"Hey, okay, about Lanlan's indicators..." Uncle Zhao looked sincere and his tone was very soft.
"Lan Lan?" Mao Xiaoqiang suddenly came over and interrupted, "Old Zhao, didn't my father say that Lan Lan and I should find a partner and get married in the future? Aren't your family affairs my family affairs?
"
"But... Lan Lan is currently reviewing, and she is just short of this target... I have no objection to your contact, but after Lan Lan finishes school..."
"Go to school? What's the point of studying?" Mrs. Mao said suddenly, "I haven't even graduated from junior high school. I can't live a happy life now. A woman who studies well is not as good as a woman who marries well. Look at you, and look at our old Mao.
Lao Mao entered the system two years later than you, and now he is the director of the department, while you are still an ordinary police officer..." Mrs. Mao's words were very harsh, piercing Uncle Zhao's heart like a needle.
Uncle Zhao's face looked a little ugly, but he always endured it for the sake of his daughter.
"That's right..." Mao Xiaoqiang, the grandson, kept chatting from the side, "By the way, Lao Zhao, didn't you say you wanted to give my old man something? It's the shiny thing from last time.
Why hasn’t it been delivered after it’s taken so long?”
When Mrs. Mao heard the word "shining", her eyes lit up and she asked Mao Xiaoqiang: "What is shiny?"
Mao Xiaoqiang couldn't answer either. He was stupid and didn't remember very clearly.
The more Mrs. Mao listened, the more interested she became. She asked Uncle Zhao: "What do you want to give to our old Mao? Have you brought it with you?"
Uncle Zhao looked embarrassed. He did have that thing, but his daughter Zhao Minglan was bullying him and refused to hand it over. Besides, that thing was really strange. It was impossible for Uncle Zhao to hand it over before he understood it himself.
When Mrs. Mao saw that Uncle Zhao was silent, her face darkened and she said, "You mean you didn't bring it with you, right?"
"No, it's not that I didn't bring it..." Uncle Zhao looked embarrassed and subconsciously pushed the cigarettes and wine on the coffee table.
"No, right? Okay, don't say anything. Go back. Lan Lan's matter is still my family's Xiaoqiang's words. When two people find a partner, your family's affairs are my family's affairs...
."
Ma Xiaoquan couldn't help it anymore and said: "Aunt Mao, it's not that I didn't bring it with me, it's not that I didn't have it with me. It's here."
Uncle Zhao was stunned, and looked up at Ma Xiaoquan. There was a hint of panic in his eyes, thinking, is this kid really going to give that thing away?
Ma Xiaoquan smiled and took out a box from his pocket. The box was very delicate. When Mrs. Mao saw the box, her breathing became rapid.
Mao Xiaoqiang also came over very curiously. Although he had seen that thing last time, he just held it in his hand and was snatched back by Lao Zhao. Therefore, he wanted to take a look to see what the thing Lao Zhao took last time was.
What is it?
Ma Xiaoquan did not open the box quickly. He waved it in front of Mrs. Mao and Mao Xiaoqiang's eyes, and then said: "Aunt Mao, this thing was carefully prepared by my Uncle Zhao. I have found a lot of people for this thing."
Woolen cloth."
Ever since Ma Xiaoquan came in, Mrs. Mao had always wondered why Lao Zhao brought a child of 17 or 18 when giving gifts. Now that Ma Xiaoquan was able to speak, she asked first: "Who are you?"
Uncle Zhao quickly said: "This is a distant cousin of mine. There is no one left at home, so he came here to join me. Mrs. Mao, Xiaoqiang doesn't want to go to the riveting factory. You think it's better to send my nephew in and give Xiaoqiang
How about taking over the same class?"
Mrs. Mao has been worrying about her son's work for the past two days. Her son is her lifeblood, and there are special hardships in the riveting factory. No matter what, it is absolutely impossible for her to let her son go to the riveting factory, even if he is trained by Mao.
It won't work for a year or two. Although many people have stepped forward in the past two days and said that they want to take over Xiaoqiang's job, Mrs. Mao doesn't like any of them. These people who take over the job either look like a bitch, or they just have a bad taste.
dialect, which made Mrs. Mao very irritated.
Mrs. Mao is half from Beijing. She came to Phoenix City with her parents when she was very young. The reason why she chose Phoenix City was because her parents preferred the mixed living situation in Phoenix City. After all, people from Beijing City will always
I have a favorable impression of people who speak Mandarin.
Mrs. Mao nodded as she listened to Ma Xiaoquan's emphasis. In her heart, she felt that the young man in front of her at least had no big problem with speaking.
Mrs. Mao pretended to be cold and said: "Is that okay, you nephew?"
Uncle Zhao nodded: "Okay, can't you join the riveting factory at the age of sixteen? My nephew is already seventeen."
Ma Xiaoquan answered: "Yes, Aunt Mao, I can do it, I absolutely can!"
Mao Xiaoqiang on the side heard that Ma Xiaoquan had taken over his job, and happily took Mrs. Mao's arm and said: "Mom, someone has taken over for me. It's great. I finally don't have to go to the riveting factory. Also, this guy speaks Mandarin."
