Chapter 87
Liu Jinbao was overwhelmed by the continuous new situations in the unit.
He was a little confused.
Taking advantage of their good relationship, Liu Jinbao quietly asked Ye Manzhi, "Director Ye, did you know you could nominate a representative candidate?"
"How can I know about this kind of thing?"
Ye Manzhi only knew one district leader, Mu Lan, in the district, but District Chief Mu was not in charge of election work.
Liu Jinbao asked suspiciously, "Then why don't you participate in the selection of 'Model Grassroots Workers'?"
If Ye Manzhi had not been sure that he could be elected as a people's representative, how could he, with his personality, voluntarily give up being a model?
"Director Zhang has a better chance of becoming a role model than I do, so of course I have to fully support him!"
In fact, Ye Manzhi took a big gamble this time.
After working with Zhang Qinjian for more than a year, she has gradually figured out his temper.
In daily work, as long as it doesn't cost money or waste, Zhang Qinjian usually lets his subordinates do what they want.
If it works out well, he will have some credit for it. If it fails, it won't be a big loss either.
However, Zhang Qinjian is very concerned about personal and collective honor.
Especially in the past few years, he was suppressed by Mulan, and almost all the decent awards and honors were won by Mulan.
Now that he is the boss, he attaches great importance to various awards, even the "Model Street for Promoting Public Bonds", which seems to be an attempt to avenge his previous shame.
It was precisely because he saw this clearly that Ye Manzhi made up his mind to give up the selection of "Model of Grassroots Work".
Zhengyang District's heavy industry is developing rapidly. In the previous two sessions of the People's Congress, the majority of worker representatives were men. The district needs to increase the proportion of women representatives by including representatives from government agencies and medical institutions.
Therefore, Ye Manzhi felt that under similar conditions, there was a great possibility that she would be nominated.
If she succeeds in squeezing out Zhang Qinjian and becomes a people's representative, then Old Zhang will definitely feel unbalanced!
Her work also needs the director's support, so that Lao Zhang can win the title of "model for grassroots work" in advance and the situation will not be too ugly.
Liu Jinbao carefully observed Deputy Director Ye's expression, but could not see any clues, so he could only give Ye Manzhi a thumbs up.
"Director Ye, you're truly audacious and skilled. If you don't make the preliminary list for people's representatives and miss out on the grassroots work model award, then you won't achieve anything this year."
Director Ye’s work performance this year has been outstanding. The service station has even been promoted throughout the province. If there is really no gain, it would be really making things difficult for others.
Ye Manzhi smiled and said, "If we don't get any harvest, then we get nothing. If we can't get anything this year, there's always next year."
Anyway, she is young and can afford to lose.
Isn’t the result pretty good now?
Although Zhang Qinjian was unhappy, he already had the title of model and was still very generous to the outside world.
After obtaining the primary list, we immediately organized people to post the voter list and hold a mass meeting to allow candidates to meet with the masses and introduce their personal deeds.
There are four constituencies in Guangming Street. Ye Manzhi will participate in the election in the third constituency, and the voters are all residents of the military industrial compound.
So, ever since they heard that their daughter had become a representative candidate, Old Ye and Chang Yue'e went out almost every day to canvass votes for her.
Even busier than her, a serious candidate.
"Mom, stop bothering us. This is an equal election. As long as we get more than half of the votes, we'll be elected."
"I have to keep busy," Chang Yue'e said, sweating profusely in the winter heat. "Old Qian's wife has been canvassing for votes for him. There are six candidates in this constituency, and you're the deputy director of the neighborhood committee. If the vote count is too far behind the others, it will be disastrous!"
"No way! I'm quite popular in our compound. Last year, I helped everyone clean up the coal slag heap, and several old ladies praised me. They'll definitely vote for me!"
Shen Liangmei exclaimed, "Little sister, how can you be so naive! Voting is secret. Some people say good things to your face, but they may not vote for you when the moment comes! Just listen to your parents on this matter. We have a large family and can help you get votes together!"
Shen Liangmei, who had received provincial leaders and shook hands with them, felt that she was no longer the same as before.
I feel more confident when speaking than before.
