Chapter 232: Huahua rarely comes these days

Meng Xia looked at the second daughter who pushed the cart in, changed her expression on her face, walked up, and told Lu Qiao why Grandma Sun came.

"... Actually, she doesn't have any bad intentions. Maybe she felt uncomfortable, so she came to me to complain. Her family needs to compensate for Yaya's medical expenses and nutritional expenses. It was handled by the Neighborhood Office and the Security Section together. A one-time payment of 90 yuan in cash, 10 catties of grain coupons, and 3 catties of meat coupons. Actually, this is considered lucky. Yaya looks fine. If she really got that rabies, wouldn't Zhang Zhuliang go crazy? Those two families are the ones who have formed a feud, and it's a big feud."

"Don't worry about her, you did nothing wrong, Mom and Dad both support you."

Lu Qiao looked at Meng Xia with a smile and said a few intimate words. Su Hui and Qiao Ling also got off work, and several people talked while washing up.

Today Lu Da got off work very late.

However, everyone was waiting for him to eat together.

Lu Da was carrying a lunch box in his hand, and it seemed that he could smell the fragrance of braised pork.

Meng Xia saw her husband so happy, frowned, walked up, and said in surprise: "You didn't drink either, why are you so happy? Hey, what's in this lunch box?"

Old Lu handed the lunch box to Meng Xia and said with a smile: "This is the braised pork I bought at the state-run restaurant, and it's a large portion. Let's celebrate tonight."

The Lu family all looked at Lu Da.

Meng Xia said with a gloomy face: "Did you get a bonus? You are too wasteful. Don't you know the situation at home... Even if you buy braised pork, you can't buy such a large portion. If you buy a little less, I can put some cabbage and potatoes, which is enough for everyone to eat for two meals."

Meng Xia had always been like this, and no one felt there was anything wrong.

Old Lu waved his hand and didn't sell it anymore, saying cleanly: "I'll tell you, I am now a Grade 8 worker. I passed the assessment. Hahaha, I have the certificate in hand."

Including Old Mrs. Lu, they all looked at Lu Da in shock.

Only Lu Qiao didn't have too much shock.

She had known about this for a long time.

But she had been very busy recently, and Old Lu asked Qin Hengzhi to keep it a secret, and Qin Hengzhi really didn't say a word to Lu Qiao.

So when Old Lu's gaze fell on Lu Qiao's face, she immediately looked very shocked, her eyes wide open: "Really or fake? Why haven't I heard about it at work?"

Old Lu said triumphantly: "You are the Neighborhood Office, we are the factory area. How could you know about this?"

Then he opened his briefcase and carefully took out a small red book to show Meng Xia.

Meng Xia was really happy this time.

Grade 8 worker was the top level.

Actually, it seems that cadres have a higher status than workers now. Just a few years ago, Grade 8 workers had higher wages than factory directors.

This was achieved step by step through one's own ability.

It was not only proof of superb and exquisite technology, but also meant that his salary would be very high when he retired.

Of course, the salary would also increase now.

One more catty of meat coupons per month.

Another benefit was priority recruitment for children.

Because 516 was not an ordinary state-run factory, Old Lu's salary was higher than Grade 8 workers in other factories, which was 129 yuan per month.

Lu Da was in high spirits, and Meng Xia no longer said he was wasteful.

Lu Da felt that he was considered to have reached the peak of his life.

And at this time, Qin Hengzhi received a call.

It was the information about Sun Ziliang that Lu Qiao asked him to find.

According to understanding, this person really knew medicine, and his level was also very high.

Because of the dispute between Chinese and Western medicine, he moved his hands and was fired by the hospital, and he almost broke off relations with his family.

"I checked, he was a Chinese medicine doctor back then, and now his reputation on the farm is quite good."

Qin Hengzhi pondered for a moment and said to him: "Brother Jun, do me a favor. Transfer this person back, um, temporarily transfer him to Jiangcheng, and give him a worker quota."

Sun Ziliang was 65 years old. Because he was fired, he had no retirement salary. Giving him a worker quota, he believed he could agree.

The other party didn't ask for the reason either and agreed very readily.

Qin Hengzhi put down the phone.

Remembering Gu Lao who was recuperating in the cadre sanatorium, he had to admit that some people were irreplaceable.

Gu Lao was such a person.

If his illness could be cured, then the progress of Project 01 could be much faster than now.

Not to mention that maybe there would be other new projects.

Remembering again that Lu Lu Qiaoge asked him to help improve the instant noodle production line, Qin Hengzhi found a book and began to look for relevant information.

After reading a few lines, his gaze couldn't help but look out the window. Huahua rarely came these days.

And he could almost not see swallows, sparrows, or even that gray pigeon.

Could it be that the matter of the big black dog made Lu Lu Qiaoge have scruples?

Qin Hengzhi's eyes were gentle, but his heart was desolate.

He sighed silently and continued reading.

At the same time, at the Swan Hotel.

Zhen Xi was deep in thought.

He was the only one in the room. He was thinking about what happened in the Foreign Trade Section conference room during the day.

At that time, his brain was chaotic, but the location of the flare-up was in front of everyone, in front of those people who were very simple, very strange, but very positive and upward.

Father had called several times, asking him to go back early.

It's just that he hadn't been able to leave.

Speaking of which, the feeling people here gave him was different.

And he finally understood what was called sincere heart.

They were good to him from the bottom of their hearts.

Therefore, he couldn't make a fool of himself in front of them.

If that were the case, he would never be able to set foot here in this life.

Just when he was desperately trying to control it, a change happened.

It seemed to be in the blink of an eye, and he was poured a cup of water by Lu Qiao.

Secretary You told him that there was medicine in that cup of water, and it should be that Lu Qiao crushed the medicine tablet.

Thinking of this, Zhen Xi's brows frowned slightly, and there was also the hand pressed on his shoulder. Thinking about it now, it seemed that the strength was terrifyingly great.

Zhen Xi shook his head and stopped letting his imagination run wild. Mother told him that one should be clear about gratitude and resentment.

So Lu Qiao saved him this time, how should he thank her?

Send a gift?

Definitely not. Many habits here are different from Hong Kong. You can't say it's not open, but women go out to work the same way and can also hold many positions. You can say it's open, but it's very rigorous in male-female relationships.

Especially since he is a Hong Kong businessman and Lu Qiao is a cadre of the military factory.

Then let's see if there can be more orders tomorrow.

This night was not calm.

Assistant Gao and Little Ka, who had just found out the news from Secretary You, pretended to smoke and began to exchange information in the corner of the corridor.

"President Zhen flared up, but was calmed down by Lu Qiao force-feeding medicine."

"Actually, if he made a fool of himself, we would also feel a bit embarrassed."

"Yes, after all, this is not Hong Kong."

"Then... is Lu Qiao not the treasure keeper?"

"Should not be. They have never contacted each other alone."

"But it's still a bit suspicious. Let's be careful."

The next morning, Lu Qiao went to the Neighborhood Office. She came very early, and everyone hadn't gone to work yet.

Lu Qiao left a note for Director Hu, saying that she was going to the Archives Bureau in the morning, helping for the first day, it was not good to ask for leave, and she would ask for leave in the afternoon to go directly to the Foreign Trade Section...

Lu Qiao, who finished writing the note, felt that it was really inconvenient without a phone.

But actually, it was really quiet without a phone.

It was the kind of quietness where you could sleep peacefully without worrying about anything.

I don't know if developed communication liberated humanity or enslaved humanity. ===== CHAPTER 233 =====