Chapter 157 Lin Shuhong Returns
No one had even considered the question raised by Song Lubai.
For everyone, it's taken for granted that department store salespeople treat customers with an arrogant and impatient attitude, because that's how it's always been.
If you become a salesperson or waiter after being assigned a job, you might subconsciously put on airs with customers.
At the end of class, the teacher on the stage said, "Today, we'll use the question raised by that student as the topic. Everyone, please write an argumentative essay and hand it in. What's your name, student?"
Song Lubai immediately gave her name.
She tried to impress the teacher so that the teacher would remember her, and it seems to be working.
"Okay, Song, you'll be in charge of collecting homework from now on."
Song Lubai knew that her eagerness to perform would displease some people, and she had already seen some people roll their eyes at her, but she didn't care.
Your inaction cannot stop me from striving for progress.
Everyone is the same, with the same high school education. To get ahead in job assignments, you have to stand out from the crowd. She was doing this openly and honestly.
There was still more than an hour before lunch, and there weren't any extra tables for them to write their essays when they got back to the dormitory. So after class, many of them stayed in the classroom to write and chat.
Song Lubai wanted to finish her homework during her lunch break, so she buried herself in her work and wrote diligently. Sitting in the classroom reminded her of her school days.
After finishing her studies, she had to earn a salary, and the months of labor training made her miss her school days even more.
"A kind word warms the heart for three winter months, while a harsh word chills the heart for six summer months. A good service attitude can..."
Some of the passages she had written were read aloud. Song Lubai looked up and saw that it was Xia Huai.
What do you need?
Comrade Xia would compose a poem whenever he saw yellow earth and fiery clouds in the fields, and occasionally he would even create a couple of rhyming jingles, causing quite a bit of amusement in the fields.
Xia Huai said, "I want to discuss the issue you raised today with you."
He sat down in an empty seat next to the aisle, and soon a crowd gathered around, men and women criticizing the "snobbish" sales clerks he had encountered in state-run stores in the past.
These saleswomen all share a common trait: they are more polite to well-dressed customers, but they openly show their disdain for customers who appear to be struggling financially.
Having already shared joys and sorrows for several months, everyone felt an increasing sense of resonance as they talked, and the atmosphere in the classroom was as lively as a vegetable market.
Sun Hong was not used to this atmosphere and could not fit in, so she packed her things and left the classroom.
As soon as Miao Yanzi and the other girls came out, they said, "Look how capable she is. She didn't do as much work as we did when we were in the company, but now she's really good at showing off."
"Those of us who work quietly and diligently are the ones who suffer the most; when the time comes, we won't get any of the good things."
Upon hearing this, Sun Hong thought to herself, "No one is stopping you from showing yourselves, so why are you unhappy when others are showing themselves?"
The people behind caught up, and Miao Yanzi climbed onto Sun Hong's arm.
Sun Hong was not used to interacting with people like this, and she knew that almost no one liked her or associated with her, so she lowered her head and silently withdrew her hand.
Miao Yanzi pursed her lips, seeking agreement, and asked, "Do you think she especially loves to show off?"
Sun Hong said in a low voice, "Go ask her directly."
Miao Yanzi choked.
He had a lot to say, but Sun Hong's unlucky appearance stifled his words.
After Sun Hong walked away, Miao Yanzi, her face flushed and pale, spat and said, "You don't want to talk to me? I don't want to talk to you, you thief."
The girl next to me whispered, "I heard from the old man serving food in the cafeteria that the best place to go is to stay at the Shicheng headquarters and work in an office, where you'll be assigned work by the personnel department."
Miao Yanzi said, "The Commerce Department is about to merge with the Supply Department. I heard they're going to build a new building. If we can stay here, we might get a room in the future."
They will study for a total of two months. By the time the study period ends, it will be almost Chinese New Year, and they will be able to report to their workplaces after the New Year.
Everyone wants to be assigned a good job. Although all assigned jobs have permanent positions, there are still good and bad jobs.
People were asking around in private, and acquaintances were sharing gossip. Even though the training had only lasted less than a week, there was already undercurrent of discussion about work assignments.
This concerns personal interests, and anyone with a sense of purpose doesn't want to fall behind.
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The headquarters of the sixth field.
The snow and dust on the street mixed together and stuck to the ground, forming brownish-gray ice.
The weather was cold, and crowds occupied both sides of the street, watching people being driven to walk in the middle of the street with their heads hanging low.
Some children grabbed ice from the ground and threw it at them, laughing and cursing.
Zhang Jian, pale and emaciated, was numbly led forward. At this moment, he could no longer recall his glorious past.
Lu Shuangshuang, with her dry, tangled hair, hung her head and her hands were covered in chilblains. She felt no presence in her body and moved her feet mechanically and numbly.
This wasn't the first time something like this had happened; she had already completely lost face.
On the street, Yao Guifang, who had just finished her postpartum confinement, looked at her child's father with tears welling up in her eyes.
She never imagined that Zhang Jian had done so many wrong things.
She cried her eyes out during her postpartum period and finally accepted the fact. But seeing Zhang Jian's appearance now, she didn't know what she was sad about, she just wanted to cry.
"Comrade, where can I find a tractor to the 25th Company?"
Interrupted from her thoughts, Yao Guifang sniffed, held back her tears, and shook her head with a heavy nasal tone: "I don't know, go ask someone else."
Wearing a tattered coat, Lin Shuhong withdrew her gaze from the center of the street and went to ask the next person.
It was too cold, and it would take a long time to walk there. There was no tractor in sight, so Lin Shuhong rubbed her hands together, breathing out warm air, wondering where she could borrow a bicycle.
The trip wasn't a pleasant experience, but thankfully the outcome was good, and it didn't take too long.
You won't know how difficult it is to survive without the help of relatives and friends if you don't leave your hometown.
Having finally found a job and a small single room in a dormitory, he couldn't wait to come back and pick up his daughter.
Unable to find a tractor or a bicycle, Lin Shuhong had no choice but to hurry towards the 25th Company while it was still early.
As for Liu Mei, she will have no further connection with the father and daughter.
He didn't want to see Liu Mei, so as soon as he returned, he came to the Sixth Division to pick up his daughter.
He wanted to secretly take his daughter away without letting Liu Mei know where he and his daughter were going.
He wondered if Song Lubai would get Lin Jinyao a cotton-padded coat to keep warm on such a cold day.
He wondered if his daughter had suffered with Song Lubai, but he felt that Song Lubai probably wouldn't mistreat her.
After walking and asking around, we finally found the 25th Company in the middle of the afternoon.
"What? She's gone? My daughter was sent away a long time ago. Where did she send her?"
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