The reborn me has no pattern

Chapter 85 The Road to Glory
Wang Aihong never thought that one day he would be able to show his face on the provincial stage. When he was facing the camera, his mind was buzzing. It was raining in the dark sky, but it was not the rain that wet the brand new white shirt, but the rain. It's sweat coming out of my back.

"Is Dad going to be on TV?"

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't disturb Dad."

Yu Wenjing, who lowered her voice, seemed calm at the moment, but her trembling body also showed her nervousness and excitement.

She never asked Wang Aihong to be successful and live a good life, which is better than anything else.

But as it is now, it must be better.

The flow of media interviewed Wang Aihong, a "loving entrepreneur" who came out of nowhere. Even the military media went through the process and praised Wang Aihong for "supporting the army and patriotism". As for where the Daqiao Meat Processing Factory is located? ...

unimportant.

People from the Women's Federation were even more excited. They shook hands with Wang Aihong again and again, and expressed their gratitude to Director Wang repeatedly, expressing that Director Wang supported women's work carefully and tolerantly.

After all, it is really remarkable that the master can think of donating sanitary napkins at such a critical juncture, and he really considers the problem from the perspective of the difference in the physiological structure of the human body.

Wang Aihong has more labels of carefulness and wisdom on his head. For a long time to come, his little label will be a small benchmark.

And when he arrived at his hometown in the west of Syracuse, there were gongs and drums outside the family building in the early years, banners and firecrackers were all available, and young students from Syracuse University, as well as outstanding teenagers from a nearby elementary school, came to present him flowers.

In a daze, I saw from a long distance in front of the welcome crowd, besides the local bureaucrats who greeted me with applause and laughter, there was also my old lady who smiled brightly.

Complacent, happy, happy, there is no need to hide it at all, it is so straightforward and calm.

Those elders in the neighborhood who were about to disappear from memory, this scene also cast envious eyes, and said congratulatory words hundreds of times, thousands of times, and tens of thousands of times without getting tired of hearing them.

"Ever since I was a child, I knew that Aihong was a capable person..."

This is a sentence that the older generation keeps repeating, just like Wang Aihong is destined to have such a fate. Hearing Wang Aihong's old mother, Wei Xiumin, rubbing her hands again and again, nervousness and joy are intertwined, watching her son in front of the bureaucrats. After crowding down to the door of the house, she felt that this scene was even bigger and more glorious than before.

Even the factory area on Daqing Road, which used to be the busiest, was not as lively as it is now.

"Mom, I'm back."

Wang Aihong grinned foolishly, holding a suitcase in her hand, beside Yu Wenjing holding the child, she also stepped forward and called, "Mom."

"Grandma, Dad is on TV—"

The eight-year-old child was extremely proud, and Wei Xiu Min hurriedly stretched out her hand to touch his face when he shouted, "Hey, he's obviously grown taller again."

She stroked her grandson's face, and then asked Yu Wenjing with concern, "Are you tired from the journey?"

"Grandma is not tired at all, it was the police uncle who took us home—"

"Given by the police uncle?"

Wei Xiumin was at a loss.

"Hey, it's Sha...Gusu's comrades escorting the police."

Shacheng, who was on the verge of his mouth, held back again, Gusu...does he have a higher level after all.

"The police car is clearing the way! Damn it! Wang Aihong, you have become a big leader—"

A young man shouted out directly, and Wang Aihong waved his hands again and again: "No, no, no, what am I? I'm a big leader, just a factory manager, it's not a big deal."

He kept explaining like this, but the neighbors of his father's generation became more and more unbelievable, and they rushed over to ask what he was doing anyway.

Wang Aihong remembered Zhang Haonan's advice, and said, "My unit does everything, selling agricultural machinery and batteries, and even has a pig farm."

"What? And a pig farm?"

"It's not too small, a ten thousand head pig farm."

"This guy... How many people does this unit have to support? Shouldn't it be bigger than a textile factory?"

Wang Aihong wanted to tell the truth, but thought of Zhang Haonan's advice, so she bit the bullet and said, "There will be about ten thousand employees this year."

This bragging is a bit false, he himself was in a panic, but Yu Wenjing, who didn't know Zhang Haonan's true strength, followed suit: "Mom, Aihong's unit is mainly for export, and the benefits are very good. Each order has 1000 million of……"

"My God, the salary is higher than that of the textile factory?"

According to Wei Xiumin's experience, the local "eight major factories and mines" are the best units.

Even though people in the Xuecheng textile factory have been laid off continuously since five years ago, Wei Xiumin still hasn't changed her mind in the slightest, even though she has visited her son and daughter-in-law in Shacheng.

Many years ago, Shacheng was full of farmland, filled with the most backward and primitive ecology of water towns. For Wei Xiumin, a city dweller, this kind of place had no future.

Every time Wang Aihong made a phone call, she said that life was getting better and better. In her opinion, it was just an obedient way to comfort the old lady.

That's it.

"It's not much higher."

Wang Aihong was a little embarrassed, and whispered, "Just a little more."

Seeing that her son was unwilling to speak in public, Wei Xiumin thought it was the same, there was no need to show off here, it was already honorable enough anyway.

Provincial TV stations and city TV stations came to interview and escorted by police cars. This is the only one from five generations of her old Wang family.

The street came over in the morning and said that she could have a "model supporter of the army", she didn't know what happened anyway, it was glorious anyway!

Amidst the crowds, Wang Aihong managed to return home. His original plan was to take a rest and then take his son to Beishan Park.

But after all, he still had to socialize. He was so busy until nearly nine o'clock in the evening that the drunk Wang Aihong was carried back. After the person who brought him back had left, Yu Wenjing cursed and brought him a bowl of honey water: "Drink quickly!" Sober up."

"gone?"

Wang Aihong, who seemed to be asleep on the chair, opened one eye, then sat up and looked around, then quickly closed the door, "I'm not drunk, so I didn't really drink it. I took a sip and then spit it out."

As she spoke, Wang Aihong took out a sponge that smelled like liquor, half dry and half wet.

He squeezed it, and the wine dripped directly: "Ku Kong squeezed it under the table."

"Haha, you are still a ghost..."

Yu Wenjing was overjoyed immediately, but still urged, "After all, I still drank some, drink some honey water quickly, so as not to feel uncomfortable."

"to make."

Nodding her head, after drinking the honey water, Wang Aihong sighed: "Alas...the boss expected it all, he asked me to donate..."

"You promised?!"

"I promise you shit, I have to ask the leader for instructions. But when the boss comes, he has already guarded against this for me."

"Give you money?"

"Not just money, boxes, see?"

Yu Wenjing was taken aback for a moment, then looked at the ordinary suitcase, "What's wrong?"

"Open your eyes."

Standing up, Wang Aihong went to the suitcase, unlocked it, and opened two shirts. Inside were not a change of laundry, but boxes, all of which were Sable 5110 mobile phones.

(End of this chapter)