He Yuzhu, who was picking up vegetables and looking around for Xu Damao, suddenly heard his apprentice Ma Hua calling him.
"Master, master, Section Chief Zhang is here to see you."
He Yuzhu heard someone calling him, looked back and found that it was his apprentice Ma Hua.
"What were you shouting just now? Who came to see me?"
"Master, Zhang Zhonghua, Section Chief Zhang is here to see you. He is at the door of the kitchen."
As soon as He Yuzhu heard this, he put down his spoon and walked towards the back door. The lady who was serving food in the cafeteria took the rice spoon, and Ma Hua followed He Yuzhu to the back door.
As soon as He Yuzhu saw Zhang Zhonghua, he hugged him.
"You can do it. As soon as you joined the job, you became the deputy section chief of our publicity department without any notice. I have been working in the steel rolling mill for more than ten years, and I am still a cook."
Zhang Zhonghua pushed He Yuzhu away.
"Stay away from me, you're making me feel fat. Who can blame you for being a cook after working for more than ten years? If you had changed your bad mouth, you would have been the director of the cafeteria long ago. You still need to be there every day
Is the kitchen in the back smoky? Just make a small stove every now and then. It’s so comfortable. The salary is high and you have leisure time.”
Zhang Zhonghua pushed He Yuzhu away with a look of disgust and continued.
"Hey, Comrade Zhang Zhonghua is now the leader and he doesn't look down on me, a little cook."
He Yuzhu reached out and punched Zhang Zhonghua.
"Xiaohua, by the way, why did you come to see me?"
He Yuzhu asked curiously.
"Well, I just joined the job today. I came here quite unexpectedly in the morning. I forgot to change my meal ticket in the afternoon. I didn't bring this lunch box with me either. I don't want to go home to cook. Don't I think of you, Brother Zhuzhu? Get ready.
Go to the kitchen to have a meal and make up for the meal ticket tomorrow."
Zhang Zhonghua said with some embarrassment that it was really embarrassing to come to the canteen and cook in the kitchen on his first day as deputy section chief.
"What's the matter? There's no need to pay for the meal ticket. I'll pay for today's meal. MCA, go get a meal for our Section Chief Zhang, it's mine."
After hearing what Zhang Zhonghua said, He Yuzhu patted his chest vigorously and arranged for MCA to go get food.
As for whether He Yuzhu will give him a meal ticket, it’s hard to say. After all, there are so many workers in the steel rolling mill, and too many people come to eat in the canteen every day. Although the steel rolling mill has more than one canteen, there are also many people who eat in the canteen where He Yuzhu works every day.
There is really no difference whether there is one more person to eat or one less person to eat, and indeed there will be some leftover every time, which is a small benefit for the canteen staff.
After a while, Ma Hua came back with two portions of rice. Zhang Zhonghua and He Yuzhu started chatting while eating in the back kitchen.
Director Zhao from the middle cafeteria came once more, ready to stimulate He Yuzhu. When he saw Zhang Zhonghua, his face immediately changed. He welcomed Zhang Zhonghua with a smile on his face and asked He Yuzhu to accompany Zhang Zhonghua.
The director of the canteen is Zheng Ke, who is in charge of several canteens in the steel rolling mill. He is very well-paid, but in terms of importance, he cannot compare with the publicity department. Although Zhang Zhonghua is a deputy department, he, Lao Zhao, cannot afford to offend him.
After the two of them finished eating, He Yuzhu took the lunch box handed over by Ma Hua, and the two of them walked towards the courtyard.
After a while, the two returned to the courtyard. As soon as they entered the courtyard, they met the third uncle Yan Bugui who was tending to his pots of flowers.
"Xiaohua, how about going to the steel rolling mill to report today? What kind of work have you arranged?"
The third uncle Yan Bugui asked when he saw Zhang Zhonghua and He Yuzhu coming back.
"Third uncle, you don't know that Xiaohua will act as the deputy chief of the Propaganda Section as soon as he reports today. He will be promoted to a full-time official in a few months, and now he is a full-fledged national cadre. Tomorrow morning, the whole factory will broadcast the appointment to announce the appointment. Our hospital will also make an announcement.
He became a big shot."
He Yuzhu said with a proud look on his face. Those who didn't know better thought that he, He Yuzhu, was the acting deputy section chief.
"It's nothing, it's because the leader trusts me and takes good care of me."
Zhang Zhonghua said with humility.
"Okay, that's amazing. I've always thought that you, a kid like you, are amazing since you were little. You can achieve great things. Not only are you just over 18 years old, your country can't do it. You have a bright future."
Yan Bugui said with a sigh.
"Okay, third uncle, let's go back first."
He Yuzhu and Zhang Zhonghua walked towards the middle courtyard.
As soon as he entered the middle courtyard, he saw Qin Huairu waiting for He Yuzhu.
"Sister Qin, I have good news for you. Xiaohua is now the deputy chief of the publicity section of our steel rolling mill."
As soon as he saw Qin Huairu and He Yuzhu, he couldn't wait to show off his little brother Zhang Zhonghua.
Qin Huairu was stunned when he heard this. He had just mentioned in the morning that Zhang Zhonghua could be used in the future, and in the evening Zhang Zhonghua became the deputy section chief? What a coincidence.
"That's really amazing. Our hospital also has a national cadre. As we become more prosperous, don't forget about you, Sister Qin. The relationship between our two families has always been good."
Qin Huairu took the lunch box from He Yuzhu's hand as he spoke. Zhang Zhonghua glanced at the lunch box and didn't say anything. He couldn't say anything, and some things couldn't be said face to face.