Looking at the old Ye family, apart from her parents-in-law, the one who most hopes that her sister-in-law will have a bright future is her sister Shen Liangmei.
After going to work at the service station, she felt that her sister-in-law was more useful than her own husband.
She heard that two more service stations were going to be opened on the street, and she wanted to become the station manager!
Ye Manzhi felt that he was popular and did not need to canvass for votes. Besides, there were more than 3,000 people in the entire constituency, so how could he possibly canvass for votes?
However, no one at home listened to her. Chang Yue'e didn't even cook and asked the whole family to eat in the cafeteria. She had to seize the time to build relationships with the neighbors and canvass votes for her daughter.
"You haven't seen how enthusiastic my mother is," Ye Manzhi complained to Wu Zhengrong when she got home. "If Lihua and Sunflower could vote, she would want to canvass for them too."
Wu Zhengrong was amused by her. "That's great, isn't it? Getting more votes shows that Director Xiao Ye has a strong mass base."
"What's good about it? Normally, there wouldn't be much pressure in an equal-candidate election, but after my parents' fuss, I'd feel a bit sorry for all the trouble if I didn't win with a high vote." Ye Manzhi handed him her scrapbook. "I just applied glue. Can you hold it for me? Don't close it!"
Wu Zhengrong took the clipping book and asked, "Can't you cut these clippings into the same size?"
He was used to arranging everything neatly. Ye Manzhi's scrapbook was made in different sizes, with things inside and outside, which made him feel uncomfortable looking at it.
"This one is already like this, let's try to make the next one more exquisite."
Ye Manzhi cut the tofu pieces from the newspaper one by one, feeling very satisfied.
This scrapbook contains reports related to Guangming Street. Some are related to her, and some are not, but she cut them all out and collected them together.
Among them were not only photos and reports of her speech at the Industrial Worker Model Congress, but also reports on the mayor's lectures at the People's Classroom. In particular, the photo of residents carrying benches and queuing in a long line to listen to the lecture was reprinted in several newspapers, allowing her to collect five photos of different sizes.
Ye Manzhi made some paste and posted the relevant reports about the convenience service station.
However, she flipped through the pages and said depressedly, "Why do I feel like the colors of those clippings I posted earlier have faded a bit?"
"Using glue will definitely fade. Why not try a loose-leaf clipping book and punch holes in the clippings?"
Wu Zhengrong made a suggestion, then turned his gaze back to the book in front of him and quickly immersed himself in it.
Ye Manzhi silently sorted out the clippings and looked at Wu Zhengrong several times.
She always felt that something was wrong with the military representative recently.
To be more precise, something has been wrong since I came back from a business trip to Beijing last year.
Although he used to like reading, he only read on a daily basis, staying in the study for two or three hours every day, sometimes reading professional books and sometimes reading casual books.
For him, reading is more like a time to relax.
However, after returning from Beijing, she felt that the other party seemed to have a very obvious sense of urgency.
The main manifestation is that the length of his reading time has increased. He always reads whenever he has the chance, even harder than her, a student preparing for the college entrance examination, which puts her under a lot of pressure.
They would listen to the radio together every night. In addition to the regular central news, they would also listen to storytelling or music for a while.
Now Wu Zhengrong no longer listens to storytelling music, but instead starts listening to the Russian lectures at nine o'clock!
Noticing the gaze from the opposite side, Wu Zhengrong looked up and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Comrade Military Representative, tell me the truth, are you doing anything big lately?"
"What big move?"
Ye Manzhi told him about the abnormalities she had discovered recently.
"If there's no big move, why are you working harder than me, a college entrance exam candidate?"
Seeing the worry on her face, Wu Zhengrong pondered for a long time before saying vaguely, "The matter is not confirmed yet, and some of the content is still confidential. After you listen to it, don't tell anyone else."
"Yeah, I'm very tight-lipped!" Ye Manzhi assured repeatedly.
Wu Zhengrong said selectively, "My superiors might recommend me to study for a postdoctoral degree."
"So you're going to the Soviet Union?"
The clipping book was not held firmly and fell onto the table.
Ye Manzhi just thought that he had encountered trouble at work, but she didn't expect the answer to be like this.
