This motorcycle should be a 26-inch model, smaller than a 28-inch model, so it should be a women's motorcycle! Why is there a crossbeam in the middle?
Regardless of all that, Suya was petite and delicate, just the right size to be held in one's arms.
Zou Wenjuan got into the car with a long face, but had no choice. Before getting in, she checked whether the tires were flat.
"How much do those two girls weigh?!" Xing Baohua stared, as if it were effortless.
On the way, Zou Wenjuan also said, "The tires are almost flat."
"It's alright, we'll be at her house soon," Xing Baohua reassured her.
After escorting Su Ya to the gate of the compound, Xing Baohua watched her walk in, turning back to look at her several times. Only then did he say, "Let's go, I'll take you home."
“Don’t bring two people next time. The tires are all flattened. Don’t you know how much you weigh?” Zou Wenjuan said.
Xing Baohua touched his nose and said nothing more.
"If you take me home, will you come into my house?" Zou Wenjuan's words almost made Xing Baohua's back hurt.
The ambiguity of these words is no less than that of the line from my past life, "Since you're here, why don't you come up for a drink of water and sit down?"
Never mind, I know this girl wasn't really thinking.
"No matter what, I'm a gentleman, upright and honest. I remain unmoved even with a woman in my lap," Xing Baohua thought smugly as he mounted his bike.
When they arrived at the Zou family home, Zou's father opened the door. He frowned slightly and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.
Thankfully, it wasn't past nine o'clock.
I guess the two of them went to see a movie or something.
"Have you eaten? I'll go make you some noodles," said Mr. Zou.
"Uncle, I've already eaten. I had barbecue," Xing Baohua said as he entered the house.
"I'll go get you some fruit."
"No need, no need, I'll leave in a bit," Xing Baohua said, waving her hand, and then went to Zou Wenjuan's room.
Zou Wenjuan took out her guitar and sang the songs she had been practicing for Xing Baohua.
It has some flavor, but Xing Baohua is not a professional after all.
"Do you have time tomorrow? I'll find a professional teacher to give you a consultation," Xing Baohua said, thinking of Grandpa Li.
"Do you have professional teachers here?" Zou Wenjuan asked rhetorically.
“Of course we have them. I invited them from the provincial capital. There’s also a band, though it’s not fully formed yet. A teacher will come tomorrow to guide the band’s practice,” Xing Baohua said.
"Oh! But I have class tomorrow, I don't have time!"
"Then let's pray for Saturday and for Heaven. You should make the necessary preparations. Alright, I should head back now." Xing Baohua said, standing up and leaving.
When Xing Baohua left, Zou's father came out to see him off.
"From now on, let us know in advance if you're going to the movies or having meals, so we don't worry about it," Zou's father said to Xing Baohua as he saw her to the door.
"If you had a phone at home, I would definitely send a message. It's all a last-minute decision. Don't worry, as long as I send it out, it will definitely be delivered back to you intact." He said this as if he were very reliable.
But when Zou's father heard this, he was afraid that his daughter would not come home at night!
It's the same if it's sent back the next day. Will it still be intact?
Not only was the night long, but the road back was also long. Xing Baohua still had to walk back.
As soon as he got home, Xing's father asked him: "You still know this is home, and you still know to come back!"
"I'm busy with work!"
“Busy? Your workshop director is gone, what are you still busy with? Do you think you can do anything productive all day long?” Xing’s father said.
At this moment, Xing Baohua really wanted to show his father the songs that CCTV was playing. He'd copied them, but who would know they were copies!
After being processed and broadcast by CCTV, these two songs caused a sensation, drawing huge crowds.
Didn't you see the barbecue stalls were packed with people?
If it were replayed more often, Xing Baohua's name would carry a lot of weight!
This is the result of his hard work; it's a pity his father doesn't know how to recognize talent.
Xing's father called Xing Baohua to the sofa and asked, "What are the factory's plans for you? Do you have any ideas?"
“I spoke with the factory manager today. He said his position will remain with him as the technical advisor for the fifth workshop,” Xing Baohua said.
Fortunately, he has this position; otherwise, it would be difficult to explain that he also has the identity of a factory director.
Mr. Xing nodded. The consultant wasn't as powerful as the workshop director, but he had the final say when it came to technical matters.
Even if he makes some mistakes, after a year or two, Xing Baohua will still be the director.
Regardless of who becomes the director, the Fifth Workshop was established by Xing Baohua, and the team was also built by him. It's just a matter of whether his prestige can suppress the new director.
"Many people from the factory have come to see you these past few days. They probably want you to give them a push. Do you have someone in mind?" Mr. Xing asked.
"Forget about that. No matter who comes, we can't recommend anyone. The final decision rests with the factory director. It's pointless for me to favor anyone," Xing Baohua said.
"Aren't you an advisor now? When forming a team, you have to be agreeable and compatible. If there are people who oppose you, how can you work together properly?" Mr. Xing reminded him.
"That's true! But none of the people I know are on my side, so only the factory manager can arrange it. Dad, no matter who asks you for help, don't ask! This is going to offend people."
"I know, I'm just afraid you'll do something reckless and agree to someone's request. Alright, as long as you know what you're doing, get some rest!" After saying that, Mr. Xing got up and went back to his room.
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