But Qin Huairu was right. Although the relationship between the two families was not that good, it was not bad, especially since Qin Huairu was very good at getting things done and had a good relationship with every family in the courtyard.
"Sister Qin, that's what you said. Now that my brother is the director of the factory, you are also my sister Qin."
Zhang Zhonghua said politely.
After a few more pleasantries, they all went back to their homes.
Qin Huairu returned home and handed the lunch box to Jia Zhang, who greeted the three children to eat.
What Qin Huairu was thinking at this time was whether Zhang Zhonghua could help him adjust his job position.
"Qin Huairu, what are you thinking about? Are you so distracted?"
Mrs. Jia Zhang saw her daughter-in-law Qin Huairu looking worried.
"Zhang Zhonghua is now the deputy chief of the publicity section of the steel rolling mill."
"What? How is it possible? That guy just went to report today, how come he suddenly became the deputy section chief?"
Mrs. Jia Zhang looked shocked. Although Mrs. Jia Zhang was an old lady from the countryside, she was not ignorant. She was already a difficult person. She had lived in Sijiu City for so many years. How could she be a shrew who didn't understand anything?
Old pious woman.
"Who says someone has a deep background, wide connections, and most importantly, culture."
"It is indeed important to be literate. We, the sticklers, should also study hard so that we can go to college and become cadres in the future. But Zhang Zhonghua is the deputy section chief. What does that have to do with you?"
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"I asked my uncle this morning to help me adjust my work. Didn't he say he couldn't help me? I want to go find him..."
"Ask Zhang Zhonghua for help? That's good. He's a cadre now. If you go to the factory, your leader will definitely give you face. Go quickly."
Jia Zhang urgently urged Qin Huairu. That is to say, if Zhang Zhonghua asked He Yuzhu for help, she would rather Qin Huairu not change jobs.
Who is Zhang Zhonghua? He is a young national cadre. The most important thing is that he is younger than Qin Huairu.
The old lady might even pretend not to know.
"Why are you in a hurry? You have to wait until the meal is over to find him!"
"Yes, yes, eat first, eat first."
After the Jia family finished eating and cleared the table, Qin Huairu waited for a while. When it was almost dark, Qin Huairu walked out of the room and walked to Zhang Zhonghua's house.
On the other hand, Zhang Zhonghua returned home and began to recall what Liu Jianshe, the propaganda section chief, told him about the National Day party.
The National Day party mentioned here is not just a party in the steel rolling mill itself. It is also a big party organized by Yejinbu affiliated factories around the 49th city and part of the program, and professional art troupes put on some programs.
Of course, the factory itself will also hold parties, but the time will be staggered with the party organized by Imabu.
So Zhang Zhonghua really has to prepare well.
It may be that there are some subtle differences in different worlds. There are many classic old songs in previous lives, but red songs have not appeared in this world.
This gave Zhang Zhonghua room to play.
Some people would say that the protagonist is plagiarized?
Nonsense, how can the time traveler thing be called plagiarism? This is called making up for cultural deficiencies and regrets.
Some people say, doesn’t Zhang Zhonghua have a hang-up system? Can’t he compose his own music by hanging up his skills?
He can indeed improve his professional abilities through his offline writing and composition skills. But most classic works cannot be written by someone with a high professional level.
That requires opportunity, the right time, the right place and the right people to accomplish it.
For example, "Singing the Motherland" written by Mr. Wang Xin in his previous life, this classic song has been sung for decades and was still loved by people across the country even before Zhang Zhonghua traveled through time.
It is a pity that Mr. Wang Xin of this world did not come to Sijiu City for a business trip due to some strange combination of circumstances, so he was unable to write this song, "Singing the Motherland", which is known as the second national anthem.
But Zhang Zhonghua couldn't write. He was too young. Writing such a song would inevitably be a bit abrupt. He had to write some songs that were barely related to him.
Zhang Zhonghua sat at his desk and thought hard, trying to recall classic songs that existed in his previous life but did not exist in this world.
Not long after, Zhang Zhonghua wrote seven words on the paper: I will fight under the red star.
This song is the theme song of the movie Shining Red Star. In the future, Zhang Zhonghua can also copy the original novel Shining Red Star of this movie and promote it to his father and uncle.
Moreover, Zhang Zhonghua liked this song very much in his previous life, and even rehearsed the chorus with the whole class at the school's National Day party.
After thinking for a while, I started writing quickly on the paper.
"The Red Star Shines on Me to Fight"
The middle reaches of Xiaoxiaozhupai River
Walking along the banks of towering green mountains
The eagle spreads its wings and flies
Even if it's stormy
Carrying the burden of revolution on our shoulders
Keep the Party’s teachings in mind
Keep the Party’s teachings in mind
Keep the Party’s teachings in mind
The middle reaches of Xiaoxiaozhupai River
The surging river flows eastward
red star shining
fight like me
Revolutions surge from generation to generation
Follow the party one after another
Follow the party one after another
Smash the evil old world
Thousands of miles of land covered with splendor
Dressed in splendor
Smash the evil old world
Thousands of miles of land covered with splendor
Thousands of miles of land covered with splendor
Zhang Zhonghua picked up the lyrics he had written and read them carefully.
Hmm, not bad, I still need to practice every word.
Just then I heard a knock on the door from the outer room.
"Who is it?" Zhang Zhonghua was a little confused. Although it was summer and the days were relatively long, it was almost completely dark. Who would be looking for him?
It's definitely not He Yuzhu. During this period, He Yuzhu always walked in through the door.
"Xiaohua, it's me, you, Sister Qin."
Yes, it was Qin Huairu who came to see Zhang Zhonghua.
