Chapter 245

Lu Qiao didn't know that the people in the big office were whispering.

She heard Chen Dafeng crying to Huang Juan in the corridor next door: "What, you slept with me for a year and want to divorce? No way!"

Lu Qiao:...

That was also a reason not to divorce.

The door to Old Hu's office was open, and Lu Qiao didn't knock because Old Hu was about to walk out. Seeing Lu Qiao, he said while walking: "Lin Lao and his family have all come, bringing witnesses and Chang An's foster parents, as well as the local village secretary and brigade leader. Ah, by the way, it's confirmed, Chang An is Lin Lao's youngest son."

Although it was expected, Lu Qiao was still quite happy for Chang An.

These days, she had also met Deputy Factory Manager Lin several times. He was wandering outside, probably wanting to run into Chang An, but she didn't know if he had run into him or not.

"Go to the food factory to find Chang An first, and talk about the rest later."

The scene of recognition was actually very sad and hard to describe.

The ones wailing were Chang An's parents—Lin Lao and Lin Lao's wife.

The couple from the Old Chang family was still terrified.

The old secretary was quite good to Chang An, and this time he came as a witness.

Seeing such a large military factory, and seeing Chang An, who was neatly dressed and could have simple conversations, he knew he was living very well.

I heard he was now the deputy factory manager of the craft factory.

This was truly good luck.

Even if he couldn't find his biological parents, his life with Zhou Li wouldn't be bad.

Old Chang Tou, even if he was a rascal, didn't dare to come here to make trouble.

He couldn't even get through the main gate.

It's really good, he was happy for Chang An.

Chang An was at a loss, and Zhou Li hadn't even reacted yet.

But no matter what, what needed to be said clearly still had to be said clearly.

Lin Lao's wife choked with sobs: "... It's not that we didn't want you, it was that there were bad people making trouble at the station at the time, and some people were threatening the police with explosives. The crowd was running in all directions. At that time, I was holding you, but your older brother was knocked down by a few people and couldn't climb up. I used one hand to pull your older brother, and someone rushed out from the side and snatched you away..."

This was what happened back then.

It was also the pain of Lin Lao and his wife for a lifetime.

Chang An's mood was much better, but he lowered his head silently, and Old Hu had to smooth things over.

This certainly meant he couldn't go to work.

So he gave Chang An and Zhou Li a holiday.

Chang An clenched his hands tightly and stammered: "Now... production tasks... are tight, I... I..."

Thinking of his son being abused, Lin Lao's wife couldn't help but cry again.

Lu Qiao spoke at the right time, her voice carrying a smile: "No matter how tight the tasks are, it won't matter for a moment. Finding your biological parents is a huge happy event. We are all happy for you, and you must have a lot to say. Go, it's fine, Fan Xiaoyu is still here."

Zhou Li looked at her husband's parents and felt like she was dreaming.

If you ask if she had any thoughts, she really didn't; her brain was a mess.

But her husband held her hand and wouldn't let go, so she had to follow him and leave.

After everyone left, Old Hu said: "If Chang An leaves, let Fan Xiaoyu be the deputy factory manager."

Lu Qiao nodded: "The craft factory speaks with strength. Fan Xiaoyu is a natural talent, and those old masters like her very much."

Naturally, they would also support her work.

But in fact, the factory in the early stages was easy to manage because there was no private ownership. The current situation was that you were either a worker or a farmer, with no extra choices.

So having a formal job was the only goal.

In the 1950s, the population was small, and the country was under construction. At that time, workers were lacking. As long as your background was fine, you could have a job.

But after experiencing a population explosion, and because state-run factories weren't hiring, jobs were particularly hard to find now.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be a policy of going to the countryside.

And this situation would only be slowly solved after the reform and opening up.

Lu Qiao was now the acting factory manager. The higher-ups really didn't know how to arrange for a factory that had only been born for more than a month, so they all held a reserved attitude.

Let's just leave it like this for now.

Old Hu also said the same: "Qiao, you are still the acting factory manager now, and the two deputy factory managers are also very capable. The rules and regulations you specified are very comprehensive, and these workers have also stood the test. You don't need to put all your energy here. If you don't go to the study class, you can't fall behind in night school classes. You must raise your education level to high school graduate as soon as possible."

Lu Qiao nodded repeatedly; that was exactly what she thought.

"Thank you, Director Hu, for your support and trust in me."

Old Hu laughed loudly: "You child, you are still so polite to me."

Lu Qiao also laughed: "I mean it."

Meeting leaders like Old Hu and Aunt Huang was actually very lucky.

Many of her ideas and thoughts were very new. Leaders with low acceptance would dampen people's enthusiasm.

At this time, Old Hu was standing in the courtyard of the food factory.

In front of him were two factory buildings.

One was being renovated.

One of them was divided into two, and the other was the factory building and warehouse for the craft factory.

For the north, the advantage had always been vast land and sparse population.

The original pickle factory also occupied a large piece of land.

The idea at the time was to build more factory buildings as the pickle factory grew larger.

It's just that various problems occurred, and because raw materials were restricted, the pickle factory couldn't continue, so it was left idle here.

But at this moment, it was glowing with new vitality.

Old Hu felt very satisfied.

Lu Qiao also told Old Hu about Sun Da Tian, Xiao Tao, and Lin Liang, the son of Lin Lao, who was now the brigade leader and also the secretary.

Old Hu had always trusted Lu Qiao.

Even if it was a personal favor, her favor carried the most weight.

Old Hu had never opposed what Lu Qiao proposed. He directly said to Lu Qiao: "Okay, I'll say hello to Old Wu."

Old Wu was in charge of personnel at the neighborhood office, but now he was called a labor and capital clerk.

That is to say, even if these three people didn't pass the exam, they could have other arrangements.

Lu Qiao said: "Their cultural level should be fine. Especially Lin Liang, his cultural test paper for the machinery factory in our city was in the top ten, but he was brushed off because his eyesight didn't pass."

Old Hu frowned: "The machinery factory has many types of work, but it's understandable to use eyesight not passing as an excuse."

Lu Qiao said: "I tested it, his eyesight is very normal, and I see his craft of weaving straw hats and baskets, although not as good as Chang An and Fan Xiaoyu, there is a lot of room for progress."

After all, his mind wasn't here either.

Lin Lao had always wanted his son to enter the city and become a worker.

Last year, he even worked as a temporary worker at the shoe factory for half a year.

Of course, he was finally replaced.

After all, temporary workers were popular now.

The news that Zhou Li's mute husband was the lost youngest son of a big official spread throughout the factory overnight.

Meng Xia also excitedly asked Lu Qiao a lot, and then said: "This is what they call 'the late fat doesn't count as fat, the late fat crushes the kang.' Zhou Li is also blessed; it's just that her stepmother must be regretting to death."

Old Mrs. Lu said: "So, one cannot be too harsh in life; one must always leave a way out for oneself."

Lu Qiao felt the same. If they could have helped Zhou Li and accommodated their family back then, maybe they could have borrowed some light now.