It's fair to say that the dialect is not that strong. After all, I, Mao Xiaoqiang, can be considered half a native of Beijing. Although I won't go to the riveting factory myself, my replacement can't go in speaking a dialect. That's too much
Disgusting."
Mrs. Mao rolled her eyes at her son, then turned to ask Uncle Zhao: "It's a bit difficult for you to take over the job..."
Uncle Zhao was honest and inexperienced. When Mrs. Mao said this, he was a little panicked.
Ma Xiaoquan sneered in his heart, but on the surface he answered: "Aunt Mao, what's the problem? Brother Xiaoqiang doesn't want to go, so I'll go with it. You are all big shots in terms of procedures. Can Director Mao just find someone to solve it?"
, you won’t be affected in any way. Brother Xiaoqiang, just issue a medical certificate stating that you can’t do heavy work, and then naturally give me the quota quota in the riveting factory. Brother Xiaoqiang can continue to stay here in the future. Wait.
If you get the right opportunity, you can become a full-time employee soon, so why not do it."
Mrs. Mao was stunned, thinking that this boy is not old, but he is very clear when analyzing the problem. She was thinking about how to prevent her son from going to the riveting factory before, but now this boy reminded her, yes, the hospital will issue a certificate stating that he cannot do heavy work.
No, that’s fine.
"Well, it's just..." Mrs. Mao still didn't respond. She glanced at the box in Ma Xiaoquan's hand from the corner of her eye.
Ma Xiaoquan understood, smiled, put the box on the table and pushed it in front of Mrs. Mao: "Aunt Mao, this is from Uncle Zhao Xiao to Director Mao. It is not a valuable thing, but it is very delicate." With that, Ma Xiaoquan opened it.
In the box, an exquisite pure gold brooch suddenly appeared in Mrs. Mao's eyes.
"Oops~ What's wrong, Uncle Zhao, I remember that's not what you did to me?" Ma Xiaoquan suddenly panicked. He looked at Old Zhao and asked hurriedly.
Mrs. Mao snatched the box over and held it firmly in her hand. Before Uncle Zhao could say anything, she said: "It's not a gift. What's this called? A brooch, right? Oh, I've always wanted this."
Something..."
"But Aunt Mao, this is not what Uncle Zhao gave to Mao Chu. Oh, by the way, I remembered. Uncle Zhao, did you replace that thing with this one? I remember you said that thing was not valuable. It seems
Shining Shining is actually a silver product, so did you spend half a year's salary in exchange for such a thing without telling Aunt Hong last time?"
Uncle Zhao looked confused, but he understood that Ma Xiaohu was trying to excuse him, and he quickly said: "Yes, your Aunt Hong and I almost divorced because of this..."
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Mao used Lao Zhao's half-year salary. Although Lao Zhao's position was not as high as that of her family, Lao Mao, as the director of the department, his monthly salary was almost 130 yuan. Lao Zhao was generally a police officer because he had to work night shifts in the field.
The reason is that his salary for miscellaneous things is only tens of yuan a month. If he spent half a year's salary to buy this, then the price of this thing is quite high.
"Mrs. Mao, look..." Uncle Zhao rubbed his hands.
"Easy to say, easy to say~~" Mrs. Mao held the brooch in front of her face and said with a smile, "That's it for taking over. I'll talk to Lao Mao when I come back. Just wait and report.
Well, as for Lan Lan, the indicator is nothing. It’s just that Lan Lan can go to school, but she must first confirm the relationship with Xiao Qiang..."
Uncle Zhao wanted to refute, but was secretly stopped by Ma Xiaoquan.
In desperation, Uncle Zhao could only nod in agreement.
After leaving Mao Jianhua's home and walking around a corner, Uncle Zhao, who had been holding back, finally couldn't help but curse. Although he cursed very quietly, Ma Xiaoquan could hear Uncle Zhao's extreme anger and helplessness.
"Is there no fairness in this world?" Uncle Zhao turned around with a sad look on his face, and there were actually two lines of tears on his nearly fifty-year-old face.
Ma Xiaoquan wanted to step forward to comfort him, but he knew that Uncle Zhao just needed a way to vent. Moreover, there is no fairness in this world. In this era, these privileged people can call the shots. In the next era, those who catch the dividends will go to the sea.
Become a rich man by doing business... The next era will be the era of real estate explosion. Real estate speculators from somewhere in the south go to the country in droves to speculate in real estate, completely driving up housing prices, and then falling again.
This era is an era of comprehensive information. Young people think that delivering food will not be bullied by their bosses. Being a free anchor can make a lot of money every day. After participating in a talent show and becoming famous, they can have food and clothing and have fans.
Milk is calling like crazy... The real industry has gradually become obscene in that era... But fortunately, the leaders of that era had a far-sighted vision and did a lot of things, but...
....In fact, there is no so-called fairness in everything. Except for a very few people who dream of making a lot of money every day as anchors, most of them receive a meager income every month...
The boys and girls who participated in the talent show began to make various appointments after they achieved a little bit of success...