Chapter 886: Qin Huairu comes to visit, I want to change my position
Yan Jiefang's words made the room suddenly quiet. The third uncle, Yan Bugui, angrily gave Yan Jiefang a big bag.
"Eat, eat, eat, just know how to eat."
He is good at scheming, but that doesn't mean he is shameless. He also scheming for the sake of living. But it's good for this son. Before I even thanked him for the meat he sent me, or even left, I started thinking about eating it.
Isn't this purely embarrassing?
Zhou Chen also found it funny, but he controlled his thoughts very well.
"Third uncle, I will go back first."
"Oh, okay, we will send the bowl to you later."
"No rush, no rush."
Zhou Chen waved his hand and left Yan Bugui's home.
As soon as Zhou Chen left, Yan Bugui glared at Yan Jiefang, and then opened the bowl covered by Zhou Chen under the eager eyes of his children.
Immediately, the smell of meat spread, and his three children all grunted in their throats. Like hungry wolves, they stared at the cabbage, vermicelli and stew in the bowl.
I saw a lot of cabbage vermicelli in the bowl, but there were also a lot of exposed meat slices.
The third aunt exclaimed: "Hey, there's so much meat. This kid is really spending money lavishly."
Their family might not be able to eat just a few slices of meat exposed in a month, so the third aunt Yang Ruihua was so surprised.
Yan Bugui couldn't help but sigh: "In our family, I can support a whole family with just one person's salary, but Zhou Chen is different. When his father was here, he only had to support two people, let alone work as a five-year-old."
As a young soldier, he will definitely have money after he retires, plus the savings and compensation left by his father, there will be no shortage of money."
"But this guy is pretty good at life and doing things. The first time he made meat, he knew how to bring it to me. It seems that I, the third uncle, still have some weight in people's eyes."
At the end of the sentence, he looked triumphant. In his opinion, Zhou Chen took the initiative to send the meat over just to save his face.
The third aunt echoed: "That's right, you didn't become the third uncle for nothing."
They were feeling smug there, but the three children didn't care about it at all, and urged eagerly: "Dad, Mom, this meat will get cold if you don't eat it."
Yan Bugui shouted at them: "Eat, you know how to eat. Why did I raise you foodies? How can I finish eating so much meat in one meal? Damn it, please pour the contents from the bowl into our pot."
If you put more water in it, the meat will be enough for us to eat for several meals."
The third aunt happily replied: "Okay, in addition to the meat, these soups are just right for making noodles tomorrow."
The three brothers and sisters Yan Jiefang immediately lamented: "Dad, Mom, why are you so picky? We just eat what others bring us."
"What do you know? This life is not like that. Stop talking nonsense and do as I say."
The third uncle completely ignored the dissatisfied looks of the three children. Didn't he want to eat meat and drink soup?
He thought about it too, but he was thinking more about the family. He was not prepared to eat it all for himself, he just wanted to maximize the use of this bowl of meat.
Being greedy for a moment will only lead to bad things, but long-term success is the way to survive.
Not to mention the quarrel between the third uncle and his family over ordering meat, Zhou Chen returned to his room and started eating.
It has been three days since he came here, and this was his first open meal. Unfortunately, he didn't buy much meat, so he ate most of it in a short time.
There was a meaty taste, but what Zhou Chen sighed was that his craftsmanship was really not that good, and the seasonings he used were not good. This taste meant that the current conditions were difficult. If it were put into the real world, he would find it tasteless.
I do not want to eat.
Therefore, it is said that it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.
He has also traveled through so many worlds, lived for hundreds of years, and experienced a lot of hard times, so he can also live through hard times.
But being able to live a hard life does not mean that you are willing to live a hard life. If you have a choice, I am afraid no one will give up the good life and live the hard life.
It will be the twelfth month of the lunar calendar in a few days. It is not long before the Chinese New Year, and the climate in Sijiu City is getting colder and colder.
Although there is no air conditioning or heating in the house, because the room is small and the body is strong, Zhou Chen does not feel cold in the house even if he only wears two pieces of clothing and opens the window half way.
To say that this courtyard house is quite good, both in terms of location and its two rooms. Although it is not as good as a home in the real world, in this era, it is still better than more than half of the people in the country, so Zhou Chen is relatively
Still satisfied.
But there is also something he is not satisfied with, and that is the location of the room he lives in, the west wing of the front yard, and right in the southwest corner of the courtyard is the public toilet of the courtyard.
Although it is separated by more than ten meters and is blocked by a wall, it is winter now and there is no smell, but once summer comes, it will be hard to say.
This is also what he is most dissatisfied with, so among the three courtyards, the best location is the middle courtyard. Unfortunately, the middle courtyard is occupied by others.
Being bored, Zhou Chen took out some books that he had dug out after cleaning up the room yesterday, and read them with interest.
The days in winter are very short and it is completely dark at this time.
