When the exam time was over and the papers were collected, Wang Yinghui came in and said to everyone, "The results of the written exam will be announced next Wednesday, and those who pass will go to the interview."
There are also interviews? Some people muttered quietly.
Wang Yinghui acted as if he didn't hear anything and went out with the test paper.
Qin Hanshu walked out of the room and passed by the Labor and Personnel Office when he was stopped by Wang Yinghui inside.
Qin Hanshu walked over, "Chief Wang."
Wang Yinghui nodded. "You are a military dependent, right? Do you live in Jinma Town? If you live there...it might not be very convenient for you to commute to get off work."
What does this mean?
Qin Hanshu nodded and said, "It's quite far. But it's convenient to take a car, but it takes a little time."
Wang Yinghui said: "The company has collective dormitories, which are very tight. If you want to apply for one, you must let me know in advance."
Qin Hanshu was newly married and didn't want to go home every few days. Moreover, the dormitory was at least shared by several people. Although it was close, it was definitely inconvenient for life.
Qin Hanshu sincerely thanked Wang Yinghui and said, "Since the position is in short supply, I won't waste it. It doesn't matter if I have to get off work harder. I promise I won't delay my work."
Wang Yinghui glanced at Qin Hanshu and said, "Okay. That's fine."
Qin Hanshu said goodbye.
I asked her about her dormitory right after the written test. It turned out that this test was just a formality.
She also found that Wang Yinghui only stopped her to ask about accommodation.
Zhou Weiguang must have a very powerful backer.
Thinking that this was where she would work in the future, Qin Hanshu walked down the stairs on both sides and observed them carefully.
Looking around, there are huge crowds of people.
The lights are on during the day as well, with rows of white woven light tubes illuminating the inside of the building.
The first to sixth floors are where goods are sold. There is a high platform in the middle of each floor, on which sit people who collect money.
The air was filled with steel wires, radiating out from the platform, connecting each counter with the person collecting money on the platform.
The salesperson at the counter first issues a ticket to the person who buys something, then clips the ticket with a clip hung on a steel wire. After a crackling sound, the ticket is sent to the person collecting the money.
After collecting the money and receipt and giving the change, the salesperson would return it to the counter using the clip on the wire before giving the goods to the buyer.
The entire purchasing process is completed.
The efficiency is not as high as that of later generations, but in this era when everything depends on manual labor, it is already the most convenient way.
Department stores and stores across the country operate in much the same way.
Qin Hanshu walked to a pastry counter, looked at the items on the counter, and when he saw what he wanted, he walked to the back of the crowd and lined up.
When it was her turn, she said, "I want two kilograms of calcium milk biscuits."
The saleswoman was a young girl. When she heard her words, she frowned and said unhappily, "Who are you calling for calcium milk biscuits?"
Qin Hanshu was stunned. When he heard a shopper next to him say "Hello, comrade" to the salesperson, he realized that the girl in front of him was angry that she did not add a prefix to the title.
The sales clerks at that time were generally very arrogant, and most of them had no service awareness. The saying "God is the customer" that became popular in later generations was the opposite at that time.
The salesperson is God. Ordinary customers should at least be polite to the salesperson, if not respectful.
Qin Hanshu didn't argue with her and said again: "Comrade, please give me two kilograms of calcium milk biscuits."
The salesperson rolled his eyes and slowly wrote out the ticket.
Qin Hanshu was rummaging through his pockets for food coupons and money.
Biscuits are made of grain, so you need grain coupons to buy them.
But Qin Hanshu searched for a while and couldn't find the food coupons. She remembered that she had brought them with her when she left in the morning, and thought that she might not be able to get back in time for lunch and would have to eat at a state-owned restaurant outside.
The salesperson opened the ticket and saw Qin Hanshu's expression. He urged her impatiently, "Can you hurry up? There are so many people waiting behind us!"
Qin Hanshu smiled shyly, "Wait a moment, I'll find the food coupons." He then stepped aside and said, "Let the people behind buy first."
The salesperson immediately got angry, slammed the ticket on the counter, and shouted:
"Are you kidding me? If you can't afford it, don't come near me. You're wasting everyone's time!"
