Xu Damao screamed in his heart.
It was over!
He did not expect that the person who was finished was not He Yuzhu, but him!
On the spot, Leader Wang of the shipyard ordered his secretary to bring Xu Damao out.
"Factory Manager Yang, you must keep the people in your factory in check.”
"We won't be watching the movie today. The projectionist is badmouthing his colleague behind his back. This is a matter of moral conduct!”
Factory Manager Yang was so shocked that he nodded repeatedly. He had already torn Xu Damao apart in his heart.
When he returned to the factory, he would definitely teach Xu Damao a lesson!
Secretary Li came over to pass the message.
"Leader Wang, the dishes are ready."
Leader Wang was stunned.
"So fast?"
According to the chef's speed in the past, if he started cooking an hour before the end of the screening, he would have to make the leader wait for more than ten minutes.
In addition, they had suddenly canceled the movie screening today. Logically speaking, they should have at least held a meeting, had tea, and waited for more than an hour.
But now, the dishes were ready!
It was so fast that it was unbelievable.
Leader Wang said with satisfaction.
"Serve the dishes."
There was a long table. The leader was in the main seat, and Factory Manager Yang was at the side. The small leaders sat down in turn.
"Aiya, these dishes look familiar. Are they all Sichuan dishes? It had been a long time since he had eaten his hometown dishes! It has a strong local flavor!"
At this moment, He Yuzhu served the dishes.
The first dishes he served were all appetizers and classic Sichuan vegetarian dishes, waiting to see the leader's expression.
Leader Wang said with a smile.
"The next dish is Yuxiang Shredded Pork?"
As expected, He Yuzhu brought over the shredded pork with garlic sauce.
The Yuxiang Shredded Pork had a bright color, and the dish had the fragrance of fish, which was unique to Sichuan cuisine. It looked delicious!
Factory Manager Yang agreed with a smile.
"Leader Wang guessed it right! It's Yuxiang Shredded Pork!"
Leader Wang was even more delighted.
"The next dish is Dongpo Pig Knuckle?”
As expected, He Yuzhu brought over the delicious Dongpo Pig Knuckle, just as the leader had said.
Leader Wang was even happier.
"Spicy tofu?"
He Yuzhu served the spicy tofu.
"There's spicy chicken? Twice Cooked Pork?"
Spicy chicken and twice-cooked pork were served.
……
More than ten plates of authentic Sichuan cuisine filled the table. The order was exactly as Leader Wang had guessed! He Yuzhu had already prepared the most famous dishes in Sichuan. He was just waiting for Leader Wang to order the dishes. He would serve whatever Leader Wang ordered.
However, it sounded like the leader was wise and mighty, and could even guess the order of the dishes.
Flattery without leaving a trace.
Leader Wang took a bite and was so satisfied that he almost swallowed his tongue. He laughed out loud.
"Chef, you're so smart!"
"Your culinary skills are amazing, and you still do things on the road!”
"Do you know who I am? You know where my hometown is."
He Yuzhu shook his head and didn't say anything.
No matter what Leader Wang asked, he just shook his head and nodded without saying anything.
"Manager Yang, is your chef mute?”
"No!"
He Yuzhu said righteously.
"You're the leader! Before I graduated, my master told me not to be curious about which leader came. Just focus on cooking and not ask who it was!”
"I won't ask if I shouldn't!"
"I won't ask about things that I shouldn't!”
Leader Wang was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and clapped, saying "good" three times in a row.
"Good! Good! Good!"
"Come! A toast to you! Manager Yang, this chef in your factory is really not bad.”
"The dishes are even more authentic than those of a Sichuan restaurant!”
"Leader, He Yuzhu is a special third-class cook.”
"Special Class 3? How was this enough? Commending me later!"
Leader Wang spoke and even gave He Yuzhu a toast in public.
Manager Yang was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.
This had never happened before! But now, He Yuzhu had won the favor of the leader, and his factory was also taking advantage of him!
"Alright, alright!"
