After the secretary left, the mother and daughter opened the file bag.
What catches the eye is the neat and elegant handwriting of the fountain pen.
Even though I don't get along with her, I see the professional and promising plan above.
Even after taking into account the methods of dealing with risks.
Zhu Mulan nodded approvingly.
It is undeniable that Sang Zhi is very outstanding, but there are a lot of outstanding people these days, and not all of them have successful careers.
Ultimately, you still need connections and background.
Otherwise, you will be like Sangzhi, unable to fight back after being bullied.
"Copy her stuff and combine it with the wood we want to produce.
As for hers, just write a few hundred words and cram it in."
Women's thoughts are simple.
Just now in the yard, Mr. and daughter Gu were only busy talking to her and didn't see what the girl wrote.
When the factory leaders hold meetings to discuss matters, the parties involved will not participate and will only be informed of the results.
I'm not afraid of Sangzhi's subsequent suspicions.
She also doesn't allow that there is always someone better than you?
Even if this person really went to the factory office and found out that their things had been exchanged, so what?
Even the contents of the tape have been changed. What else can she do if she has no evidence?
Zhu Mulan was a cautious and careful person. She even thought about how to make amends if her plan failed and she was exposed.
The factory building is not only owned by the sawmill, the sub-district office also has the right to dispose of it. What she needs to do now is to establish a good relationship with them.
Even if the truth is finally revealed, she has already moved the equipment in.
Out of humanitarian considerations, the factory and the street office want to maximize their profits and will not let her give up her space.
The most I can do is apologize to that girl.
Losing face and honor are minor matters; getting the factory is what matters.
Simply put, this mother and daughter have decided to be shameless to the end.
………
Director Wang of the Subdistrict Office is going to retire next year. Now he spends his whole day at work reading newspapers, drinking tea, and mediating conflicts between neighbors.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that they were starting to slack off and delegate power to the deputy director.
So those who have some small ideas and want to ask someone for help all go to the deputy director's house.
Guo Yun, deputy director of the sub-district office, is in his thirties, tall and thin, and nearsighted.
He often wears a blue cadre uniform and carries a briefcase under his arm that was issued by the city a few years ago with the words "Serve the People" written on it.
He was so hungry after the meeting that he felt like his chest was shaking, and when he got home he found the stove was cold.
Not to mention eating, there is not even a sip of hot water.
Looking at his daughter-in-law, she had a gloomy face, and the question on her lips was replaced by concern.
"It's almost half past one, wife, you haven't eaten yet, right?
It’s all my fault for coming home too late and not having time to cook for you. Wait a minute, I’ll wash my hands and cook right away.”
Even though he will be promoted to the head of the street office soon, he should just order his wife around and be a hands-off boss at home.
In fact, his wife's salary is about the same as his, but his father-in-law used his connections to arrange for her to work at the city grocery company in his early years.
Although it has now been changed into the Municipal Non-staple Food Company.
But the business scope is very large. In addition to tobacco, alcohol, and sugar, there are also cakes, canned food, dairy products, fruits, aquatic products, salt, etc.
In order to take care of our son, my husband has deliberately retired from the production department to logistics support in the past two years, and his power is not as great.
But that's the municipal food company.
They are needed to provide and coordinate the supply for the entire city and its townships.
Moreover, in this era of food shortage, isn't it all thanks to my daughter-in-law that we have an endless supply of biscuits, canned food, and brown and white sugar?
This is called economic level determines superstructure.
He has to offer sacrifices to others.
It was too late, so he didn't cook any fine meals.
I fried cabbage and pumpkin to make noodle soup, but it seemed too bland, so I fried two eggs and put them in the bowls of my wife and son respectively.
His son is six years old, an age that even dogs dislike.
I have prepared the meal and the kids are playing in the mud in the yard.
After calling Nihou over, he secretly asked him, "Why is your mother unhappy again?"
The child was very clever, his big black and white eyes rolled around, and he looked out with a chubby face to look at his mother.
He stretched out a finger and whispered, "One candy."
After the father and son made the deal, the child told the truth.
It turned out that his mother came at noon, cried poor and borrowed twenty yuan, and before leaving she also took away a lot of snacks for her son.
They said that the younger grandson was not as lucky as the older grandson. He had never eaten these rare foods and cried because of hunger at home.
Knowing that it was his own mother's fault, he was overwhelmed.
The relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is probably the most difficult relationship to coordinate in the world.
He was caught in the middle and was in a difficult position.
Of course, the worst one is his mother.
I am able to get back on my feet now thanks to the support from my father-in-law’s family.
Yes, he understood the feeling of a mother who wanted all her children to have a good life.
But he can't ask his younger brothers and sisters for help with their work or for money for their weddings.
Even the cousins who came back to the city from the countryside from my grandmother's side came to him, right?
Now more and more educated youth are returning to the city, but how to settle them involves the employment department, the educated youth office, and the street office where their original household registration is located.
What's the point of asking him for everything?
My back, which was already bent, can no longer be straightened.
When he brought food to his wife, he had already thought about how to make her happy.
Just then, the son's face frowned.
When he looked over, the boy scratched his private parts a few times with his hands, but he returned to normal in a short while.
It's not even a small problem.
He didn't take it seriously and went to find a wife.
Men can care about their reputation and be chauvinistic outside, but they cannot do that with their wives at home.
Guo Yun washes clothes and cooks at home. Sometimes when his wife is busy with work, he will sew clothes and make sandbags for his son.
When he entered the room, he saw his wife with her head covered in the quilt. He hugged her and the quilt in his arms and apologized without saying anything.
When the person's expression looks better, he or she will be fed.
Seeing her husband looking like a young wife, Hu Ping burst into laughter.
Life doesn't require you to argue about who is right or wrong. He promised to confront his mother-in-law and then backed down.
The crisis was resolved and the man breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, he looked through the window and saw his son outside scratching his lower body again, so he expressed his feelings to his wife.
"I have seven feet of cloth coupons this month. You can buy some cloth for your son and make him a pair of shorts. I've seen him scratch himself several times in a short while."
He thought that his son's underwear might be like his own, with too many patches, which made him itchy and uncomfortable.
But Hu Ping looked puzzled.
"These pants are new. I've only worn them for two weeks. They shouldn't be uncomfortable."
The two looked at each other. If the underwear wasn't to blame, then what else could they blame?
At this moment, the little kid suddenly ran back into the house, his face showing pain and his little face was also blue and purple.
When he saw his parents, he burst into tears and shouted.
"Mom, it's itchy, no, it hurts, it hurts..."
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