Chapter 174

Lu Qiao said with a smile, "Since you've promised, I promise too. As long as you keep your mouths shut, I will definitely prioritize hiring you two when we start recruiting."

Sun Datian and Xiao Tao looked at each other excitedly. For some reason, Lu Qiao's promise felt as solid as a nail in a board.

At this moment, Little Cangcang flew back and told Lu Qiao: 【Little Master, Chen Gou won't let Little Huanghuang leave; he cries whenever it tries to go. He is quite pitiful. The doctor said there are many scars from cigarette burns on his body. Little Huanghuang has decided to wait in the backyard until he is discharged.】

Lu Qiao nodded.

Then let it be. She had to go back to work.

Unexpectedly, Deputy Director Huang of the neighborhood office received a call from the security department, asking her to go to the hospital to see if the Xiang Yang Neighborhood Office could find a way to temporarily settle Chen Gou.

The two met at the entrance.

Deputy Director Huang was both angry and had a headache; this Ding Jianshe was truly beyond words.

But the neighborhood office had a responsibility, after all, Ding Jianshe was a resident of their jurisdiction.

She didn't let Lu Qiao go with her, telling her to get some rest, and instead had Comrade Tong, who was in charge of this area, go to the hospital with her.

After everyone left, the crowd began to discuss it.

They even asked Lu Qiao if she had seen anything at the hospital.

Lu Qiao said, "I didn't see, but I heard a child was sent to the emergency room and is now out of danger."

"Thank goodness, thank goodness, otherwise this would have been a huge deal."

Lu Qiao checked the weather and said to Sister Qiao, "It seems like it will rain for the next few days, I'm going to the food factory."

Meanwhile, Ding Jianshe and Chen Ying were also taken to the hospital by the security department.

Chen Ying had never been so humiliated; she felt as if her face had been completely stripped away.

She glared at Ding Jianshe with hatred. If she had known, she should have just divorced him. Damn it, why did she have to be soft-hearted?

But when they saw Chen Gou, Ding Jianshe was stunned, and so was Chen Ying.

To avoid scaring Chen Gou, the hospital had arranged a private room for him.

At this time, the doctor first introduced the injuries, then showed them the scars from the cigarette burns.

Chen Ying was a mother and felt it deeply; if her son were treated like this, she would be so distressed she would want to kill someone.

She looked at Ding Jianshe and said word by word, "You better confess your problems honestly. If you are sentenced to prison, I will help you take care of this child."

Ding Jianshe clenched his fists, holding back the tears in his eyes, and said ruthlessly, "You don't need to. If I go to prison, the organization will take care of him."

At this moment, Deputy Director Huang and Comrade Tong also rushed over.

The hospital would cover the medical expenses, the neighborhood office would be responsible for his food and daily needs, and Deputy Director Huang arranged for Aunt Lin from the residents' committee to take care of Chen Gou for the next few days.

Once Ding Jianshe's issues were dealt with, they would handle Chen Gou's.

But one thing was certain: the unit would not let the child return to the mine.

Of course, if the child strongly insisted, there would be no other way.

That would be left for later.

The neighborhood office during this period was a true grassroots organization, the most humane, and played a very significant role.

When the heavy rain poured down, Lu Qiao had also arranged the work at the food factory.

Mainly transportation and grain storage.

In addition, there were the sunflower seed baskets from the handicraft group.

Two-thirds of the first batch of orders had been completed, and everyone was full of energy because they would be able to collect their wages next month.

Meng Qingshan had also received an order for over a hundred bicycle baskets.

These were the same woven baskets as the one on Lu Qiao's bicycle.

Although the price wasn't high, it was still an income. No wonder Xiao Liu complained that the work was hard; compared to before, it was indeed very tiring and tedious.

All of this had to be recorded and handled by the finance office.

Lu Qiao said to Meng Qingshan, "This is very troublesome."

Meng Qingshan looked at the environment of the food factory; it used to be simple and dilapidated, but now it was neat and orderly.

There were gates and walls, a guard room, and the factory director had even subscribed to newspapers for them.

This was no longer the old pickle factory, nor was it the small workshop others described.

Lu Qiao thought for a moment and said, "Don't look at the finance office complaining about the trouble and the fatigue; if our food factory really wanted to establish its own independent finance office, they would be the first to oppose it."

Meng Qingshan really didn't understand: "Reducing their burden should make them the happiest, why would they oppose it?"

Lu Qiao said indifferently, "I deduced this based on Accountant Shen's style of doing things. However, when the time comes that we must have our own finance office, their opposition won't matter."

Meng Qingshan was relieved, but the work was too busy, so he ran off to get to work.

As for Lu Qiao, she couldn't do the manual labor.

She read the newspaper for a while and pondered the workers' meal times.

There was no cafeteria now, so everyone had to take turns going home for lunch. After all, there was food everywhere here; if they really brought their own meals, jealous people might make up all sorts of things.

Lu Qiao thought to herself, the main issue was still the source of grain and oil.

But at this time, our country's agriculture was still very backward, grain yields per mu were not high, and in many places, there was almost nothing left after paying the public grain; the brigades or communes still had to apply for relief grain from above.

However, Jiangcheng was much better off than other places.

Mainly because it was sparsely populated.

Since her first enterprise was a food factory, she had to find a way to exchange for grain from abroad.

Lu Qiao prepared to go to the research institute to ask Director He for information on relevant aspects.

No, there was no need.

Lu Qiao's eyes lit up; how could she have forgotten about her partner?

Qin Hengzhi, as a military representative, was not only a leader in the military but also a top talent in the scientific research field. He wouldn't know any less than Director He.

Lu Qiao wore her rain boots and, instead of riding her bicycle, pushed it as she walked toward her unit.

The neighborhood office was in the residential area. It was already lunch break, and there were more and more pedestrians on the road, but there was a section of concrete road ahead where she could ride.

Just as Lu Qiao was about to ride, a pile of things was thrown out from a building nearby.

It scattered everywhere when it hit the ground.

Pedestrians were startled. Lu Qiao naturally couldn't just leave; who was throwing things around like this? What if someone got hit?

Someone went to look at the items, and a person next to them grabbed the young worker, saying, "Those are things women use, what are you looking at!"

The young worker blushed, because on the muddy ground, there was a washed-out but clearly female undergarment...

Lu Qiao frowned and looked up.

Then, a girl with a pale face and a visible palm print on her cheek ran out in a hurry.

Lu Qiao sternly scolded the few young men who were watching the commotion: "Back off!"

She didn't help clean up; there were many personal items belonging to a girl here, and even though she was a woman, it wasn't appropriate for her to reach out.

The girl's tears fell like rain, but she had to hurry to pick up the things thrown into the mud.

Grabbing a handful here and there, she looked truly pitiful.

The second-floor window opened, and a woman stood in front of it, pointing at the girl and shouting loudly: "You shameless thing, you're even crying? What grievances do you have? How old are you, still living in the same room as your parents, making it so my son has nowhere to live? You're a jinx and a home-wrecker! Why did you come back instead of staying in the countryside?"