Zhou Zhenhua didn't know that he had road rage these days. Otherwise, he would have asked which unit these people were from and then went to the leader to ask for rewards.
If it wasn't for him, would these people be so enthusiastic at work? Can you come so early?
Snatching bamboo shoots? All the bamboo shoots on the mountain have been dug up by you alone.
Zhou Zhenhua was not done yet. He felt like he was one with the car today.
Muscle memory had given him a strong sense of balance, allowing him to ride a bicycle with ease.
When they reached the entrance of the rolling mill, Zhou Zhenhua pressed the handbrake and put his long legs on the ground.
Thud, thud, thud. The soles of his shoes rubbed against each other. Yes, there was an internal smell.
Pressing the bicycle bell, the guard craned his neck to take a look and complained,"You're early. It's still 40 minutes before work.
Yo, this is a new car. It's so stylish.
Hey, aren't you that Secretary Zhou? You…bring your wife?
Heh…how rare!" Zhou Zhenhua looked at the guard and wondered if he should go up and do something.
Did this grandson borrow his mouth? This guy was too impatient. How could he have so many words in such a short time?
What kind of gaze was that? What attitude?
"How refreshing. If I don't bring my wife, you won't be happy if I bring your wife.
Are you okay? He lifted the pole when he had nothing to do.
Do you know how much the factory has lost?
If every employee dawdled to work on time, how could they guarantee the completion of production tasks?
I'll tell you if there's a problem with your resolve."
When the guard heard this, his face turned green.
"Why should I bring my wife for you?!"”
Who doesn't know that you, Zhou Zhenhua, hit your wife? Why are you pretending to be loving now?
Looking at Yu Fanghua, who had been secretly laughing, the guard suddenly felt a little stupid.
The matter between the couple had nothing to do with him, so he had no need to bother with this fellow.
And this woman too. So you're not the one getting beaten up?
Why were they still watching from the side?
I suddenly feel that I was born a human. I'm sorry.
This felt a little f * cked up.
"Enter, enter, enter…I don't dare to stop you from contributing to the construction. This hat is too big, and my small neck can't withstand it.”
"I'm just joking with you. Why are you so anxious?”
Zhou Zhenhua smiled and took out a bag of peonies. Don't ask, you must have bought them from the vending machine.
It was a very strange thing. Other products had problems with the measurement unit, but this pack of cigarettes was one pack at a time. There was no extra.
Did the system think that smoking was harmful to his health?
Heh, this system's awareness was really high.
If he had a ton of cigarettes, he would really be afraid that he would die from smoking.
But the problem was that Zhou Zhenhua didn't smoke.
In short, this was a public service advertisement. Smoking was harmful to one's health.
The peonies were from the Beijing Cigarette Factory. They cost 45 cents per pack.
There was a jingle that said that the leaders would draw peonies, the officials would draw Xiangshan, the employees would draw the economy, and the common people would roll the calendar.
He wasn't happy with this jingle either.
Xiangshan 2.7 cents for a bag. It was economical. The national retail price was 8 cents, but some places sold it for 12 cents.
As for the cannon rolling up the calendar, that was purely a joke.
Nowadays, cigarette butts rarely had filter tips. If one picked up someone's cigarette butt on the street or on the road, they could peel off the tobacco and find a calendar to roll it up. That would be a cigarette.
Speaking of which, this economy brand cigarette was very famous back then. It was famous for its ash.
It was said that before smoking, one had to blow out the mud inside. Otherwise, after smoking, one's entire mouth would be filled with mud. No one knew if it was a joke or true.
The most expensive cigarette these days was the national treasure panda.
In the department store, there was a special way to sell them, which was to sell them separately and you could buy one.
Panda cigarettes cost 70 cents per stick, so a pack was worth 1.4 yuan.
How much did a pound of pork cost? This pack of cigarettes was worth more than one yuan.
The other was Zhonghua. Have you seen Zhonghua in a can? These cigarettes were sold at five cents per stick.
People who could draw peonies in Beijing were very famous.
Zhou Zhenhua took out a cigarette and handed it to the guard. When the guard saw it, he didn't want to argue with him.
Moreover, he was the one at fault first.
"This cigarette is good. I'm sorry about just now, but there were some rumors in the past.”
Look, this was the power of smoke.
Zhou Zhenhua smiled and waved his hand. He patted his chest and said,""Rumors are harmful. Alright, I'm not a petty person. You go ahead and do your work.”
The guard smiled as he watched the couple enter the door. Then, he rubbed his chest and grimaced as he entered the door.
"Heh, this grandson's hand is really strong. Are you sure he's holding a pen? What the f * ck, he actually came to play dirty.”
Who was Zhou Zhenhua? How could he be at a disadvantage?
I'll slap you to death.
"Why didn't I know you smoked?”
Yu Fanghua was very curious about this.
"Me? I don't smoke." She was a painter and smoked. She was afraid that she would burn down the studio one day. In her previous life, she did not have such a hobby.