She had planned to study in the Soviet Union and of course knew that the associate doctorate was a degree unique to the Soviet Union.
Several Soviet experts who supported the construction of Factory 656 were associate doctors.
Wu Zhengrong hurriedly reassured him, "You don't have to go to the Soviet Union. I might just recommend you to study for a PhD at the Binjiang Military Academy, where your advisor will be a Soviet advisor."
"What does 'possible' mean? Can I go?"
The organization recommended me to study for a postdoctoral degree. It’s such a good thing, I must strive for it no matter what!
"It's hard to say. The selection process is quite complicated and the project is still confidential."
Wu Zhengrong himself had no idea, so he couldn't explain it clearly to Ye Manzhi.
The specific selection criteria, the number of people selected, and future research directions are all unknown.
The only thing that is certain is that he will have to study with the Soviets. If he does not know Russian, even if he is selected, the learning process will not be easy.
Ye Manzhi was both happy and worried. She turned around several times before she calmed down and sat back in her chair.
She asked suspiciously, "Aren't you going to Beijing to attend a military representative conference? How did you get the organization's recommendation?"
Wu Zhengrong said nothing, but Ye Manzhi, with her sharp mind, asked worriedly, "Did you say anything you shouldn't have to the boss?"
Before he went to the meeting, the Soviet Union had just launched the first artificial satellite.
The whole street was celebrating with joy, except for the military representative who disagreed with everyone else.
She even pulled the man into bed and warned him.
Wu Zhengrong smiled: "Being vigilant and defending the motherland is not empty talk. What I said is what I should say."
Ye Manzhi fell silent.
It seems that he really told his leader.
However, the fact that his superiors were willing to recommend him to study for a postdoctoral degree at the Military Academy and to learn under Soviet advisers is very telling.
The series of unexpected news made Ye Manzhi a little nervous.
She stood up and sat in the man's arms, listening to his steady and strong heartbeat in his chest, and gradually relaxed herself.
"It's not easy to be a military wife. I'm always worried about you."
"If you don't ask and don't know, you can live your life in peace."
"I'm going to ask! As long as it's not confidential, I want to know everything!"
Ye Manzhi often told the other party about her work, but the military representative's work involved confidential information, so she never asked about it.
Only when Wu Zhengrong took the initiative to bring up the topic would she ask about it.
"You have to be the main force in this year's spring cleaning before the New Year! You'll be the one doing all the dirty work!" Ye Manzhi pinched his chin and asked, "Did you hear me?"
"Yes," Wu Zhengrong agreed good-naturedly, and then asked, "Then what are you doing?"
"Of course I have to study for the college entrance exam!" Ye Manzhi said confidently, "If you get a PhD while I'm still a high school student, I'll be so embarrassed when my kids ask me about it!"
Ye Manzhi secretly complained in her heart, she was already jealous to the point of going crazy because of Qin Xiang and Zhou Mu going to college, and now there was the possibility of having a lover with an associate doctorate degree, which really left her with no way out!
Why--
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Ye Manzhi had conjunctivitis and didn't want to work two days a week and have one day off with the associate doctor.
But then she changed her mind and thought, what if she could get some of Wenquxing's aura and make her study progress by leaps and bounds?
So I couldn't help it and did it with her again.
Ye Manzhi comforted herself that Wu Zhengrong's associate doctorate degree was not yet certain, but after this week, she would be a full-fledged district people's representative!
The official election day is set for Sunday.
Ye Manzhi got out of bed at around four in the morning.
Wu Zhengrong made her a cup of goat milk powder and said, "Just have a bite for now. I'll bring you breakfast in the morning."
"Isn't this from Sunflower? Leave it for it to drink."
Although being polite, Ye Manzhi still soaked two biscuits in goat milk.
Wu Zhengrong was paying attention to the general election for the first time. While filling a military canteen with hot water, he asked, "It's so cold, are you going to stand in the venue all day?"
"Of course! I have to be here all day today."
"Then put the water bottle close to your body inside your cotton-padded jacket to keep warm."
The election started at five in the morning. Ye Manzhi didn't dare to stay at home. He ate a quick breakfast and went out with his water bottle.
