng family is facing a year of disaster?"
I need to find some time to go and pray to ward off evil spirits.
"It's because the couple in the next bed gave birth to two unlucky babies that my grandson's fortune was affected, which is why he got sick."
A woman's sharp, sarcastic voice rang out. She stood with her hands on her hips, pointing her finger at Su Xiuju's nose and cursing loudly.
Meng Shuyun quickly grabbed the woman's arm and dragged her back, frowning in disgust. The woman's saliva almost sprayed onto her face.
Su Xiuju's face turned bright red with anger, but she didn't dare to say a word. She stood firmly in front of Su Xiulan, refusing to budge an inch.
"You didn't take good care of your own grandson, and you're blaming us?" Meng Shuyun said bluntly. "Are you trying to bully my two daughters because I'm not around?"
"If that miracle doctor you believe in is so effective, why don't you go and ask him for help? Your grandson had problems after drinking his talisman water. Isn't it the talisman water he prescribed that was the problem?" Meng Shuyun continued to question.
The woman's momentum waned slightly, but she still stubbornly glared at him and said defiantly:
"Impossible, I've already asked."
The miracle doctor was referring to the fact that my grandson has too many money-losing people around him, which is why it happened, and it's all because of you.
I don't want to share a hospital room with you all because you've affected my grandson's fortune.
If you don't move out today, none of us will have a good time.
The woman was being unreasonable and had a very loud voice, which frightened the two little ones so much that they started crying loudly.
Even her grandson, whose face was bluish-purple, started crying and writhing, his face flushed red as he sobbed, looking extremely pitiful.
Meng Shuyun noticed that the child's complexion was not good, and it was clear that he was not a healthy child.
If you're in the same hospital room as someone like that, and something happens to her child, and they try to pin it on you, you won't be able to explain yourself no matter how many mouths you have.
Su Xiuju said indignantly, "Auntie, you have to have evidence to back up your words. What you're doing is promoting feudal superstition. Do you believe I'll report you right now?"
Su Xiulan was busy trying to soothe the two little ones by herself, and her forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat.
"Mom, why don't we be discharged today? I'm perfectly healthy, there's no need to waste money on this," Su Xiulan said.
It's so dark outside now, there's no way we can go back today. Not only do we not have a car, but if Xiulan catches a cold, she might develop postpartum complications.
"Xiuju, go and talk to the nurse to change your sister's room tonight."
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