Yao Youjun, who was sitting opposite, did not hear his mother's belittling voice. He was discussing with his father and Chu Tian how much betrothal gift would be appropriate.
Seeing that the two of them didn't know what to do, Chu Tian thought for a moment and asked, "Youjun, you bought the bicycle and the watch with your money. How much do you have left?"
Yao Youjun scratched his head. "I only have a little over 300 yuan on me. After buying the bicycle and the watch, I probably only have a little over 60 yuan left..."
Yao's father quickly said, "After paying off the debt, there are still more than fifty yuan left."
Chu Tian suggested, "Why not give 99.99 yuan? It means long-lasting and lasting, what a great meaning!"
Father Yao frowned and said hesitantly, "Isn't it too little?"
Chu Tian raised his eyebrows, "Or one hundred and thirteen and one and fourteen is also fine. For a lifetime, the meaning is also very good!"
Seeing that Yao's father was about to say something, Chu Tian continued, "Marriage isn't about draining one party's wealth. I can see that Director Liu and his wife truly want the best for their daughter. So, I think they'll only consider whether Youjun cares about her, not whether they're trying to drain your family's wealth and get into more debt!"
"Dad, Friend, I don't approve of emptying your family's wealth or even going into debt just for the sake of face!"
After a pause, he continued, "Of course, this is just my opinion. You don't have to listen to me."
After a moment's silence, Yao's father said, "I understand what you mean, but we're afraid that if we don't give them more, the Liu family will think we're looking down on them."
"After all, as you know, that girl is quite well-off. I'm afraid our allies won't be able to stand up straight in front of her in the future!"
Chu Tian chuckled, "Dad, forgive me for being blunt, but nowadays the average betrothal gift is between ten and forty or fifty yuan. Those who are better off will buy a bicycle, while those who are less well off will just give a few yuan and bring a bag and get married."
"Even when employees get married, few people buy bicycles and watches and give betrothal gifts worth several hundred yuan. Twenty or thirty yuan is enough..."
After a pause, he continued, "Also, I think that respect can be divided into many aspects. For example, friendly forces should show more concern and care for the girl, and be humble and polite to the future father-in-law, mother-in-law and other family members. For example, you and your mother should treat your future daughter-in-law as your own daughter and not treat her harshly, and so on..."
Under the surprised gazes of the two, Chu Tian thought for a moment and added, "Besides, when Xiujuan and I got married, didn't we give any betrothal gifts? But aren't Xiujuan and I living a good life now?"
"Actually, the most important thing is whether the friendly army can live well with the girl in the future! Everything else is secondary..."
Yao Xiujuan had been listening to the noise here, so when she heard what Chu Tian said, she turned around and looked at Chu Tian. The love in her eyes could not be hidden.
When Chu Tian saw this, he smiled gently at her.
Father Yao saw the eye contact between the two and nodded after a moment of silence, "I understand."
The conversation ended here. As for how much betrothal gift they would finally decide, that was not something Chu Tian could decide. What he had to consider now was what kind of wedding gift he should give to Yao Youjun!
The next day, Yao Youjun had to go to work, and Yao's father and mother also had to go home. Chu Tian got up early and drove a horse-drawn carriage to take Yao Youjun back to the steel plant, then took Yao's father and mother to the bus station, and finally drove the carriage back to the transport team.
There was no way. There was no time to send the carriage back to the brigade to exchange for bicycles, so after sending Yao's father and mother to the bus station at the steel plant, Chu Tian went directly to the brigade.
Zuo Zhuang met Chu Tian at the gate of the transport team. He saw that Chu Tian was driving a horse-drawn carriage. After Chu Tian tied up the horse, gave the horse a bucket of water, and took half a bag of hay from the carriage and put it on the ground, he came close to Chu Tian and whispered.
"Master, I heard..."
Chu Tian glanced at him sideways, "What have you heard?"
Zuo Zhuang chuckled, "I heard that our transport team has a new deputy director..."
Chu Tian was stunned. "Deputy Director? Our transport team, including the security guard, Uncle Li, only has about twenty people. We don't have much to do normally. The idle director is either serving tea or playing chess with himself every day. What's the purpose of having another deputy director? A tea buddy or chess partner for the director?"
Zuo Zhuang shrugged. "I heard he's from Beijing and came to our Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps. I don't know the specific reason, but he'll definitely leave in the future..."
"Anyway, my dad said that we can just treat him as our old age care and don't worry about anything else."
"Oh, I see."
Chu Tian then remembered, oh, this is not the future, this is the era when some things are particularly easy to be blown out of proportion, so it is reasonable for those who cannot explain themselves in certain aspects to use their connections to hide in remote places!
Zuo Zhuang was surprised by Chu Tian's indifferent attitude, "Master, don't you find it strange?"
Chu Tian said casually, "What's so strange about that? We can just do whatever the leader arranges!"
He paused, then stopped again and stood facing Zuo Zhuang. Seeing his puzzled expression, he stretched out his finger and tapped his shoulder, reminding him, "Zuo Zhuang, if you call me Master, I will give you a word of advice. Whether you listen or not is up to you."
Zuo Zhuang blinked and subconsciously asked, "What?"
Chu Tian raised his eyes to glance at Captain Meng at the door of the conference room and whispered, "Do more and talk less. Some things are better kept to yourself. Don't spread them around."
"You know, the mouth can cause trouble, right?"
After saying that, Chu Tian turned around and walked towards the meeting room.
Zuo Zhuang was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and smiled as he caught up with Chu Tian. He leaned close to Chu Tian and whispered, "Thank you."
Chu Tian glanced at him sideways, said hello to Captain Meng, walked into the conference room and sat in his usual chair, waiting for the director to come to the meeting.
Soon, Director Li walked in, followed by a middle-aged man who looked ordinary but exuded a sense of authority. He was about forty or fifty years old.
The confused drivers present gathered together and whispered, glancing at Chu Tian and Captain Meng from time to time, the inquiry in their eyes impossible to hide.
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Chu Tian is not a fool, how could he not understand their eyes? They must be thinking at this moment, is he or Captain Meng going to be wiped out...
Director Li saw that everyone had arrived and began to introduce them. "Let me introduce you. This is the newly transferred deputy director. She came from..."
After he finished speaking, no one reacted. They were all whispering to each other, and at the same time they were wondering why there had never been a transport team with a deputy director, but today a deputy director suddenly came?
Seeing Director Li's expression was off, Chu Tian quickly applauded and shouted, "Welcome, welcome, welcome Deputy Director Chen to our Red Flag Corps Transport Team."
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