Chapter 70
Lu Qin sat down, his eyes lit up. "Oh, there's fish today. Thank you, Comrade Xu. Didn't the aunt say anything?"
It's a good day with fish and chicken.
"Nothing." She just stared at him suspiciously for a long time.
Lu Qin moved forward to find a comfortable position. When he opened the lunch box, the rich smell of chicken soup hit him.
Someone sniffed it carefully and asked, "What's that smell?"
"The cafeteria doesn't have chicken soup, does it?"
Lu Qin silently closed the lid a little: His Aunt Sun is a really good cook.
The lunch box Qin Shi gave him was an oval-bottomed, three-dimensional lunch box similar to a pillar, with a handle so he could carry it around.
Two chicken legs, chicken wings and a few neatly cut pieces of chicken. I guess one third of the chicken was in the lunch box.
After seeing the real thing, Lu Qin paused, and suddenly felt that the four bamboo shoots were too little as a return gift.
But since you have already taken it, just eat it.
He picked up two pieces for himself, looked up at the head opposite him, and without hesitation, put the remaining pieces into the corner of Xu Youzhi's lunch box. "You eat too. You've worked hard to help me get the food."
It was a big, full pot, not much different from the rice he had gotten himself.
Xu Youzhi was completely caught off guard.
Lu Qin covered the lunch box and put it aside. The aroma finally faded. "Why are you looking at me? If you want to thank me, you can share your food with me next time. My nephew is greedy, so I'll take the rest of the lunch box back for him."
That's why he didn't share the rest.
After a long chat, Xu Youzhi responded quickly. He had heard him talk about his nephew more than once, and he wasn't one to hesitate. "Okay."
It was still early, and Lu Qin ate slowly, his lips rosy. He raised his eyelids and asked, "By the way, what did Section Chief Zhao mention about the congress?"
The congress was mentioned several days ago.
At the "Congress", Xu Youzhi swallowed the food in his mouth. He had eaten chicken once during the Chinese New Year, and this was the first time this year.
"You mean the Food Factory Representatives Conference? It's overseen by the factory director and his colleagues, and it's held every year." Seeing his interest, Xu Youzhi put down his chopsticks and explained, "I just arrived at the Propaganda Department, and I heard from Officer Liu and the others that the Food Factory Representatives Conference is held in the city. It's advocated by those above, and its purpose is to encourage the majority of factory managers to increase productivity and ensure social supply."
Lu Qin thought for a moment, "Is that so? Our Propaganda Department will also send someone over there."
According to Xu Youzhi, that should not be the Propaganda Department's business.
Xu Youzhi thought carefully and recalled, "I'm not sure about this. According to the arrangements in previous years, people will be sent there, but it depends on how the leaders arrange it."
Lu Qin used chopsticks to peel the fish apart. "Where's Section Chief Zhao?"
“He goes there every year.”
"Okay, I got it. Eat quickly and then go back to work." Lu Qin didn't ask any more questions.
Xu Youzhi picked up his chopsticks again and said, "Oh, by the way, I have to go out with Secretary Niu and Secretary Zhang this afternoon."
The two people discussed in a low voice.
After eating, I walked out of the cafeteria with my lunch box.
The work of the Propaganda Department was undoubtedly just that. Lu Qin mastered the general steps and procedures, moved a bench and went to the propaganda column empty-handed.
The words on the bulletin board were still clear, as if they had just been written. This time, Secretary Liu didn't personally guard it. This shows the importance of leveraging the role of the masses.
As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. It took him about two and a half hours to complete the work, and Secretary Liu took care of the follow-up.
When I returned to the Propaganda Department, Xu Youzhi and the others had not returned yet.
It was still early, so Lu Qin tore two pieces of paper from Xu Youzhi and began to write the manuscript for submission.
Things that should have been done a long time ago have been delayed until today.
"March is the season for sowing seeds and also the season for sowing sweat. Our Laifu Food Factory..."
The first part opens up the big picture.
The second part responds to ideological policies.
The third part is about the workers’ appearance, and then I will talk about my own things.
Lu Qin arranged everything clearly.
Just when my thoughts were pouring out and I had just written a few words, there was a knock on the door.
"Is Section Chief Zhao here?" Zhou Jun looked into the room and saw that it was empty. He took two steps inside and asked tentatively, "Excuse me, is anyone here?"
I don’t know where the people from the Propaganda Department have gone.
Lu Qin looked up and saw a strange, thin young man wearing black-framed glasses standing at the door.
Confirmed that it was not someone he knew.
He put down his pen and stood up. "Hello, the Propaganda Department has an outing today, and Section Chief Zhao is also out. What can I do for you?"
Zhou Jun was stunned for a moment when his eyes fell on him. He undoubtedly knew him, but he reacted quickly, "Hello, comrade. When will Section Chief Zhao be back from his outing?"
Lu Qinyou noticed a sudden change in the air. "I'm not sure about this. How about you leave a message or your name? I'll have the factory contact you when the time comes. Is that okay with you?"
Zhou Jun looked at the time on his wrist. It was getting late. After thinking for a while, he felt that this solution was feasible. "Then thank you very much. Just tell him that Zhou Jun from the factory office wants to see him. He should come directly to the factory office. We will wait for him until 6pm. If he doesn't come back, ask him to come before 9am tomorrow."
Lu Qin, the factory manager, had a flash of inspiration.
He agreed and walked out of his seat without knowing when. "Okay, I've remembered everything. Sorry to bother you. Comrade, you should sit down and have a cup of tea. I just poured hot water for you."
As he said this, he went to pick up the thermos.
Zhou Jun nudged his glasses with his index finger. "No, I won't drink the tea. Sorry to bother this comrade."
He still has to go back and explain to the factory manager.
"Okay, comrade, take care." Lu Qin walked him to the door and watched him walk away.
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This chapter is short, I will make up for it when I have time on the weekend. Good evening!
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