……
Xu Damao returned to the rolling mill and slammed his fist on the table angrily. He grimaced in pain.
"Silly Zhu was promoted?"
"Deputy Director Li, are you serious?"
"Silly Zhu was just promoted to Special Class Class 3 from Class 1, and he's already promoted to Special Class 2?”
"Hiss, isn't this too hasty?”
Deputy Director Li sneered.
"Special Class 2? Read the document carefully! Factory Manager Yang had personally given the order to promote He Yuzhu to a special first-class!”
"Special Class One! Two levels in a row. I've reached the maximum level!"
"This time, not only did the leader think highly of He Yuzhu, but even the deputy director of the meat factory came to ask for him. How could Director Yang not be anxious?”
The air was quiet.
A bolt from the blue.
Xu Damao opened his mouth in shock, unable to recover from his shock.
Special Class 1?
Did he hear wrongly?
"Then, then the salary of the special-class first-class has also increased by a lot, right?”
Deputy Chief Physician Li's words made Xu Damao's body stiffen again.
"Special first-class, 95 yuan a month and above.”
Boom! Boom!
Xu Damao's eyes rolled back and he was so anxious that he could not breathe and fainted.
……
Xu Damao was so jealous that he was going crazy. On the other side, He Yuzhu was in a great mood.
He received the promotion letter and happily rode his bicycle back to the He family, humming a tune all the way.
He changed the plot again. The train of the era sped up, and he believed that it would soon reach the darkest era. When that time came, he would have to continue to exert his strength and accelerate the train of the era at an even faster speed.
He was very excited when he thought about the housing prices in the Haidian countryside in the 21st century. When he thought of the future housing prices of the Siheyuan, he was so excited that his hands trembled.
"Lie flat!"
"Isn't it nice to be a rent collector?”
"When we fast-forward to the 1980s, as long as we can trade real estate, we must get the property rights!”
He Yuzhu was overjoyed when he thought of having 100 keys hanging around his waist and lying flat every day to collect rent.
The biggest dream of modern society! Be a rice worm, lying flat and collecting rent!
I'm looking forward to it!
He Yuzhu rode to the post office and started collecting cheap stamps.
Stamp collecting was a type of art collection and would be very valuable in the future. He remembered that there was a picture of " China Post's First " that was auctioned in 1993 in Beijing. It was written from right to left in traditional Chinese," Qing Post ", and there was an English word " 1 dollar " under the word " Yuan ". This stamp was sold for 5.7 million in 1993!
He had made a killing.
"Comrade, give me a set of 18 chrysanthemums, especially 44.”
"Then, there's the Yellow Mountain Scenery set, the Peony set, and the Mei Lanfang Art Stage set.”
the clerk reminded.
"So many? This is not cheap!"
He Yuzhu smiled.
"I'm not done yet."
"Give me a set of butterflies and a set of chrysanthemums. The 12-piece set for children that was released in 1963.”
"One set costs 1.12 yuan! Two sets will cost 2.24 yuan!"
The post office felt that He Yuzhu was asking for too much and doubted if he could afford it.
In an era where steamed buns and meat buns were only worth two and five points, one or two yuan was considered a huge asset!
He Yuzhu paid the money and accidentally revealed his wrist.
Seagull men's watch.
Low-key luxury!
The post office clerk was stunned.
The young and old who came to the post office to collect stamps were also stunned.
Watch!
This young man was actually wearing a watch! In their eyes, the Seagull watch was like a modern 1,000,000-dollar earthen watch. It was a symbol of status.
The post office clerk immediately wrapped the stamps enthusiastically and gave He Yuzhu a few empty envelopes.
"Come again next time!"
"Take care!"
He Yuzhu walked out of the post office under dozens of envious and worshipful gazes.
He calculated how many times these stamps could be sold in the future as he rode back to the courtyard house.
What he did not know was that Qin Huairu's cousin had arrived.
Qin Jingru was the sixth child of Qin Huairu's third uncle.
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