It was pitch black outside in the early morning. When the couple walked on the snow and arrived at the 656 Factory Children's School together, comrades from the election team and relatives and friends of the candidates had already arrived early.
Ye Manzhi spotted the Ye family in the crowd and quickly ran over to ask, "Mom and Dad, why are you here so early?"
"We can't sleep anyway, so we're here to help keep an eye on you," Chang Yue'e said in a low voice. "I'm standing here, and those who promised to vote for you in advance will feel embarrassed not to vote!"
"..." Ye Manzhi said helplessly, "Voting is voluntary, why do you care who people vote for? After you vote, just go home and sleep!"
Ye Shouxin waved his hand like he was shooing away flies and said, "We know what's going on. You don't need to worry about it!"
The Ye family is about to produce a people's representative, and this matter is as important as when Mantang was selected to study in the Soviet Union.
Since today is Sunday, Ye Shouxin, who doesn’t have to go to work, decided to stay here.
Witness the birth of the first people's representative of the Ye family!
Ye Manzhi couldn't do anything about them. She waved goodbye to her parents, brother, sister-in-law and Wu Zhengrong, then walked to the candidate team and stood with the other five candidates.
There are dozens of staff members. Two comrades from the election presidium came from the district. Zhang Qinjian is the master of ceremonies today. There are also 15 people to monitor the balloting, 20 people to issue ballots, and 12 people each to arrange the venue and patrol.
The atmosphere on the scene was serious and tense.
At five o'clock sharp, before daybreak, Zhang Qinjian took the stage and announced, "The election meeting for the third constituency in Guangming Street, Zhengyang District, Binjiang City, has officially begun!"
After the six candidates in the third constituency checked the ballot boxes one by one and sealed them, voters could start voting.
Voters came to the venue to vote one after another. As the master of ceremonies, Zhang Qinjian had to remind everyone that electing people's representatives is a solemn matter. "I hope everyone will cast their sacred vote solemnly and seriously!"
From five in the morning to seven in the evening, there was a constant stream of voters coming to vote throughout the entire day.
The staff can change shifts, but the families of several candidates seem to be staying in the venue forever. Even Wu Zhengrong changed his study place from the study to the venue and spent a day with his wife and father-in-law and mother-in-law at the election meeting.
At 7:20 p.m., after confirming that no more voters came to vote, Zhang Qinjian announced that the ballot boxes would be opened for counting the votes.
A total of 3,695 people participated in the voting, and voters could vote for all six candidates or just one of them.
The final vote count is:
Resident representative Li Guiying received 3,601 votes.
Agency representative Ye Manzhi received 3,595 votes.
Worker representative Zhao Sheng 3514 votes
Worker representative Li Enjiu received 3,462 votes.
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All six people received more than half of the votes, with Director Li from the neighborhood committee receiving the highest number of votes.
The Executive Chairman announced on the spot: "According to Article 59 of the Election Law, the above six comrades have been legally designated as the third term of the Zhengyang District People's Representatives. Now, please come to the stage and speak."
Director Li, as the person with the most votes, went on stage on behalf of the six newly elected people's representatives to express their determination.
Ye Manzhi took the plastic flowers presented by the Young Pioneers and listened to the sound of firecrackers set off outside, her cheeks flushed with excitement.
She was officially elected as a people's representative!
After thanking all the leaders and colleagues for their hard work, Ye Manzhi ran to Lao Ye and Chang Yue'e holding her "Certificate of Elected Representative".
"Mom and Dad, let me show you my certificate!"
Old Ye was much more excited than the person involved. He held his daughter's certificate and wiped his tears. "Laiya is so successful! This is the first people's representative of our Ye family! I have to go back to my hometown and brag about it during the Spring Festival this year!"
Chang Yue'e said disdainfully, "Why are you crying again? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by your son-in-law?"
"My dad is crying with joy!"
Wu Zhengrong was no longer surprised by his father-in-law's constant crying.
There is no such sentimental man in the Wu family, but he feels that Old Ye's love for his daughter is rare.
He discussed with Ye Manzhi: "Why don't we ask our parents to take your certificate of election back to have a look?"
"Sure!" Ye Manzhi was still in a state of extreme excitement. "Dad, a certificate of election is nothing. Wait until I pass the selection for transfer students and get the university admission letter, then you can wipe away your tears!"