"Dongdong, Dongdong!"
"Zhou Chen, are you at home?"
When Zhou Chen heard the voice, he raised his eyebrows and looked surprised because he recognized that the voice belonged to Qin Huairu.
It's late at night, why is Qin Huairu knocking on his door?
With doubts in mind, Zhou Chen opened the door.
"Sister Qin, is something wrong?"
Qin Huairu smiled sweetly: "I saw that you just came back and lived alone again, so I was wondering if there was anyone who needed help here."
Zhou Chen was speechless. He has been back for several days. He didn't see you here a few days ago, but you came here today. If Qin Huairu didn't have some thoughts, he wouldn't believe it.
"Won't you invite me to come in and sit down?"
Zhou Chen shrugged and said, "I don't have any objection, but Sister Qin, aren't you afraid that your mother-in-law will see it?"
"My mother-in-law is taking care of the children at home."
With that said, Zhou Chen could only lead her into the house.
As soon as Qin Huairu entered the room, she saw the dining table that Zhou Chen had not cleared. Especially when she saw the large bowl of cabbage, vermicelli stew and meat on the table that had not yet been finished, her eyes lit up.
"Hey, Zhou Chen, you are living a good life. You have just come back and you are eating meat. Did you cook this yourself?"
"Ah, I live alone, if I don't do it myself, what else can I do?"
Qin Huairu looked sad: "Zhou Chen, I can understand your mood. Others cannot understand the pain of losing a loved one. My sister was just like you back then, but I am much better now, and I believe you will be fine too.
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"Sister Qin, I understand what you mean, thank you."
Seeing Qin Huairu sitting down, Zhou Chen's eyes twitched, this was going to be a long conversation.
"Zhou Chen, I see you have just eaten and haven't cleaned up yet. I happen to be fine now and can help you wash up."
With that said, he was about to clear the dining table. Zhou Chen quickly said: "No, Sister Qin, no need, I can clean it myself, don't do it."
Unexpectedly, Qin Huairu's eyes suddenly turned red and she looked at Zhou Chen with aggrieved expression: "Do you think I am a widow and you don't want to have contact with me?"
'That's really what I think.'
But Zhou Chen would naturally not say this.
"Sister Qin, you misunderstood. I don't have this idea, but I can really do this by myself, and it's getting late. Sister Qin, you have to go to work tomorrow. Go back and rest early. I have to rest too."
Don't mess with a widow easily, especially a powerful White Lotus like Qin Huairu. Zhou Chen really has no idea about her at all.
Look at He Yuzhu in the TV plot. Just because he was unclear about her as a widow, women who had some thoughts about him would stay away from him, and in the end they could only fall into the hands of Qin Huairu.
He didn't want to be the second He Yuzhu. If he wanted to find a woman, he wouldn't be able to find a good one based on his conditions. There was no need to provoke Qin Huairu.
Qin Huairu heard what Zhou Chen meant, and her expression became even more aggrieved.
"I understand, Zhou Chen, I'm sorry, it's my sister, I shouldn't bother you so late at night. I'm going back first. You should rest quickly. You have to report to the factory tomorrow and try to give the leader a good impression.
Sister, I believe you can do it well."
Looking at Qin Huairu's back, Zhou Chen shook his head. This woman was indeed smart and her words were hard to fault. No wonder He Yuzhu couldn't play with her.
As far as this position is concerned, if it were not restricted by the age, Qin Huairu would definitely be able to live a very cool life decades later.
Qin Huairu returned home and lay on the bed, recalling what she had just seen in Zhou Chen's room.
Although she only stayed for a few minutes, she saw many new things placed in Zhou Chen's house. She knew at a glance that Zhou Chen's family was in good condition and there was no shortage of money.
Thinking that Zhou Chen would go to work in the factory tomorrow, she made a decision in her mind that she would have a good relationship with Zhou Chen in the future, maybe she could get some benefits from Zhou Chen.
She had heard her mother-in-law say before that Zhou Chen's father seemed to have helped his neighbors in the past, and maybe Zhou Chen had inherited his father's style.
It's a pity that Zhou Chen doesn't live in the middle courtyard. If Zhou Chen lived in the middle courtyard, she could help Zhou Chen clean up like he did to Sha Zhu. In that case, maybe she could be like Sha Zhu...
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After thinking about it, she fell asleep.
Early the next morning, Zhou Chen went to the personnel department of the steel rolling mill.
His job arrangement has been announced, and the position assigned to him in the factory is actually a heating furnace operator.
He originally thought that if he took over his father's shift, he would become a roll installer, but he did not expect that he would be assigned to the heating furnace operator in the production workshop.
He didn't know much about this type of work, but judging from the name of the type of work, it should be related to heating furnaces and required to work in a high-temperature environment.
However, he still obeyed the factory's arrangement and decided to take a look first.
In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.
