Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 142: What do you think about Director Niu becoming the General Manager?_1

Chapter 142: Chapter 142: What do you think about Director Niu becoming the General Manager?_1

Of course, Gu Huai’an might not have thought about the poem, and she might have been overinterpreting it.

Gu Huai’an simply used the best Yunjin brocade for the certificate cover.

That young man is truly generous in his actions.

But this also reminded her that just having a cash reward was not enough; there needed to be certificates as well.

She must find time to tell Uncle He and Old Master Lin from the provincial city to issue a certificate.

From now on, if there is a cash reward, it should come with a certificate, Song Yunuan thought with pleasure.

Chu Zizhou glanced at Song Yunuan and wanted to say that it was Yunjin brocade, so be careful not to scratch it, but seeing the little girl quickly wrap up the certificate, he closed his mouth.

Song Ting was eager to get home, and at that time, many people saw Brigade Leader Chu return and gathered around.

They greeted him one after another, most curious about how the coolie hats were doing, but no one dared to ask for the moment.

Many people also greeted Song Ting, and Song Mingsheng was quick to act, already running off with the pork.

Some old men and women were not coveting your pork but liked to point at it and even touch it a few times.

The little one has been eating well recently and still has strength.

Although the brigade’s headquarters was lively, like the New Year’s, Little Asheng still hurriedly slipped away.

Song Ting, leading her niece home, didn’t forget to thank Chu Zizhou.

Chu Zizhou was much better this time, smiling at Song Ting and said warmly, "You’re welcome."

After Song Ting returned home, she realized there had been significant changes.

The thatched house was still the same, but a wing room had been built to the west, with windows already in place, intended to be a workspace.

Meaning a workshop.

Her room...

Old Mrs. Song didn’t mind and said, "Go stay in your niece’s room, this place is temporarily a storeroom, otherwise I’d have to tidy up again."

Song Ting teased her mother for playing favorites, and then Xia Guilan and Lian Xiang both crowded around her, asking all kinds of questions, mainly about Teacher Zhu Mann.

Old Man Song said that in ancient times, one must present a gift when becoming an apprentice.

Song Ting: "It’s not necessary, I won’t follow the teacher just yet, I’m waiting for a year later."

Old Mrs. Song became anxious: "What if they don’t want you if you don’t go?"

Song Yunuan: "Grandma, they won’t say no. I think what Auntie is doing is very right. Auntie has been in this line for too short a time, not even half a year, and we still have no one in Beidu.

That big dance troupe is full of talent; being in Nanshan County Town is like going to the grassroots for Auntie, to practice more, participate in more performances, accumulate experience, especially stage experience, which is very important for Auntie."

Hearing Song Yunuan say this, Old Mrs. Song felt it made sense.

But she still asked Song Ting, "I’ve been wanting to visit you these past few days, but one thing after another came up, and I didn’t get the chance. Your father is right; there should be a gift for becoming an apprentice. So what should we prepare, do we need to pay tuition?"

Song Ting shook her head: "I’ve already asked, there’s no tuition to pay. If I go there, I’ll be formal staff, and my household registration and food ration will be transferred over, and I’ll have a salary, but it will be recorded under Teacher Zhu Mann’s name."

She paused, and then said, "The teacher is leaving tomorrow. I’ll go see her off, giving her dumplings with shepherd’s purse filling in a lunchbox, and that’s all we need to do."

Old Mrs. Song’s face lit up with a smile.

She wondered whether she should make some meat sauce, use less sauce, not add chili, and whether it would affect the voice.

This, too, was something she had only heard about recently.

Song Ting: "It’s okay, eating a little is not a problem."

Old Mrs. Song was relieved, then someone came looking for Song Ting.

All of them were her village sisters.

Song Ting then went out to the courtyard to talk.

It was strange, before they didn’t feel anything, but after seeing Song Ting perform on stage, the girls felt as if there was a distance between them.

With the candy blocks given by Song Ting, they all felt a sense of being flattered.

Song Ting said, "Eat, you guys."

Er Ya said, "Tingting, you’re going to be a city person in the future, and you’ll marry someone from the city too, so you’ll be different from us."

"What’s the difference? If you ever have any troubles when you go to the county town, and if I’m at work, you can come to see me."

"Tingting, you’ve had a loud voice since you were little, and now you finally have a stage to use it."

"It was just my niece who happened to see the job posting from the cultural troupe. Little Nuan signed me up; otherwise, where would such an opportunity come from?"

Er Ya quickly said, "My mom says some people are born to bring fortune to their families. Before Little Nuan came back, your family didn’t have it easy. But since Little Nuan’s return, things have really gotten better."

A girl named Da Xue wanted to say that after Little Nuan came back, your big brother also got his position as the brigade leader withdrawn.

But after a thought, she swallowed the words she was about to say.

If Aunt Song heard this, she might get scolded.

Old Mrs. Song had some caramel candy and egg cakes given to her by her grandson; Song Yunuan told her to thank Asheng.

The old lady thought that wool came from the sheep itself, and didn’t really want to say thanks, but Song Yunuan said, "Grandma, you can’t think like that. This is Asheng’s hard-earned money. He’s showing his respect to you with his earned wages; you should be moved."

Old Mrs. Song immediately turned to her beloved grandson, her eyes moistening with emotion, "My dear grandson, you’re so understanding. Grandma is so happy."

Then she gave an egg cake to Asheng, "Have a bite, but only one piece; there’s something even better for dinner."

Asheng declined, "I bought it for Grandma; it doesn’t count if I eat it."

He wanted to eat meat, not fill up on egg cakes first.

Asheng happily distributed the gifts among the family members, only to realize there was nothing for his aunt. Song Yunuan then said that the shampoo could be given to the aunt for now, and they would make it up to her later.

So, everyone was happy.

Old Mrs. Song felt that this was quite good, that it seemed very orderly.

Song Liang came back from the team headquarters, happily saying that he had sold all the straw hats. He also told Song Yunuan that the team headquarters planned to give her a bonus, since it was her idea, a reward was naturally in order.

They decided to hold a meeting to praise her the next morning.

But at that moment, Chu Zizhou came running, calling out to Song Yunuan, "Old Mr. Ji’s phone call."

Song Yunuan hurried to the team headquarters.

And then she also found out what happened that day.

Old Mr. Ji said that Du Zhenhai admitted to writing the letter but denied that anyone had incited him.

Song Yunuan said, "Granduncle, let’s not talk about this matter for now. I have to praise you first. You were mighty and imposing, decisive and swift in action, solving the issue cleanly without dragging it on. If you were in ancient times, you’d certainly be a great general skilled in both pen and sword. I’m truly fortunate to call you Granduncle."

On the other end, Old Mr. Ji burst into hearty laughter.

The little girl sure had a way with words.

However, after laughing, he seriously said to Song Yunuan, "Du Zhenhai will likely be removed from his position."

Song Yunuan glanced around; she was the only one there, but she still lowered her voice and said, "Old Mr. Ji, what do you think about Director Niu becoming the general manager?"

Old Mr. Ji raised his eyebrows, "I think it’s a good idea. Oh, by the way, Director Niu mentioned that today a Beidu man named Xia Xiangqian came asking for Du Zhenhai nonstop, and when he heard Du Zhenhai had been taken away, he asked the waitress where the post office was. He must have gone to make a phone call."

Song Yunuan’s eyes widened, "Xia Xiangqian, that must be Third Child Xia."

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