latelenovela Chapter 146 Xiao Song, the two of us are half a jin and 82 jin respectively.
Chapter 146 Xiao Song, the two of us are half a jin and 82 jin respectively.
Once Lin Wufeng is reported and removed from office, the position of deputy factory director will naturally fall into the hands of the whistleblower.
Therefore, Zhuang Chaoying knew in her heart that it was unlikely that Wang Yong or Zhang Amei were the ones who reported this.
"Lin, your skills are evident to all. Even Zhou and some other senior technicians in your factory are far inferior to you in terms of skill. Moreover, you are young, energetic, and have innovative thinking. If the factory is to promote cadres, it will definitely select the best candidates. You are the most promising candidate."
Lin Wufeng nodded. Everyone knew that Engineer Zhou's skills were indeed inferior to his.
However, Zhou Gong was his mentor, and he had taken good care of him over the years. He had never thought that he would compete with his mentor for a position. Although Lin Wufeng said this, doubts couldn't help but arise in his heart.
"Teacher Zhuang, you're overthinking it. The engineers in our factory all get along very well. There's no way you're saying these things."
Zhuang Chaoying put the washed clothes back into the basin.
Seeing this, Lin Wufeng quickly came over to help. The two of them each grabbed one end of the basin and worked together to lift the heavy basin. Soon, the basin of clothes was wrung dry and then hung one by one on the clothesline.
Zhuang Chaoying wiped her hands: "Engineer Lin, we've been neighbors for so many years, and we've gotten along like brothers and sisters. Our children also have a good relationship. You can't be sure what's going on with people's hearts, so you can't be too careful. Take Factory Director An for example, I think it's a good choice. You can invest your skills as shares, which will allow you to use your expertise and have better income security. It's much better than staying in this half-dead compressor factory."
Lin Wufeng smiled. Director An had indeed hinted to him, both openly and secretly, that as long as he was willing to work there, with his skills, his monthly salary would be no less than eight hundred yuan.
But the compressor factory held everything he was familiar with, and he didn't want to leave it. "Thank you for reminding me, Professor Zhuang. I understand."
Lin Wufeng agreed verbally, but his mind was already in turmoil.
Looking at Lin Wufeng, Zhuang Chaoying understood his thoughts. One can't learn by being taught, but experience teaches one everything. Some things can only be truly understood through personal experience.
"Mr. Lin, you understand. Also, make sure to keep the receipts safe. They are crucial. You can't be careless again."
Lin Wufeng nodded. He now goes to the factories in the countryside every week to provide technical guidance, and each time he brings back 100 yuan. Thanks to this extra income, his family's living conditions have improved somewhat.
He used the money to buy a house; he couldn't afford it even if he saved every penny for ten years without spending a penny on his fixed salary from the factory.
However, what Teacher Zhuang said was indeed correct.
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In the courtyard, Song Ying and Huang Ling were sitting on bamboo chairs.
On the table next to them were several cups of steaming tea, as well as some peanuts and melon seeds.
Huang Ling ate sunflower seeds. "Song Ying, Dong Zhe has been practicing dance and fiddling with Rubik's Cubes lately. Just like he said before, he's really letting loose and having fun."
Song Ying picked up her teacup, took a small sip, and frowned slightly. "Isn't that right, Sister Ling? Wu Feng and I are so worried. This kid's mind is completely on playing around; he's not worried about studying at all. The high school entrance exam is just around the corner, and I'm afraid he won't even get into a vocational school. People will laugh at us. We live in the same courtyard as Sister Ling and Teacher Zhuang. Tu Nan got into university, and Xiao Ting is doing so well in her studies. If Lin Dongzhe doesn't live up to expectations, just the things they say will drive me crazy!"
Huang Ling picked up the kettle and poured some more tea into Song Ying's cup: "Dongzhe is a smart kid, very quick-witted. Didn't he bring you a trophy at the school's Golden Song and Dance Competition a few days ago? That shows he has a lot of talent and potential in dance."
Song Ying was furious, but looking at the trophy in her hand, she couldn't help but laugh in exasperation. "That's right, if only this little rascal put that energy into his studies. He brings back a trophy and then shows it off in front of me, isn't he just trying to annoy me? The other day he was dancing in the backyard all day, talking about disco. I want to dance disco too, and I want to go to the factory's dance party to relax, but where am I supposed to find the time? Every day I'm either busy buying groceries and cooking, or I'm just around the stove, cooking, cooking, cooking."
Huang Ling laughed along, the image of Lin Dongzhe dancing flashing through her mind. "Dongzhe is quite talented. He can actually watch people dancing disco on TV and then imitate it quite well, and he even won an award."
Do you remember when he and Xiaoting were little, they were selected to go to the Children's Palace? Dongzhe even got into the dance class.
Song Ying quickly waved her hand: "Sister Ling, let's forget about it. For ordinary families like ours, our children still have to find a way out through education. I do hope he has some academic talent and can achieve something in his studies, so that he can have a stable job in the future and won't have to work as hard as we do."
"Midterm exams are coming up soon. Take a look at Dongzhe's results before you judge him. Don't condemn him too harshly. Maybe he just hasn't quite grasped the concepts yet. He might surprise you this time."
Song Ying smiled, pursing her lips. "Sister Ling, you and Teacher Zhuang should just spoil him. Last time Teacher Zhuang went to the black market, he was still thinking about Lin Dongzhe's Rubik's Cube book. He's so concerned about him. Otherwise, I'll just give Lin Dongzhe to your family."
Huang Ling said half-jokingly, "Really? If you give it to me, I'll take it!"
"If I really had to give it to you, I'd be a little reluctant! Hahaha!"
After Song Ying finished speaking, she couldn't help but laugh. After all, he was her own son. Although he was naughty, he was still her precious child.
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After Zhuang Chaoying helped Lin Gong wring out his clothes, she straightened up and wiped her hands with a towel.
Bending over to wash clothes for a long time made his back a little sore, so he moved his body slightly.
"Ah Ling, the laundry is done."
As Zhuang Chaoying spoke, she walked towards the courtyard.
Upon hearing the voice, Huang Ling quickly stood up, went to greet her, and handed her the tea she was holding. "Chao Ying, you've worked hard washing so many clothes. Drink some water to warm yourself up."
When Song Ying saw Lin Wufeng following behind, she quickly greeted him, "Wufeng, you've worked hard too. Come and sit down for a while and rest."
The two women exchanged a knowing glance and smiled. Men need to be coaxed to work willingly; look how clean these clothes are—cleaner than they ever were!
Zhuang Chaoying sat down next to Huang Ling, picked up her tea, took a sip, and then started peeling melon seeds. In no time, she had collected a small pile.
He looked around; the weather was perfect. "Ah Ling, it's only a little past ten o'clock. Let's go for a walk. Xiao Ting, Dong Zhe, and Peng Fei rode their bikes to the park; they shouldn't be back until the afternoon. We rarely have a moment of peace, so let's go out for a stroll and relax."
Song Ying sat on a chair to the side, looking at Zhuang Chaoying and Huang Ling who were snuggling together, with a look of disgust on her face. She kept rubbing her arms with her hands and muttered, "Sister Ling, Teacher Zhuang, there are other people here! You two are too mushy, I'm getting goosebumps."
Huang Ling didn't care at all. Her hand was still on Zhuang Chaoying's shoulder: "Xiao Song, we're both equally bad, so neither of us should look down on the other! You and Wu Feng are always so loving in front of us, aren't you?"
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