Upon hearing this, Song Lan remained silent.
Liu Dacheng stopped laughing at this point. He coughed lightly twice to ease his discomfort, and then said, "Have you ever thought about going back to work in Beijing?"
"This isn't a question of whether I want to or not."
Did Section Chief Liu not hear what she said earlier, or perhaps he didn't hear it at all?
Is it really up to her to decide where she works?
Song Lan found Section Chief Liu's behavior quite baffling!
As if realizing what Song Lan meant, Liu Dacheng chuckled and said, "Little Song, personally, I think if you have the opportunity to be transferred back to the main factory in Beijing, there's really no need for you to stay in this small place. Do you understand what I mean?"
He didn't want to make a mistake. If the young comrade in front of him could contact her family in Beijing directly and have them use their connections to transfer her back to the main factory, then he wouldn't have to worry about Old Wang's phone calls anymore.
"not understand."
Song Lan frowned in response.
What do you want her to understand?
Seeing the confusion in her eyes, Liu Dacheng opened his mouth, unsure how to respond. After a long pause, he sighed, "You were originally transferred from the main factory in Beijing to here. Your job should be at the staff hospital..."
Song Lan wasn't used to hearing roundabout words, so she interrupted, "Section Chief Liu, I can handle this."
"..."
Liu Dacheng felt bitter inside. Did he really have to spell things out?
With his eyelids lowered, the head of the security department remained silent for a while before turning his gaze back to Song Lan.
"Fine, then I'll just be frank."
Having made up his mind, Liu Dacheng believed that he was doing it for Song Lan's own good, so he said, "You've been working in the security department for a while now, and you should be able to see that, apart from clerical work, the work in our security department is more suitable for male comrades. If we continue to keep you in the security department, I'm afraid it will be difficult to arrange your work in the future."
"Why?"
Song Lan asked.
"As the seasons change, there will be more and more rain. Our most critical responsibility is to protect the factory's property from loss and to ensure that the factory's various facilities are not damaged."
Liu Dacheng spoke slowly, and upon hearing this, Song Lan was still puzzled: "I understand the job responsibilities of the security department, but what does this have to do with the amount of rain?"
“You’re a woman, and if it happens to rain heavily while you’re on night shift, it’s not only too difficult for you, but also…”
Before he could finish speaking, Song Lan interrupted him again: "Section Chief Liu, although I am a woman, I believe that my work ability is no worse than that of men. Moreover, I am not afraid of hardship or fatigue, so you don't need to worry that I will neglect my duties at work."
Liu Dacheng sighed inwardly. He really didn't know how to continue his persuasion efforts with Song Lan. After pursing his lips and thinking for a moment, he finally spoke: "Xiao Song, I acknowledge your work ability."
But the work in the security department involves a degree of danger. I treat you like a junior member of my own family, and I don't want anything to happen to you at work. Do you understand what I mean now?
"Thank you for your concern, Section Chief Liu."
Song Lan remained calm throughout. She said, "I'm not afraid of danger. If I encounter any accidents at work, it's just bad luck and has nothing to do with the factory."
Liu Dacheng: Is this little girl being stubborn?
“You are very aware, and quite aware at that, but I hope you will not act impulsively.”
"I don't."
Acting impulsively?
Does she have it?
Song Lan disagreed with the second half of Liu Dacheng's statement. She said, "I was seconded to the security department because I was following the leader's instructions. I have been working in the security department ever since, and I have no dissatisfaction with my work. At the same time, I accept any work arrangements made by the department."
"There's been a lot of rain lately, are you sure you're okay with working the night shift?"
Liu Dacheng asked.
"Um."
Song Lan nodded.
"Okay, go ahead and get busy."
If the young comrade is so determined, then he won't hold back. However, nothing major has happened in the factory in recent years, so there shouldn't be any unexpected events in the near future.
As the office door opened and closed, Liu Dacheng picked up the landline receiver and dialed the phone number for Wang Deshun's office.
"Hello……"
As soon as Wang Deshun spoke, he heard Liu Dacheng's voice come through the receiver: "What are you hello for? Old Wang, I need to know what the people who asked you for a favor are up to!"
"Old Liu, didn't I already tell you? You're making things difficult for me!"
Wang Deshun inwardly groaned.
"Are you sure you're not framing me? Don't you, Old Wang, know who's really making things difficult for whom?"
Liu Dacheng's tone was not good. He said, "What a good young comrade. You don't put her in the position where she should be. You insist on making me temporarily transfer her. Now you want me to increase the workload for this young comrade. To be honest, don't you feel heartless?"
"I……"
He knew, of course, that it was a bit unethical to do that, but life is all about human relationships. His old friend asked him for help, and it wasn't anything particularly difficult or important, so he had no reason to refuse!
"Fine, I'll help you one more time. If the person who asked you for a favor wants to do something else, you don't need to call me. Just pretend we don't know each other."
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Dacheng hung up the phone with a "bang".
Wang Deshun knew that Liu Dacheng wasn't lying, because the other party's tone clearly revealed his displeasure.
Thinking of this, he felt a surge of irritation. He reached out to put the receiver back on the landline, but then hesitated and dialed his old friend in Beijing who had asked for his help, namely Deputy Director Qian from the main factory.
"Hello, who is this?"
"It's me."
"Oh, it's you, Lao Wang! You're such a busy man, what made you suddenly decide to call me?"
Can I ask you why you did that?
"What?"
"Old Qian, let's not beat around the bush!"
"Old Wang, it's not that I'm trying to evade the question, it's just that I really don't understand what you're asking."
"Are you sure you don't understand? Old Qian, you're making things difficult for a young comrade by asking me for help. I want to know why?"
"this……"
"Isn't it hard to say?"
"It's nothing really..."
Deputy Factory Director Qian's expression was unreadable. He leaned back in his office chair, frowned, and pondered for a moment before speaking: "It's because my son, Xiaoming, likes that Xiaosong, and my wife also wants Xiaoming to have an heir, so that after we're gone... Xiaoming won't have anyone to rely on, so..."
"Since Xiaoming likes it, why didn't you make arrangements when he was in Beijing? Why did you have to wait until he was transferred to this branch factory before coming up with that kind of method to force him to comply?"
Wang Deshun knew the situation of Deputy Factory Director Qian's only son. Now that he knew the reason why the other party had asked him for help, he was undoubtedly a little uncomfortable. He felt that Deputy Factory Director Qian and his wife were selfish, willing to harm a young girl for their own son.
However, he couldn't give up his relationship with Deputy Factory Director Qian. After all, having such connections meant he might need to use them in the future.
With that in mind, he naturally couldn't reveal his true thoughts.
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