Because the New Year's money was given out in time and the amount received was quite a lot, Zhang Qiuling, the first daughter-in-law of the Yuan family, felt much better. In the next few days, Zhang Qiuling was cheerful and took the initiative to say hello to everyone she met.
In fact, apart from her somewhat odd personality, Zhang Qiuling is a very nice woman. She keeps her room clean and tidy, and sometimes, after her son falls asleep, she takes the initiative to help with housework.
Throughout the Spring Festival, Yuan Fangguo and his family either entertained relatives at home or visited relatives to pay New Year's greetings. Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was almost time to leave home.
Cousin Chen Cailin also came to their house the day before departure.
The ones who went to Chengdu this time were Yuan Fangguo, Yuan Fangmin and Chen Cailin. The second brother did not go with them. In Yuan Fangguo's opinion, the second brother would definitely not be able to go back during the summer vacation, so he wanted to spend more time with his parents.
When he left, his family packed a lot of things for him. Even Yuan Fangguo had a box of luggage, but Chen Cailin came empty-handed.
"Where are your things, Lin Wazi?" Yuan Fangguo couldn't help but ask.
Chen Cailin chuckled and said, "I'll go buy it over there."
“It’s very expensive over there.”
"I brought more than a thousand yuan." Chen Cailin took out a large ball of crumpled money, including hundred-yuan bills and one- and two-yuan notes.
"Keep the money safe and don't drop it," Yuan Fangguo reminded.
"It won't fall off. I'll put it inside my underwear later." Chen Cailin smiled again.
In the past two years, a new type of anti-theft underwear has appeared on the market. As the name suggests, anti-theft underwear is a pair of underwear with a zipper. You put money inside. Unless you sleep very soundly, if someone tries to steal the money, they will definitely be discovered. This method is effective, but it is definitely not hygienic. After all, there are many bacteria on the RMB.
Chen Cailin's home is also in the mountains, and he doesn't pay much attention to hygiene habits on weekdays. After he finished speaking, he stuffed the money directly into his anti-theft underwear in front of Yuan Fangguo.
Yuan Fangan, who was not far away, saw his cousin stuffing something into his pants and quickly turned his head away.
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Uncle Chen continued to stay inside. Just like last year, he guessed that Mr. Yuan was coming back, so he quickly stewed the cured pig's trotters that his wife had brought him.
Sure enough, at around five o'clock in the afternoon, Yuan Fangguo drove into the advertising company compound.
There are quite a lot of dormitories in the advertising company because most of the employees do not live there. Therefore, after arriving in Chengdu, Yuan Fangguo arranged Chen Cailin to live in the advertising company.
After settling Chen Cailin down, everyone had a good dinner. Yuan Fangguo gave them a few simple instructions and drove away.
When he was almost home, he suddenly received a call.
I picked up the phone and saw that it was the old director calling.
In Yuan Fangguo's impression, the old director never called him at night.
Could something have happened?
His heart skipped a beat and he quickly pressed the answer button.
Sure enough, something happened.
On the phone, the old director told him that Secretary Wen Chunlai passed away at 1:00 p.m. at the age of 81.
"Where is Secretary Wen's body now?" Yuan Fangguo asked quickly.
"At the district funeral home."
"Okay, I'll be right there."
"Mr. Yuan, you don't have to rush over now. We all hope you can come and attend the memorial service at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."
"No problem, I will be there on time tomorrow morning." Yuan Fangguo said.
After finishing the call with the old director, Yuan Fangguo thought about it and then called Li Hui.
Li Hui's family lives in the former machinery factory staff quarters, so she probably knows about the old secretary's death.
Li Hui also learned about the old secretary's death, and she couldn't help but reveal sadness in her tone when talking to Yuan Fangguo.
"I'll come pick you up tomorrow, and we'll go together. I also need to buy a wreath." Yuan Fangguo said.
"Okay, I'll wait for you at the door."
"By the way, we should send a wreath to the old secretary in the name of our motorcycle factory. We hope that his spirit in heaven can protect us." Yuan Fangguo said.
During the more than ten years that Wen Chunlai served as secretary and factory director, the once unknown Hongqi Machinery Factory transformed from a small factory into the largest machinery factory in the southwest region. This was inseparable from his contributions. The employees at that time had a strong sense of community, unlike later...
After hanging up the phone, Yuan Fangguo's mood could not calm down for a long time. He regretted not visiting the old secretary before the New Year. He only knew that his illness was serious, but he never expected that he would pass away before the end of the first month of the year. It was indeed an indelible pain in his heart.
That night, Yuan Fangguo took a long time to fall asleep.
However, he only slept for less than 4 hours before getting up in a hurry and driving straight to the family area.
At the entrance of the family quarters, Li Hui's family were all dressed in black.
At this moment, at the entrance of the family area, some people were looking at the obituary on the old bulletin board.
After picking up Li Hui's family, they went straight to the district funeral home again.
At first, Yuan Fangguo didn't know the way and rarely went to that kind of place. After asking for a while, he finally arrived at the door of the funeral home.
At this moment, the funeral home was already surrounded by the sorrow of funeral music, and everyone inside had a solemn look on their faces. It was only a little after eight o'clock, but many middle-aged and elderly people had come to both sides of the funeral home. Their black and somewhat gray clothes showed that they were old employees of the machinery factory.
The old director, Uncle Scar, Uncle Bao, Uncle Chen... these familiar people appeared in front of him one by one. Everyone was extremely sad. After meeting, they just nodded slightly as a greeting.
He Hanjie also came. After meeting Yuan Fangguo, he and Yuan Fangguo nodded to each other.
After Yuan Fangguo and Li Hui quickly met with their acquaintances, they bought wreaths and elegiac couplets at the funeral home and respectfully placed the wreaths at the door of the funeral home.
At 9:30 in the morning, Bao Youwei, the former director of the machinery factory, also arrived at the scene.
Only Bao Youwei from the original machinery factory party committee came here, which shows the degree of conflict between the party committee and the employees at that time.
The old director and Uncle Scar and other comrades from the workers' committee were organizing the ceremony.
When the hearse slowly drove out of the funeral home and was about to head for the crematorium, everyone present shed tears.
Yuan Fangguo also suddenly felt his nose sore and tears couldn't help but fall.
The passing of the old secretary Wen Chunlai marked the complete integration of the former machinery factory into the melting pot of society.
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