After Yang Weimin returned to the workshop, there was still some time before the lunch break ended. There were two bottles of Arctic Ocean left. Yang Weimin took out one bottle and walked to the office of the workshop director, Chen Aijun.
Chen Aijun's office was in the workshop, in a corner cubicle against the wall. It was different from the other directors. Working in the workshop, he could check the progress of his work at any time.
Yang Weimin knocked on the door and walked in. He saw Chen Aijun writing something on the table.
"Brother Jun, why didn't I see you at the cafeteria just now?”
"I have a watch to hand in, so I ate a little.”
Yang Weimin placed the Arctic Ocean on the table.
"Brother Jun, you go ahead. I'll leave the soda here.”
"Drink it yourself."
"I do. Er Gang and the others drank it too.”
Chen Aijun put down his pen and frowned slightly." I've told you several times. You're not married yet, so you should save your money. Don't pretend to be generous and treat us."”
"Got it. It won't happen again."
Yang Weimin knew that Chen Aijun was doing this for his own good, so he didn't care about Chen Aijun's reproachful tone and walked out with a smile.
Chen Aijun shook his head helplessly and continued to make the form.
He liked Yang Weimin very much. He was smart but not arrogant. He was also serious in his work and was experienced in dealing with others.
In the early days, because of Jia Dongxu, his reputation in the workshop was not very good, but he did not do anything out of line. Without anyone to guide him, he had been seriously self-studying and honing his skills.
After two years of hard work, he successfully passed the test of a Level 5 Fitter. Yesterday, he also took the test of a Level 6 Fitter. Seeing Yang Weimin's relaxed state, Chen Aijun knew that he was safe again.
When the results came out tomorrow, Chen Aijun planned to apply to the factory for Yang Weimin's commendation. After all, a twenty-two-year-old sixth-grade fitter was a treasure no matter where he was placed.
It was very likely that he would become a Level 8 fitter before the age of 30. This not only represented Yang Weimin's solid theory and rich practical experience, but also represented unlimited innovation and possibilities.
As he grew older, Chen Aijun found that his brain was getting worse and worse than the young people. Moreover, some of the old employees in the factory were lazy and arrogant, unwilling to learn new things.
Chen Aijun would sometimes go to other cities for business trips to learn. Some advanced theoretical knowledge and equipment shocked him greatly. If it weren't for the limited number of slots and the fact that Yang Weimin was a Level 5 fitter, Chen Aijun would have brought Yang Weimin out.
However, if Yang Weimin successfully passed the sixth grade this time, there would not be any problem bringing him out again.
Chen Aijun only wanted the results of the worker's technical level examination to come out as soon as possible. It was like how she felt when she wanted to know her child's college entrance examination score earlier.
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After Yang Weimin left Chen Aijun's office, he returned to his work station and chatted with Er Gang and the others for a while before getting ready for work.
Jia Dongxu, who had been paying attention to Yang Weimin, saw it. He only felt that Yang Weimin liked to suck up to the leader. He was not happy that Yang Weimin did not share his soda with him, but he also hated Chen Aijun for favoring Yang Weimin. He was not only doing business with him, but also had some intentions of targeting him.
However, Jia Dongxu didn't dare to provoke Chen Aijun. After all, he was his direct superior. As for Yang Weimin, Jia Dongxu wasn't afraid of him. To a certain extent, he had lost to him. Otherwise, Qin Huairu wouldn't have chosen him.
After working absent-mindedly for the whole afternoon, Jia Dongxu slacked off and returned to the courtyard house after work.
Qin Huairu was already setting the table. When she saw Jia Dongxu return, she said," You can eat now."”
Jia Dongxu frowned as he looked at the cornbread, pickles, and porridge on the table.
"Why is that all? Is there nothing else?"
Jia Zhangshi echoed," I just said that you shouldn't have given her the money and tickets. What did you give us to eat! The stick was still growing, couldn't he eat something good?”
Qin Huairu felt a little aggrieved." We ate fine grains yesterday. We'll have to make do with coarse grains today. We don't have that much fine grains.”
"I gave you money so that you can live a good life, but how are we going to live if we eat like this?”
"Then give me fifteen yuan a month. I can't save up no matter how much I save!”
Jia Dongxu panicked when he heard this." Qin Huairu, what do you mean?!" Do you think I earn less? If I didn't marry you, you would still be working in the countryside! How could she be so comfortable every day without having to work and just take care of the child?”
"I-I didn't mean that."
"Then what do you mean? I'm telling you, if you want to pass, then pass, but get lost!”
Qin Huairu hurriedly said," Dongxu, I was wrong. I'll go prepare some fine grains, alright?!"”
"Forget it, when will you be done?”
A married daughter was like spilled water. If Jia Dongxu divorced her, she really didn't know what to do with her child.
Qin Huairu could not say anything. When she first married Jia Dongxu, it was still alright. Her salary was barely enough for the three of them.
However, with the stick and Xiao Dang, the expenses suddenly increased. Especially since the stick was especially gluttonous and was also her flesh and blood, she naturally would not starve the stick.
However, there was a saying that went," A half-grown kid will eat until I'm poor." This sentence was very suitable for a stick meme.
The boy's appetite was twice that of a pregnant woman like her. Qin Huiru was already trying her best to save money so that the family could have more food.
Usually, they would eat a mixture of coarse grains and fine grains, and occasionally eat meat once a month.
Even so, he could barely make ends meet. Actually, Jia Dongxu was right. Qin Huairu really despised his low salary.
In the past, when he chose Jia Dongxu, Jia Dongxu's salary was the same as Yang Weimin's, but Jia Dongxu gave a higher betrothal gift, so he chose Jia Dongxu.
But unexpectedly, not long after, Yang Weimin's salary rose steadily. It was more than 30, more than 40, more than 50, which was equivalent to twice Jia Dongxu's current salary.
And Yang Weimin was alone. If it wasn't for the limited meat and fine grains, he would have no problem eating meat all day long, and his daily necessities would also be of a higher grade.
At this moment, a pound of pork was only 68 cents, and ten pounds was only 6.8 yuan. Yang Weimin's salary was enough to buy ten pounds, so he had about 50 yuan left. His life was comfortable.
Moreover, what made Qin Huiru feel vexed was that she had to work at home. It was not like Jia Dongxu had said that she did not have to work. In fact, Qin Huiru felt that it was even more tiring than working in the countryside.
She had to take care of the children, do housework, and serve the family. In her spare time, she had to take on jobs in the textile factory. She did not have a single day to spare. If it were not for the fact that she had worked so much in the countryside, Qin Huairu felt that she would have collapsed from exhaustion.
If she had married Yang Weimin, she would not have to be so careful all day long. She did not even dare to use a cream, afraid that the Jia family and their son would say something.
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