Even though Qin Hanshu had a good temper, he was still angered by the salesperson.
"Who has so much free time to come here to tease you? Who are you? Look at your face, it's so droopy that the skin on your face is about to fall off. If someone doesn't know, they would think that everyone who buys things from you is your enemy!"
The salesperson seemed to have encountered a customer who talked back to her for the first time, and her jaw dropped.
"What's wrong? Am I wrong? We are all glorious working people, no one is inferior to anyone else. Do I have to look at your face when I buy things from you?"
Qin Hanshu's words obviously resonated with many people, and someone in the team behind immediately responded: "That's right!"
As Qin Hanshu spoke, he found the food coupons sandwiched between several banknotes.
She slapped the food coupons and money on the counter and said, "Here."
The salesperson was so angry that his face turned green, and he snorted coldly: "The calcium milk biscuits are sold out."
Qin Hanshu pointed at the cookies on the counter and asked, "What is that?"
The salesperson crossed his arms and said, "If I say it's sold out, it's sold out."
It looks like he won’t sell it to you.
So what if you are good at talking? Today I will show you that the salesperson is qualified to give you a cold shoulder!
The commotion here also attracted the attention of people around.
Another salesperson at the pastry counter finished his work and hurried over to apologize to Qin Hanshu, "I'm sorry, comrade. Xiao Xue was not feeling well today. She went to work while sick and did not control her emotions. I'll bring her to apologize to you."
The salesperson bowed, quickly took Qin Hanshu's order, money and ticket to the cashier, and then hurriedly packed biscuits for her.
The salesman was older, with deep smile lines at the corners of his mouth, and one could tell at first glance that he always had a smile on his face.
Xiao Xue wanted to say something, but the older salesperson pulled him back. He swallowed his words and muttered unwillingly, "Don't come to me for help if you have the guts..."
Qin Hanshu had no intention of arguing with her any further, so after getting the change, he took the cookies and left.
Seeing that it was still early, she didn't eat at the restaurant and went straight home.
As soon as she entered the corridor, she was stopped by Fan Hongxia and asked to go home for dinner.
Before Qin Hanshu could refuse, Fan Hongxia had already pulled him into the house.
"Sister-in-law, this is so embarrassing."
"You're being polite to me?" Fan Hongxia said as she headed for the kitchen. "It's lonely eating alone anyway, so you can keep me company."
Qin Hanshu followed her into the kitchen and saw that the kitchen window faced the road outside. No wonder Fan Hongxia opened the door and blocked her way. She must have seen her come back through this window a long time ago.
"You seem to have a daughter. I saw her the other day. She was a very cute little girl."
Fan Hongxia smiled and said, "Yes, her name is Duoduo. She is in the first grade of the military primary school. She lives on campus, goes home every Friday, and goes to school early on Monday morning."
"Oh, you live in the school dormitory at such a young age."
"I can't help it. I have to pick her up and drop her off every day. It's too much trouble." Although she said she couldn't help it, Fan Hongxia didn't seem to care too much. "It's the same for everyone. My little girl even prefers to live in school."
Qin Hanshu seemed to be thinking about something.
Fan Hongxia smiled and said, "Why? Are you worried about letting your child, who is so young, live in the school?"
Qin Hanshu's face showed shame, "It's too early for me."
Fan Hongxia nodded and said, "That's right. You just got married and you haven't gotten pregnant yet. It will take many years for your child to go to elementary school."
That being said, this is exactly what Qin Hanshu was thinking about just now.
How could she bear to let her child live in the school dormitory during elementary school?
After making love at night, Qin Hanshu nestled in Zhou Weiguang's arms and casually mentioned this matter.
Zhou Weiguang misunderstood and touched Qin Hanshu's belly nervously, "Pregnant? Why didn't you tell me earlier? I was so strong just now, will there be any problem with the baby?"
Qin Hanshu slapped his hand away, "No! I meant the future."
Zhou Weiguang was relieved. "We'll talk about the future later. Who knows what the situation will be like then."
Qin Hanshu nodded, "Yes."
Zhou Weiguang rolled over and pressed on top of Qin Hanshu, "Do you want to have a baby?"