"Okay, walk slowly, come sit down when you have time."
Seeing Liang Baozhen walking away, Liu Nianhua was about to go to the stove to cook, but saw Zhou Guoping, who was smiling just now, turned around and frowned, "You should have less contact with Xiao Xu's wife in the future."
Liu Nianhua's heart tightened, and she looked at her man and stammered, "Baozhen is fine..."
"What's good?" Zhou Guoping walked into the house, muttering, "She's from the countryside, and she doesn't have a job. What's the point of you hanging out with her all day?"
Looking back, Liu Nianhua's face was not very good. Zhou Guoping sighed and continued, "You don't have a job and stay at home every day. When you have time, go and talk to those who have jobs in our courtyard. For example, Cheng Caili is a salesperson in the supply and marketing cooperative. If you have a good relationship, it will be more convenient for you to buy some defective things. And Aunt Zhang, she has many relatives, many of whom are well-known. Don't stay with this country daughter-in-law all day."
Cheng Caili? Liu Nianhua has a gentle temperament, while Cheng Caili has a cheerful personality, sometimes a little irritable. There is no conflict between the two, but they can't say a few words. If everything was about fate, she really felt that she and Liang Baozhen hit it off and they could talk together. In addition, she had just come to the hospital before, and Zhou Yun had helped and comforted her a lot, so it was natural that she and her grandson-in-law would get along well.
"I just knitted a pair of gloves with Baozhen, what's the big deal?"
"Think about it yourself. Don't waste your time on this. Even if you want to make friends, you have to find someone who has a job and is capable."
Thinking of Liang Baozhen's work, Xu Shengjie visited Xue Lijun, director of the factory office of the Second National Cotton Mill, in his free time in the afternoon.
Xue Lijun had just returned to the factory from a business trip to the next city, and there was already a pile of things waiting for him on his desk.
"Director Xue." Xu Shengjie knocked on the wooden door of the office several times and walked inside after receiving a response.
Xue Lijun, who had his hair combed back and was dressed smartly, was drinking tea from an enamel cup. When he saw Xu Shengjie coming in, he smiled and said, "Xiaojie, I heard you got married recently? Congratulations."
At that time, Xue Lijun and Xu Shengjie's father were of similar age and quite familiar with each other. Although they had no contact after his death, Xu Shengjie knew that he was a very capable person. After serving in the army for a few years, he really made a name for himself and was much better than his disappointing son.
"Thank you, Director Xue." At this point, Xu Shengjie turned to Liang Baozhen and put a piece of paper in front of her. "My family had a job quota and was looking for someone to take over. Now that I'm married, I want to take the job back and let my wife come to the factory. This is my wife Liang Baozhen's information."
Xue Lijun naturally understood. He heard that Xu Shengjie married a country girl. Country people don't have a household registration in the city, so they can't afford the monthly food quota and have to buy it with their own money. It is definitely not as good as having a job.
First, it can solve the household registration problem, and second, it can make the family more well-off.
"I remember this happened, but it's been a long time and I can't remember which workshop it happened in."
"Ding Xiaoxia from the Fine Yarn Workshop 3."
"Okay, I'll look for the files later. If everything goes well, I can definitely transfer it to your house. I'll let you know in a few days."
"Thank you, Director Xue."
After Xu Shengjie left the office, Xue Lijun wrote some documents for a while, then stood up and looked through the glass cabinet on the wall of the office. He finally found the employee file from eleven years ago, Ding Xiaoxia, who was temporarily filling the Xu family's job quota.
Taking out the file, Xue Lijun looked at it for a while and felt that there was no problem. He took out a page of paper and prepared to write a work description for Liang Baozhen and Ding Xiaoxia.
Boom boom boom
His office was bustling today. Xue Lijun looked up and saw that it was the factory director's son, Chen Siming.
The Chen family was in turmoil some time ago. Chen Siming, the son of a factory director and director of the purchasing office, was arrested by the Revolutionary Committee for his work style and was sent for ideological education. Not long after, he married a girl from the countryside and became the most talked-about figure among the workers of the National Cotton Mill.
"Director Chen." Although Xue Lijun was more than ten years older than Chen Siming and had more experience in the National Cotton Mill, he knew exactly what to say to whom.
The words "Director Chen" softened Chen Siming's expression.
Chen Siming was reinstated yesterday and returned to the Purchasing Office. Now that the storm has passed, he can finally see the light of day. He can't be said to be in a bad mood. Even when he meets people in the factory, no one dares to talk about him to his face.
"Director Xue, you just got back, right?" Chen Siming sat across from Xue Lijun and chatted with him, "I just got back too."
"What a coincidence! I just returned to the city yesterday. We can have dinner together when we have time."
"Okay." Chen Siming came here for a purpose. Dong Jiayan pestered him to arrange a temporary job in the factory for her country relative. It would be embarrassing for him, the son of a factory director, to fail to do such a thing. So, Xue Lijun, the director of the factory office, came over. "Director Xue, I came here today because I really want your help with something."
"Oh, that's too polite. Just tell me, I will definitely do whatever I can."
"Can you spare a temporary worker quota in our factory? I have a relative who wants to come in."
How could any relative of the Chen family find him through Chen Siming? Xue Lijun knew it was the trouble of the country daughter-in-law. "This matter... The factory has not planned to recruit temporary workers recently."
"That's why I came to you for help. I can't find anyone else who has your ability."
"Hahaha, Director Chen, you are flattering me. I have no ability." Xue Lijun looked at Chen Siming. He didn't care about this man at all, but he was the son of the factory director after all. He couldn't afford to offend him if he said he would be reinstated if something happened again. "But since you asked for it yourself, I must help. I'll wait for good news in a few days."
"Thank you, Director Xue, you are really open-minded." Chen Siming felt proud, especially when Dong Jiayan said before he left that she didn't know if he, who had just resumed his original position, could have a say in the factory. It was a thorn in his heart. Now he could see clearly that Xue Lijun, with such a seniority, still saved his face, and he was still the glorious son of the factory director and the director of the Purchasing Office of the National Cotton Mill.
"Then I won't bother you anymore. You are busy."
"Okay, walk slowly."
Chen Siming stood up and prepared to leave. He exchanged a few words with Xue Lijun and was about to leave. As a result, when he looked down, he happened to see the page on the desk, on which Liang Baozhen's name was prominently listed.
"Director Xue, what is this?" Chen Siming's eyes suddenly tightened and he stared straight at the page of paper.
"Oh, this?" Xue Lijun pointed at the list and said casually, "The job positions of the workers in the factory have changed."
Chen Siming sneered, "Director Xue, job position changes, especially for people who come from the countryside, you have to be careful about this kind of thing, don't let it affect your work arrangements."
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