With the leaders gone, the atmosphere in the textile factory relaxed.
Factory Director Gao and Chairman Sun were increasingly satisfied with Su Yu. She was truly a capable and talented person.
However, to Chairman Sun's dismay, it seemed unlikely that he could retain this talented individual.
Although he felt somewhat uncomfortable, he still informed Su Yu of the news so she could be mentally prepared.
Su Yu had just finished handing over her work and was doing math problems in her office when she heard Chairman Sun's words. She was so surprised that she almost mistyped a word.
She asked in surprise, "You want to borrow me?"
Chairman Sun sipped his tea and nodded, saying slowly, "Don't worry, Mayor Qiu is only on secondment to assist with the work."
She just doesn't want to help with the work; she's busy here. Going to the municipal party committee isn't as free and easy as staying at the factory.
Su Yu didn't have much hope of getting a job at the municipal party committee.
Although she could easily get a job at the municipal party committee without going to university, it's all about effort. But things will be different in the fierce competition to come.
Moreover, the value of a university degree varies depending on the era in which it was awarded.
Therefore, compared to that, she is not as eager to go to government offices now.
But if they really gave her that order, she'd have no choice but to grit her teeth and go. Wait, who was Chairman Sun who just seconded her to? "Is this Mayor Qiu?"
"yes."
"..." Oh dear, that means I'll have to deal with Secretary Song. That'll be quite a busy time.
That evening, Secretary Song stared at the food at home, unable to eat. After a few bites, she lost all appetite.
He got up and went inside.
Song's mother called out, "Dong, why aren't you eating?"
"I'm full."
Inside the room, Secretary Song casually picked up a pen and paper and began scribbling again, feeling quite conflicted. His boss had asked him to go to the textile factory for training; should he go or not? Not going seemed like a bad idea, after all, his boss had given the order.
Going there doesn't seem to be a bad thing. After all, he hasn't done anything wrong, so who is he afraid of? There's no need for that.
The idea that Zhou and Comrade Su are dating is pure nonsense.
That's completely untrue.
So I'll go tomorrow, yes, just in the morning, take a look for a bit and then leave. He's going to work!
Secondly, Secretary Song tidied herself up nicely.
I got a haircut last night, and this morning I washed my face with soap, feeling very clean and refreshed.
After changing clothes several times, I finally chose an old military uniform. I also picked out a pair of black leather shoes.
When Song's mother saw him going out in a white shirt and military uniform, she asked in surprise, "Dong, aren't you cold wearing so little?"
“It’s spring now, it’s not cold anymore,” Secretary Song said.
"It's not cold now that spring has arrived, but you used to be most afraid of the cold."
Secretary Song: "...I'm all better now. I'm perfectly healthy." Then she straightened her back and walked out.
Song's mother sensed something was wrong with her son. He hadn't eaten yesterday, and today he wasn't even cold. This was like the sun rising in the west! She quickly went downstairs to find her husband, who was exercising.
Although Mr. Song has a leg disability, he never misses his regular training, rain or shine. Right now, he's downstairs using his crutches to strengthen his arms and legs. He was about to call out to his son as he came down, but his son just walked away as if his father didn't exist.
"..."
"Old Song, have you seen your son?"
Song's mother hurriedly went downstairs. Song's father was displeased, "I saw him, but he didn't see me. That brat has no manners and is unruly. He just needs to be disciplined."
Song's mother rolled her eyes. "Who's talking to you about this? My son is dressed very lightly these days."
Mr. Song didn't think much of it, saying, "He's a boy, why wear so many clothes?"
"That's not how it is. He ate very little yesterday, and he's wearing very little clothing today. This is different from before. Has something happened to our son?" Song's mother was quite worried. Her son's personality changed after Erwa and the other children died on the battlefield. For a while, he didn't talk at all. He's been quite normal for so many years now; she couldn't be worried that something had happened to him again.
Mr. Song also took a breath. Of his children, this was the only one who had survived. Although this kid wasn't very likable, he couldn't just ignore him. "How about we find an opportunity to ask Old Qiu? But it doesn't seem like a good idea. He's Dong's boss. If we, as his parents, ask him, it would make Dong look like a spineless person."
“I’m asking this on official business. I’m from the Provincial Women’s Federation, and it’s only right that I care about young comrades.” Song’s mother said and turned to leave.
Mr. Song tapped his cane. "You've already made your own decision, why are you asking me? What's the point?"
Then continue practicing your own.
But deep down, she still thought her son should be alright. He's incredibly lucky. He didn't starve to death during the famine in the base area, he recovered from so many children falling ill, and he survived the Japanese bombings. He actually made it to peacetime and even went to university.
Secretary Song first went to the municipal party committee to report his work schedule to Vice Mayor Qiu. After learning that Vice Mayor Qiu had spent some time in his office handling official business this morning, he suggested going to the textile factory for a visit.
"I'll go check on the progress of their house construction. I'll assess their efficiency in building it and find out what difficulties they're facing."
Vice Mayor Qiu was pleased with his initiative. He wanted to mentor Song, not just as a secretary, but as a future leader capable of handling things independently.
Otherwise, with Song's education and qualifications, he could easily be employed in a government agency in Beijing.
"Go ahead, but be careful. Make sure to communicate well with the workers."
Secretary Song nodded, "Okay, I understand."
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