Chapter 352
That evening, A-Qiang and his group set off by car from Pingquan back to Pingdong.
After the initial excitement of moving into the new home, it has quieted down again.
A-Qiang wanted Zhu Shuangyan to move in, but Zhu Shuangyan refused no matter what.
Her exact words were: "We're not even married yet, and I'm a grown woman, and I'm moving into your house, making us a laughing stock among the neighbors."
Ah-Qiang had no choice but to comply with her wishes.
The original plan was to have Zhu Shuangyan move in after the new house was renovated, and also bring her family over, since the house is big and has many rooms.
When the house was being built, A-Qiang had considered this issue. He planned to bring Zhu Shuangyan's parents and sister to live with him after he got married, since he had no family left anyway, and Zhu Shuangyan's parents and family would be his.
Moreover, his location is in the eastern part of the county town, close to the Dongfang Daily Chemical Factory. It only takes him ten or twenty minutes to walk to work.
If walking is too inconvenient, he can buy Zhu Shuangyan a bicycle specifically for her to use when commuting to and from get off work or going out.
Besides, when they have children in the future, they'll need to prepare a room for the kids too.
So A-Qiang spent more money to build a two-story house with a courtyard.
However, they haven't officially registered their marriage yet, and the wedding hasn't been held. Zhu Shuangyan is unwilling to move in just like that, so the new house and new furniture will have to remain empty for a while.
Before leaving, A-Qiang said to Zhu Shuangyan, "At most six months. After I finish this busiest six months of the project, we'll get married when I come back at the end of the year."
"When the time comes, invite all your relatives and friends from your hometown. We'll have a banquet at the largest state-run restaurant in Pingquan, with dozens of tables."
"Shuangyan, marry me, and I will definitely treat you well."
As Zhu Shuangyan went downstairs, the inexplicable grievance that welled up in her heart vanished amidst Aqiang's resounding promises.
She hugged A-Qiang, gave him earnest advice, and the two said goodbye with reluctance.
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Two days later, Zhu Shuangyan went to the Dongfang Factory for an interview with her personal file.
The head of the personnel department had already reviewed her application materials when they were received. She was an outstanding young woman who had just graduated from a vocational college this year with a major in business management, and she was also a local resident of Pingquan.
The factory is currently undergoing talent reform, recruiting a large number of recent graduates with relevant majors.
The personnel department asked Zhu Shuangyan a few questions according to procedure, and then told her that the factory's export department and supply department both needed talent. They would decide which department to assign her to after discussing it with the heads of the two departments.
This means it's settled; now it's just a matter of what specific position she'll be assigned.
That afternoon, Director Ji saw the report submitted by the personnel department, immediately wrote a few words in approval, and assigned the person to the export department.
Half of the two-and-a-half-year overseas training program has now passed, and in another six months, Yang Zhiping should be returning from Guangdong.
Now, Ji Xingguo has arranged for a capable young person to join the export department in advance, and the young person has secured a stable position and gotten started.
When Yang Zhiping returns, it won't be so easy for him to do anything anymore.
Since Yang Zhiping was sent to another factory, Yang Changhua has kept a low profile. He usually pretends to decline many of the sales department's social engagements.
However, although he declined the official social engagements, Yang Changhua's old connections were still there. There were still a few of his people in the sales department, and they would still habitually go to Yang Changhua for approval whenever something happened.
Perhaps sensing that Ji Xingguo was now somewhat wary of him, Yang Changhua now refuses all visits from outsiders to his home.
He spends his days learning to grow flowers and play with birds; if you didn't know better, you'd think he'd started his retirement.
That day, Ji Xingguo finished work at the factory and returned home.
Ji Wanmei was drawing in her room. In the afternoon, when she had nothing to do, she cooked a pot of mung bean porridge, which is good for cooling down and relieving heat in the summer.
When Ji Xingguo returned home, he saw that his daughter had cooked porridge, so he said, "Then I'll make some cold noodles and some cold dishes. Let's eat something light tonight."
Ji Wanmei, inside the room, responded with a faint "Mm".
"The classmate you mentioned came to the factory for an interview today. I asked the HR department, and they said she's a pretty good girl, poised and confident, and her professional skills are also good. I've assigned her to the export department."
Ji Wanmei kept her head down, sketching on the drawing with a pencil, and only gave a faint reply without even raising her head.
Ji Xingguo saw that after talking for so long, the girl had no reaction at all, and that talking to her was just perfunctory.
This attitude is very improper and abnormal.
Ji Xingguo thought about it and realized that this unusual behavior seemed to have started after she went to that Ah Qiang's place for the housewarming party and came back.
Ji Xingguo heard that the young man who used to collect scrap in the old streets of Pingquan is now working on construction projects with Lei Tingjun.
Upon considering the connection, Ji Xingguo frowned, walked to Ji Wanmei's room, and asked, "Tell me honestly, did Lei Tingjun come back to see you the day you went to A-Qiang's house for dinner?"
Ji Wanmei has been somewhat absent-minded these past two days, and she hasn't had much inspiration when drawing.
The drawings were crumpled up one after another, and the trash can was full of drafts.
She stayed at home, trying not to argue with her father, and tried her best not to show her emotions. Little did she know, her father would bring up the very thing she didn't want to talk about.
Upon hearing his words, Ji Wanmei paused, holding the pencil in her hand, and then slowly looked up at Ji Xingguo standing at the door.
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