"Although I don't smoke, I have a pack of cigarettes with me.
In the past, everyone I met felt inferior to me. Who am I? Would a university graduate like anyone else?
Now that he had been reborn, he had to put away his arrogance.
Fanghua, let me tell you, interpersonal relationships at work are very complicated.
This friendship was slowly formed through this cigarette and candy.”
Yu Fanghua pinched Zhou Zhenhua's face."This really doesn't sound like something you would say, but it's quite right.”
"Hehe, isn't this a good thing to correct? Here, when we get to the broadcasting room, we'll give them a share.
Especially those in the electrical room. They were in charge of your meals. If the equipment was broken, they would inevitably have to trouble them.”
Zhou Zhenhua stuffed two bunches of White Rabbit into her hands.
"I know. The people in our department get along well. I'm not like you.”
He personally sent Yu Fanghua to the broadcasting office building before turning back and walking to the other end.
He did not know who was the one who planned this factory.
Shouldn't the broadcasting department and the publicity department be placed together?
In the end, one side was in the east, and the other side was in the west.
Far away.
If the publicity department had a draft, they would have to send it far away to convey the spirit of the meeting.
Zhou Zhenhua pondered. It was probably some official who wanted to order people around.
"Yo, Little Zhou, you're here so early today?”
"Yeah, Big Sister Liu, good morning to you too."
"Hai, I'm getting on in years and I don't sleep much. Why don't you come to the office earlier? At least it's warmer.”
"You're right. Heh, I've learned a trick. Perhaps he could even be praised as being proactive and advanced.”
Sister Liu was a little surprised. Zhou Zhenhua would never joke with her like this in the past. In her opinion, this young man was capable, but his EQ was a little low and he did not fit in well.
To put it bluntly, he was arrogant and looked down on the people from the publicity department.
There were many people in the publicity department, but there were only three people who could get a seat in the office.
One was the director's secretary, one was Sister Liu, and the other was Zhou Zhenhua himself.
As for the chief physician and the four associate chief physicians, they were all in the office next door.
The secretary's job was more complicated and there were more things to do. It was very tough.
Don't get me wrong, this secretary is a man. It's not a good time for a secretary to do anything.
As for Zhou Zhenhua and Big Sister Liu, they were responsible for their own parts.
For example, Big Sister Liu was mainly responsible for the compilation of manuscripts and reviewing them.
He was an artistic youth among the factory workers. Occasionally, he would write a poem or a short article. If he wanted to publish it in the factory journal, he had to go through this person's review.
After the review, it was handed over to Zhou Zhenhua for proofreading and typography.
He even illustrated articles. Of course, he didn't do this often. What he did most were all kinds of posters.
The kind that was drawn on the wall when he was young. Have you seen it before?
There should still be some now, but most of them were painted by machines. There were very few hand-painted ones.
In this factory, the slogans and posters on the walls were basically drawn by Zhou Zhenhua.
Painting once took a long time, but similarly, painting once could take a long time.
At that time, they would usually go to the art academy to recruit students, giving them a chance to practice.
When he got a job, he would get a recommendation letter that proved his ability. It meant that he had work experience before he was assigned.
He came from the academy, so he naturally wanted to let his junior brothers and sisters benefit from this kind of thing. This was also a favor for his teacher.
It wasn't really hard work. The magazine in the factory was only published once every half a month, so there was plenty of time to proofread.
It was work. Whatever work you were doing, just focus on yourself. Don't randomly stretch your hands out. It might involve some interests and you might be easily messed with by others.
Zhou Zhenhua didn't have the mood to do that. He was happy to be idle.
His office desk was in the corner, and there was a large open space beside it. There were painting racks and various colors.
It was familiar yet strange.
He looked at the work schedule hanging on the wall. It was changed by the secretary every day, but it was still from last week.
Based on his original memory, it was the same every week.
In this winter, there was no specific work. He read books and newspapers to improve his mental awareness and learn some knowledge that could improve himself.
Zhou Zhenhua was very satisfied with this job.
"Sister Liu, I'll go get some water. Give me the kettle.”
Big Sis Liu was even more surprised. In the past, Zhou Zhenhua was always writing and drawing in the office. He didn't take the initiative to communicate at all. Today, he first joked with her and then took the initiative to fetch water for her?
"Isn't this too troublesome?" Sister Liu obviously knew his character.
"Look at what you're saying. You're a senior. I'll get you a pot of water. What's the trouble?
Give me the thermos."
Big Sis Liu scratched her head as she watched Zhou Zhenhua leave with two water bottles.
"Little Zhou is indeed a little different today.”
On the other side, Zhou Zhenhua was trying to change his image of the office.
On the other side, Xu Damao chased after Qin Huairu.
"Qin Huairu, what exactly is the meaning of this? Just give me a word. We're about to reach the factory. It's hard to say if someone sees us.
Today, as usual, five steamed buns. Come to the small warehouse during the lunch break.”
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