Chen Qing bluntly asked, "Your relatives and friends?"
Secretary Zhang nodded with a wry smile.
After thinking for a moment, Chen Qing said, "Tell your relative that I've remembered."
Secretary Zhang breathed a heavy sigh of relief: "Thank you, Factory Director."
Regardless of what happens next, he has at least repaid his uncle's kindness.
After he left the office, Chen Qing looked through the bamboo weaving factory's information again. The bamboo weaving factory mainly made bamboo mats, bamboo chairs and other daily necessities. After receiving an order from Shengxia Clothing Store a while ago, it started making shopping baskets. Currently, it wants to connect with Romantic Country through Shengxia Sports Clothing Factory because people in Romantic Country like bamboo woven products.
The plan is excellent.
If it has real, high-quality materials.
Chen Qing didn't mind helping him.
As Chen Qing stuffed the documents back into the file folder, she couldn't help but sigh. China is ultimately a society based on personal connections. Secretary Zhang had helped her for many years, and she had even caused Secretary Zhang to twist his ankle. It wouldn't be appropriate to refuse to help out forcefully. Fortunately, Secretary Zhang didn't push his luck, otherwise it would have been really difficult to handle.
Just as Chen Qing put the file folder into the drawer, the phone rang.
It was Song Zemin calling.
"Comrade Chen, has your wife returned to China?"
"Oh? Yes."
"It's with you, isn't it?"
"……right."
"I haven't seen him in a long time either. Could you bring him along so we can have a meal together?"
After learning from his friends in the capital that He Yuan had returned to China, Song Zemin began to investigate what He Yuan had been doing in the past few years. He was not from the heavy industry sector and had no direct contact, but he knew from his friends that "wherever He Yuan was, he could get a lot of investment from the state." However, for He Yuan's career development, it would be more conducive for him to conduct research in the capital.
Song Zemin only wanted He Yuan in Guangdong Province!
Chen Qing looked at He Yuan.
He Yuan shook his head and refused, then took her paper and pen and wrote 'child'.
Chen Qing declined, saying, "He has to pick up his child and needs to spend more time with him later. It's not convenient for him today. Let's make an appointment another time."
Hearing Chen Qing's refusal, Song Zemin persisted, saying, "Tell him that Guangdong is also a good place. Your whole family is here, which is good for family harmony. Guangdong is also full of talented people, and the reform and opening-up policy is now relaxed, which is a good time for development. If he develops in Guangdong, the two of you can progress together, wouldn't that be great? If you can persuade him to stay in Guangdong, I will give you credit for attracting talent. I can't help you with the main factory of Shengxia Sports Apparel Factory, but as long as you keep him here, I will give your branch factory special treatment."
"Okay! I'll tell him, and I'll have a good talk with him."
Song Zemin then persuaded Chen Qing for a while before hanging up the phone.
He Yuan explained to Chen Qing, "Going to the capital would save money, and the talent pool is currently concentrated there, so I would be better able to develop my career there."
Chen Qing nodded: "That's good."
Seeing that she didn't mind, He Yuan raised his hand to look at his watch; it was almost four o'clock. "I'll go pick up the kids."
"Go ahead."
After he left, Chen Qing received several calls from provincial leaders who had cooperated with Shengxia Clothing Store, all asking He Yuan if he wanted to develop his business in their area. Lin Ran had become a hot commodity.
Chen Qing then wanted to give He Yuan his private phone number.
Someone verbally agreed to be her assistant.
In reality, she worked as his secretary.
Chen Qing: "..."
She also had to write down all the benefits promised by the person who contacted He Yuan and show them to him.
I'm so angry!
Go home and beat him up!
He Yuanzhen didn't know that much.
He happily went to pick up his child.
The school bell rang when we were still about ten meters away from the school gate.
Soon, a large number of children appeared at the entrance.
He Yuan spotted his two little figures at a glance.
It wasn't that he had particularly good eyesight; it was just that Youyou was too conspicuous.
He was surrounded by several classmates, his face flushed with excitement, gesturing wildly.
As He Yuan approached, he heard him boasting, "It's true! My dad came back last night, you didn't see him this morning, he's so tall!"
He Yuan couldn't help but laugh, and quickened his pace.
"Youyou".
Just as Youyou was getting into the conversation, she suddenly turned her head, and her eyes lit up instantly, like two black grapes that had been lit up.
"dad!"
He shouted, and without even having time to properly carry his schoolbag, he slung it over one shoulder and rushed off.
He Yuan caught him steadily; he was indeed quite heavy.
Holding her father, Youyou proudly showed off to her classmates, "Look, this is my dad."
Several children looked at He Yuan and politely greeted him, "Hello, Uncle."
He Yuan responded with a smile.
Even though he was very nice, the children were still a little afraid of interacting with adults and left in a hurry.
He Yuan asked, "Where's my sister?"
Youyou said, "My sister secretly read extracurricular books during class, and the teacher confiscated the books. She also had to copy two pages of the new words she learned today as punishment."
"Then let's go take a look."
"Okay, we're in Class 3 of Grade 1."
At Shengxia Children's School, classes are assigned according to the order of registration, and there is no such thing as a "rocket class" at present.
Chen Qing registered a little late, and the two kids were already in Class 3.
Sitting in the classroom, Pingping had a quiet little girl beside her.
Pingping angrily wrote the character 'five'.
"elder sister--"
Youyou called out to her.
Pingping didn't even look up: "Get lost."
Youyou must have come to mock her; just hearing his voice annoys her.
Youyou complained to her father, "Dad, look, she often scolds me."
Pingping looked up when she heard the word "Dad," and when she saw that her father had actually come, she pursed her lips shyly.
He Yuan put his son down, led him inside, and sat him down in the seat in front of Pingping's classmate: "How much have you written?"
Pingping looked dejected: "Half a page, there's still one and a half pages left."
He Yuan glanced at Pingping's handwriting; it was very beautiful!
"Then take your time writing, we'll wait for you here."
Pingping: "Oh."
The little girl next to Pingping sat stiffly.
Pingping introduced her deskmate to her father: "My deskmate is Ding Yueyue."
He Yuan said in a gentle voice, "Hello, Comrade Ding Xiao."
Ding Yueyue moved closer to Pingping and said, "Hello, Uncle."
He Yuan nodded politely.
Seeing this, Youyou simply took out her homework: "I'll do my homework now."
He Yuan looked at his son's handwriting again, which was far inferior. "Didn't you study for a few more years than your sister?"
"Yes, but I don't know how to read or read books. I just play. My sister likes to write something every day, and she also likes to write things to scold people, so she writes well. Our blackboard bulletin is all written by my sister."
Youyou pointed to the blackboard at the back of the classroom.
He Yuan followed his instructions and went there.
In the very center is a large sunflower, each petal drawn carefully. Surrounding the sunflower are several Young Pioneers wearing red scarves, small in stature, with their faces upturned and two red patches on their cheeks.
The edge of the blackboard was drawn with green chalk vines, on which bloomed unidentified small white flowers. Upon closer inspection, each flower had five petals, and they were all exactly the same.
His handwriting is even better; every stroke seems to be dipped in full force, revealing a serious spirit that refuses to admit defeat.
He Yuan stared at the blackboard bulletin, his mind filled with countless thoughts, but when he looked at his daughter, he earnestly praised, "This blackboard bulletin is very well drawn!" (End of Chapter)
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