Regarding Bai Hao, Chu Junlan thought of many excellent things.
Today she knew it and was sure of it.
The guy in front of me, this handsome boy, Aunt Bai Rui said, this is her own private property.
The belly is really good.
It can really be exported.
Chu Junlan was taking notes at this moment. She wrote down what Bai Hao just said, and then urged Bai Hao: "Continue, continue talking."
"Yeah, okay."
Bai Hao originally improvised a paragraph, so he had no choice but to continue talking.
Then Bai Hao began to talk about how the original plan became economical. Under the impact of new changes, many factories that only relied on planned tasks but did not think about progress and did not consider technological progress and product quality assurance would struggle under the impact.
By that time, the workers in these factories will no longer have the opportunity to talk about the situation in the first place.
Whether you are a regular worker, a contract worker, a temporary worker, or a collective small factory or a large factory, even if you are a cadre, when you finally get on the tricycle, you will no longer be different from others, only in terms of strength.
What Bai Hao mentioned happened in some places, but it was just a case.
It can be said that this is a worry.
Chu Junlan carefully recorded what Bai Hao said. There were thousands of words, but Bai Hao really didn't prepare a manuscript.
Talent.
In Chu Junlan's heart, a kind of worship really emerged.
After eating, Bai Hao called a tricycle and took Chu Junlan home, but did not enter the yard.
Chu Junlan asked: "How many days will you stay here?"
"Well, it depends on the situation. I have money and nowhere to spend it recently, so I bought a few boats. I plan to get the boat to a port first, so I will stay at the Friendship Hotel depending on the sailing schedule and other things.
You can go to class with peace of mind and be careful of your parents beating you." After Bai Hao finished speaking, he took out a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet. "Keep it and pay it back to me when you make money. You said you like a piece of clothing in the Friendship Store.
You can buy it with this."
"Yes." Chu Junlan accepted it without any politeness.
Pay back the money!
Doesn't exist.
Because Aunt Bai Rui said...
Therefore, it is impossible to pay back the money.
Chu Junlan's face was slightly red, and she dragged her trolley box back to the house.
Watching Bai Hao walk away, Chu Junlan came out again and called a tricycle. But instead of following Bai Hao, she went to the newspaper office. She wanted to publish the article. She handed the content that Bai Hao had just dictated to the newspaper office.
Bai Hao sat on the tricycle and said to the pedaling master: "Master, can you go farther?"
"Okay, you can go around the city three times."
"Go to the beach. I want to see the pier and the port."
"Okay, sit tight."
Bai Hao stood on the beach and looked at the sea from a distance.
It was true that he came to Mingzhou Port City to see Chu Junlan off, but he also had other arrangements.
According to Wu Qingdao's calculation, there will be a big storm soon. Autumn is about to enter, and the little Japanese will take action in the next few days.
The little Japanese boy's actions will definitely have a blow to Bai Hao.
Then, this is the time to see people’s hearts.
Jiangnan must be the eye of the storm.
Therefore, Wu Qingdao asked Bai Hao to come to Jiangnan.
Bai Hao asked before going out. As the old saying goes, there is heaven above, and Pingjiang and Lin'an below. Why didn't he go to these two cities and come to Mingzhou Port instead?
Wu Qingdao did not answer this question, and only said that he would take care of it after Bai Hao took over the boat.
For the next two days, everything was calm.
Nothing seems to have happened, there is no news about the ship yet, it will probably take another two days.
Let’s talk about Jingzhao.
School has finally started.
Thanks to Fu Qiang's running around, Factory No. 9 finally had its own complete set of schools for children, from nurseries and kindergartens to elementary schools, junior high schools, high schools, technical schools, technical secondary schools, high school junior colleges, junior colleges, and undergraduate schools.
It’s all fun.
It's just that there is only one class for all grades from primary school, junior high school, high school, technical school, and technical school.
The smallest class has only four people.
How do you describe the examination standards of Jiuchang Technical School?
Academic performance is only the threshold for taking the secondary exam. The difficulty of the secondary exam is so high that only 13 out of 8,000 junior high school students in the city have passed.
Compared with the terrifying passing rate of Jiuchang Technical School, college students are still better. They can pass one in a hundred in the big move, and those who come to Jingzhao to take the exam have a level of three to one.
Military training.
Shi Guozhong was an expert. He went to school at the age of fifteen. No matter what he studied, he participated in military training.
Get up in the morning and run with four bricks on your back. This is the basic operation before breakfast.
On the first day of school, schools at all levels affiliated to the Ninth Factory were filled with cries.
God has mercy, it rains.
Shi Guozhong had no mercy. It was a rainy day, so everyone stood in military posture for an extra hour.
Just standing in the rain.
On the second day of school, no one cried.
Someone cried, and the whole class stood for an extra hour after dinner.
On the evening of the third day of school, everything was quiet.
That night, Lu Min returned home triumphantly, put several test papers on the living room table, ran to the wooden box with iron bars, took the key to open the box, took out a bottle of soda, and then put it in the refrigerator.
I took a bottle of ice, signed the small book next to the refrigerator, wrote a claim, and went back to the house happily.
Lu Ming went home, observed for a while, then put a few test papers under Lu Min's test paper, held his shoes in one hand, and went back to the room to do his homework on tiptoes.
Then there is Zhang Xiang.
When I entered the room and looked at the test papers on the table, I almost shed tears.
I put down my school bag, took out two test papers, looked around, took the pulp-coated wicker stick from the willow behind the living room door, and took it in my hand. I stood alone in the living room. Finally, tears flowed down my face.
Second floor.
Bai Hui was looking through the documents when she heard the little ones at home came back. The three little guys flipped through the documents and made Bai Hui confused.
Don't they know that when they look up, they'll be on the second floor?
The living room on the first floor is empty.
Seeing Zhang Xiang holding the wicker in both hands with tears in his eyes, Bai Rui had no intention of looking through the documents. She put the documents away and walked down from the second floor.
"Zhang Xiang, tell mom, what's wrong?"
Zhang Xiang held the wicker stick in both hands and handed it to Bai Hao. Bai Hao took it with confusion. Then Zhang Xiang handed the test paper to Bai Hao and burst into tears.
"Don't cry, don't cry."
Zhang Xiang cried and said: "The first day of testing, the papers were handed out today, and I didn't do well. Mom, please beat me."
Bai Rui took Zhang Xiang's hand and took out a handkerchief to wipe Zhang Xiang's tears: "If you don't beat me, you know you didn't do well in the exam, so you have to work hard. It proves that you know your problem. Beating is a means, not the result."
The purpose is to let you study hard, not to beat you just to beat you."
Zhang Xiangting was confused.
Bai Rui put down the wicker and prepared to say some more words of comfort. However, she saw Zhang Xiang grabbed the wicker, gritted his teeth, and slapped him four times on his calf, which was definitely cruel.
Blood marks were visible on the spot.
It hurt, but it didn't make Zhang Xiang cry. Zhang Xiang, who cried because he failed in the exam, showed his strong side.