She asked her parents to take the certificate of election back to celebrate. After returning home, while her passion was still there, she wrote down several livelihood issues that the masses were concerned about, and prepared to submit them to the district people's congress when she went there for the first time.
Then, she wrote a thought report with great enthusiasm, hoping that the party organization would see her progress and determination and approve her to join the party as soon as possible.
After doing all this, she put on Wu Zhengrong's big sweater, played with cats and dogs in the house, and strolled around.
Wu Zhengrong leaned against the bedside, book in hand. She had been so distracted that he couldn't read a single word. He couldn't help but remind her, "You just boasted to our dad that he'd see your college acceptance letter. You're not pinning all your hopes on a recommendation from the organization, are you?"
This year's recommendation work for transfer students started before the Spring Festival, and Ye Manzhi just submitted the application materials the day before yesterday.
With one year of work experience added, she and Lin Qingmei both placed their hopes on this year's recommendation for exemption from examination.
If she is recommended to go to university, she won't have to take the college entrance examination.
However, Wu Zhengrong was much calmer than her about this matter, and kept reminding her not to be complacent and to continue reviewing.
If I fail to be recommended for exemption from the entrance examination and fail to prepare enough for the college entrance examination, I will miss the opportunity to go to college this year.
No one can say for sure whether there will be a policy of transferring students to government departments next year.
Ye Manzhi was frightened by what he said and hurriedly took out her books to review.
But she had just been elected as a people's representative today, and she was so excited that she couldn't read or sleep.
It was already past midnight, and Wu Zhengrong had no choice but to pull her onto the bed. He then rubbed the water on his forehead, and finally let her fall asleep peacefully.
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With the end of the general election, Guangming Street officially entered the state of preparation for the Chinese New Year.
In his first year as director, Zhang Qinjian was awarded the title of model. He was rare in his generosity and opened his slush fund to buy generous New Year gifts for everyone in the unit.
As soon as the Little New Year passed, holiday gifts were distributed to everyone.
The branches are full of leaves, just like last year, and they are moving home bit by bit like ants moving house.
When she was carrying half a bundle of knife fish home, Wu Zhengrong also came in carrying a basket.
Ye Manzhi took the initiative to say: "Don't send New Year gifts to my parents this year. We are going back to my grandparents' house for the New Year, so it's a good opportunity to bring the gifts over."
Wu Zhengrong didn't respond to the New Year's gift. He frowned and said, "My aunt just called me and said that Grandpa fainted."
"Huh? Why did you faint?"
Wu Zhengrong said expressionlessly, "It is said that he fainted because of my cousin's anger."
This year, his third uncle brought his son back to his hometown to celebrate the New Year.
This cousin is the most studious grandchild after Wu Zhengrong and Wu Xiulan.
Dean Wu often wrote letters to his youngest son, asking him to urge his grandson to study hard and go to college so that he could arm himself with scientific knowledge and build the motherland in the future.
Seeing that the college entrance examination is approaching this year, Dean Wu wants to check on his grandson's academic performance.
As a result, the boy said directly that he had decided to join the army and was not going to take the college entrance examination.
When Wu Zhengrong joined the army, he at least changed his career after being admitted to university.
This little grandson is obviously very talented, but he doesn’t even want to go to university!
Dean Wu wanted to scold him, but he ran out of breath and fainted on the spot.
Hearing this, Ye Manzhi didn't care about giving New Year's gifts anymore. She put on her cotton-padded jacket and scarf again and urged, "Let's go see Grandpa first. Is he at home or in the hospital?"
"He's still being examined in the hospital."
As Ye Manzhi walked out, he sighed and said, "Grandpa must be very angry that his grandson, who has high hopes for him, doesn't want to go to college. Why don't we tell him that you want to study for a postdoctoral degree? Maybe it will make him happy and he will feel better."
"Forget it, I'm afraid he will get too excited." Wu Zhengrong curled his lips.
He could tolerate his father-in-law crying with joy in front of him, but he didn't want to see it if it was his own grandfather.
However, if you want to let Dean Wu retire early due to health reasons, now seems to be a good time...
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