"What do you mean you? You want to curry favor with Factory Manager Yang? Are you qualified?”
"Hurry up and get out of the way. Don't you see that you're blocking the factory manager's way?”
"Manager, ignore him. Let's go.”
Xu Damao gave Liu Haizhong another round of output. Both of them wanted to curry favor with Factory Manager Yang.
Obviously, Xu Damao was better.
"Xu Damao, you're talking nonsense. I'm the Second Master of our hospital.”
"You, show me some respect."
Liu Hai's face was ashen from anger. After holding it in for a long time, he finally said this.
The reason why he was rendered speechless by Xu Damao's rebuttal.
The main reason was that Liu Haizhong had great ambition but little talent, but he always wanted to bite the words to make himself appear cultured.
However, he often made a fool of himself when he opened his mouth.
Just as Xu Damao and Liu Haizhong were arguing with each other.
Factory Manager Yang had already entered Song Qingshan's room. These two small figures were useless to him.
"Old sir, your house is too simple.”
The moment Manager Yang entered Song Qingshan's room, he saw the dilapidated room and a musty smell.
Manager Yang immediately held his breath.
"My master is more casual. Every time I come, he will take a long time to clean up, but after a while, he will become like this.”
Zhang Yilin shook his head helplessly.
"Old Master doesn't care about trifles and lives a carefree life. However, if Old Master continues to be so carefree when he has a wife in the future, he will be despised.”
As Manager Yang spoke, his eyes glanced at Qin Huiru intentionally or unintentionally.
Eh?
He saw Manager Yang's intriguing gaze and the meaning behind his words.
Qin Huairu was at a loss.
After all, no one else knew that she was going to marry the old man except for the mother and son of the Jia family.
Now, Manager Yang expressed it vaguely.
Qin Huairu was shocked and embarrassed.
So the family member she mentioned in the car just now meant his wife.
He had just said that he was not prepared to marry her.
Humph!
A man's mouth was full of lies.
Qin Huairu glared at Song Qingshan with a resentful look in her eyes.
"My humble house is simple, so just sit anywhere you want."
Song Qingshan sat calmly on the only armchair in the room.
Other than that.
There were also two small stools in the room.
Factory Manager Yang looked around and didn't intend to sit down.
Just standing would do.
However, Qin Huairu had already automatically become the mistress of the house. She moved the two small stools to Manager Yang and Zhang Yilin's side.
"Thank you, Miss Song."
Manager Yang took the small stool and thanked him, then sat down.
She curled up her legs and looked up at Song Qingshan.
Zhang Yilin was the same.
The two of them looked like children.
"There's no good tea at home. Little Qin, go get some water.”Song Qing ordered.
"Alright, Old Master."
Actually, there was no need for Song Qingshan to instruct him.
Qin Huairu was also going to get some water. She knew how to treat a guest even in the countryside.
Then, Qin Huairu went to pour a few cups of water and brought them over.
First, he handed a cup to Song Qingshan.
Then came Factory Manager Yang, Zhang Yilin, and the driver, Little Hu.
"Factory Manager Yang, Mr. Zhang, there's nothing to entertain at home.”
"You haven't eaten yet, have you?"
"I'll go make dumplings. You guys chat first.”
After Qin Huairu was busy, she spoke naturally and naturally, like a hostess who was busy with a guest.
At this point.
Zhang Yilin nodded in his heart.
She was good-looking.
People knew the rules.
He was also quick at doing work.
If Master married her, he should be able to live a comfortable life for two years.
"Miss Qin, there's no need to trouble yourself. I'll leave after sitting for a while. I still have to go back to get medicine for my father.”
Qin Huiru was about to go to the stove to make dumplings.
Manager Yang waved his hand and stopped him.
"How can that do? They were already home. No matter what, they had to have a meal before leaving!”
"It won't take long.”
"Old Master, where are our noodles?”
Qin Huairu rolled up her cotton sleeves and prepared to make dough before chopping the dumpling fillings.
In this era.
Alcohol yeast was used to steam steamed buns and dough.
Qin Huairu looked around.
He realized that there was no one at home.
Therefore, she had to wake up a little longer after she had mixed the noodles. Otherwise, she would turn into a dead dough lump later.
"Miss Qin, there's really no need. Let's sit for a while.”
Manager Yang stood up.
She declined politely.
"Old Master." Qin Huairu didn't know if she should ask Song Qingshan to stay. She looked at Song Qingshan pleadingly.
"Don't be busy for now."
"Factory Manager Yang's father is still waiting to drink the medicine.”
"I won't stay."
Song Qingshan waved his hand, indicating for Qin Huairu to stop.
"Old sir, you're so old and you're my grandfather. Don't keep calling me Factory Manager Yang.”
"You can call me Xiao Yang from now on.”
Manager Yang said with a smile.
The reason he lowered his status was not only because of Song Qingshan saving his father.
He also had to rely on Song Qingshan to help him earn favors in the future.
Song Qingshan smiled without saying anything.
"Alright, Old Sir, please sit down first. I'll leave first.”
"You've been busy all morning. Don't go to work in the afternoon. I'll write you an approval for you to go out for treatment later.”
The doctor in the medical room of the rolling mill.
Not only did they have to treat the workers in the factory, but if the workers were on sick leave and their condition was serious, they also had to be careful.
The doctors in the rolling mill were also responsible for providing medical services.
This wasn't a leave of absence.
He would not deduct his salary.
"Master, I'll be leaving first. I have to go back and clean up this set of needles.”
Zhang Yilin also stood up from the small stool.
He had been holding the needle set in his hand the entire time.
"Alright."
Song Qingshan nodded.
"Miss Song, I hope I won't call you Miss Song the next time I eat your dumplings.”
"It's Madam Song."
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The author had been collecting wheat at home and had just returned today.
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