In this half month, he has slowly integrated into his current living environment, and has gradually become familiar with his neighbors in the same courtyard.
After getting a job, he went out early and came back late in the past ten days. In addition to chatting frequently with Uncle Zhang, Aunt Li's family, and the third uncle's family in the same hospital, he was mostly acquaintances with other neighbors.
The elder Yi Zhonghai, on the other hand, visited him several times and chatted with him, trying to get him to integrate into the compound and have more contact with the people in the compound, etc.
Regarding Yi Zhonghai's contact, Zhou Chen also guessed what he was thinking. This man wanted to take advantage of him.
It's just that Yi Zhonghai's wishful thinking was wrong. Wanting him to help provide for the elderly is simply out of the blue. He is not He Yuzhu.
After working at the steel rolling mill for more than ten days, Zhou Chen had not yet eaten in He Yuzhu's canteen. Because the steel rolling mill was very large, his workshop was relatively far from He Yuzhu's canteen.
After working as a heating furnace operator for more than ten days, Zhou Chen was a little bored. To be honest, this job really didn't have much technical content and he couldn't learn anything at all.
The most important thing is that the environment in the workshop is not good enough. It is like a steam oven and it is too hot. In this era, it is very inconvenient to take a bath. So after working for more than ten days, he really couldn't stand it anymore and didn't want to continue working.
Go down.
Action is worse than a heartbeat. In order to adjust the position, he has done a lot of research in the past few days.
Zhou Chen went directly to Factory Director Yang's office. He had been here once and was already familiar with it.
"Dongdong!"
"Come in."
Zhou Chen pushed the door open and found Director Yang sitting on the chair behind his desk.
"Director Yang, hello."
When Factory Director Yang saw Zhou Chen, he suddenly thought: "It's you, Zhou Chen. You have already joined the factory, right? What position do you hold?"
"Heating furnace operator."
"Oh, yes, yes. Although the work on the production line is hard, it is also a good place for training. By the way, what do you want to do when you came to see me today?"
Zhou Chen didn't beat around the bush and said directly: "Director, I came to you because I want to change my position."
"Transfer positions?"
When Director Yang heard this, he immediately frowned. In the previous sentence, he was still saying that the production line is a good place to train people. In the next sentence, Zhou Chen would transfer positions. What did he mean?
"Xiao Zhou, the positions in this factory cannot be transferred easily. You have just joined the work, and you may not understand the factory's regulations. You cannot transfer positions casually."
Zhou Chen explained calmly: "Director, the reason why I want to change my position is not because I am dissatisfied with my current position. The main reason is that I feel that my current position cannot give full play to my strengths."
"Can't you use your strengths?"
Director Yang, who was dissatisfied, looked surprised: "Tell me, what are your specialties?"
If it were other employees, he would not have the patience to say so much. The main reason is that Zhou Chen works in the same class as his father and has just started working. He is afraid that Zhou Chen will cause trouble, so he will take care of him.
"To be honest with the factory director, my specialty is treating diseases and saving lives. When my grandfather was alive, he was a wandering doctor and left behind many medical books. I have loved reading them since I was a child. Later, I went to the army and learned how to treat diseases and save lives from the military doctors in the army.
I think my medical skills are pretty good."
"I went to the clinic in the factory a few days ago and found that there was a shortage of doctors there, so I wanted to change my position. I felt that working in the clinic would better reflect my value than being a heating furnace operator."
"Can you see a doctor?"
Director Yang looked suspicious. He really didn't believe it. He had read Zhou Chen's information. He was less than twenty-five years old. How could he have any good medical skills at such a young age?
Zhou Chen said: "Director, I know that what I said is empty talk, but if you want to know whether I understand medical treatment, it is actually very simple. You can do it now. Director, if you don't mind, I will do it now."
I can take your pulse and determine your physical condition. You, the factory director, must know your own physical condition best."
When Director Yang heard this, he immediately became interested and said with a smile: "What you said is quite interesting. Well, since you want to try it, I'll let you try it."
Then he stood up from the chair, walked to the sofa and sat down. Then he also asked Zhou Chen to sit down, and handed his hand to Zhou Chen, asking Zhou Chen to feel his pulse.
Zhou Chen was not polite and directly offered his hand, and then began to feel Director Yang's pulse.
He had carefully considered the job transfer. He didn't want to be a heating furnace operator anyway. He had no interest in other types of work in the production workshop, and he didn't really want to be a cadre in the factory, so he chose the major he was best at.
doctor!
With his medical skills, being a small factory doctor would definitely be overkill, but because of this, it is more suitable for him, making him relaxed and stress-free.
Moreover, doctors are also divided into grades. He can be promoted to a higher level at a faster speed. His salary is no worse than that of front-line workers, and his room for promotion is greater.
Although the times are different now, he has good medical skills and is confident that he can convince the factory director that he will have no problem becoming a factory doctor.