"You really don't take organizational discipline seriously! You really think no one dares to touch you, don't you? If you sell yourself tonight, you'll be in jail tomorrow, and the money from the sale might even be confiscated! Your father raised you all these years, and you're just going to cause him trouble!"
For over ten minutes, Director Liu relentlessly berated Xing Baohua. Perhaps tired, he took a breath, lit a cigarette, and said, "That thing of yours! Take it to the factory tomorrow and see how the factory committee office handles it."
“Okay, I’ll follow the organization’s arrangements. I’ll move there first thing tomorrow morning,” Xing Baohua said.
Before leaving, Director Liu pointed at Xing Baohua with his finger and said, "You, you're such a worry."
The repair shop was finally quiet; the foreigner had left, and left quite satisfied.
As for the verbal agreement between Xing Baohua and Petermont, it can only be postponed or voided, pending a response from higher authorities. This is no longer a matter that Xing Baohua can decide.
After listening to Director Liu's explanation through a translator, Petermont expressed his understanding.
In fact, they have already reached a larger agreement verbally, so whether Petermont buys the sound system or not is not very meaningful.
"Brother Quanzi, you'll have to work a little harder tonight. Solder the main control chip off the motherboard of the tube amplifier. Put the casing back on, and return it to the factory tomorrow morning," Xing Baohua instructed.
"Okay, but I'm afraid that making a big fuss about it won't be good for you," Liu Quan said worriedly.
"It's alright, I was just overthinking it. Don't worry. At worst, they'll fire me, and I'll just shamelessly go back to Zhang Xuebao," Xing Baohua reassured her with a smile.
Su Ya waited quietly for Xing Baohua. Actually, she wanted to go and comfort him, but she never had the chance.
When Xing Baohua saw Su Ya quietly watching him after she finished packing his things.
He walked over and said, "It's getting late, I'll take you home."
"No need, I see you're busy too. I'll walk back myself, it's not far," Su Ya quickly said. Actually, she was conflicted; she wanted Xing Baohua to stay with her for a while, but she didn't want to delay his business.
"I'm fine with nothing else, I'll take you home." With that, she walked ahead.
The two walked side by side in silence, neither of them initiating a conversation or anything, just walking like that.
The little girl, Su Ya, kept her head down, her mind filled with all sorts of random thoughts. She was probably mentally rehearsing various defensive techniques countless times.
Xing Baohua didn't care what the girl was thinking; he had much more on his mind.
Su Ya's home is on the other side of the factory's residential area, in the Third Government Staff Quarters.
This was the first time Xing Baohua had known that Su Ya lived here, and he knew in his heart that Su Ya's family was not ordinary.
When they were almost at the entrance of the family compound, Su Ya stopped on her own initiative and looked up at Xing Baohua. Xing Baohua, who was also thinking about something, took a few more steps forward, but when he realized that Su Ya hadn't followed, he backed up and asked, "Why did you stop?"
"It happened at noon today," Su Ya said softly. Before she could finish speaking, Xing Baohua interrupted her, saying, "Let's forget about dating. We can still be friends. I was too much of a jerk before, so don't take it to heart."
These words made Su Ya pout again, as if she was struggling to speak out about something she found unspeakable.
Xing Baohua found her appearance quite adorable, pinched her cheek, and said, "It's getting late, you should go back now."
Su Ya remained silent, tears welling in her eyes. Xing Baohua was startled; what was going on now?
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