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Chapter 427: Does Shazhu's father know about this? [ words]

"Secretary Lou Lou is here too."

Qin Huairu's voice trembled, and her expression looked a little unnatural.

He touched the folded hard red paper in his pocket, his movements somewhat stiff.

Before she knew it, she was already resentful of the co-worker who had tipped her off.

It was clearly said that Lou Xiao'e was in the cafeteria, it has only been a short while. How come she is back?

Given the current situation, Qin Huairu didn't dare to offend Lou Xiaoe when she was in the hospital.

Not to mention in the factory.

There is neighborhood camaraderie in the hospital, and people of all kinds can get along well with each other, but in the factory, all that matters is official business.

He might show mercy to other people, but to her, Qin Huairu?
She herself knew to some extent that she was not liked by others.

"I'm asking you a question. Why are you running around the factory during working hours without a notice or note from your workshop director?"

Lou Xiao'e frowned. She was originally still thinking about the witty exchanges between the two people in the room, but now she had to change her mind.

"Hey, well, I asked for leave from our workshop director. It's just ten minutes. It won't affect our work.

Secretary Lou, is the factory director in the office?

There is something I want to discuss with the factory manager."

Qin Huairu pursed her lips, perhaps knowing that she didn't have much face with Lou Xiaoe, so she just wanted to be vague and after luring Li Mao out, she would emphasize the friendship between neighbors.

Before, she only said that she had severed ties with the old Jia family, but now, Qin Huairu has left the old Jia family.

We are neighbors, so we can't just ignore this unemployed widow.
There was no movement of her hands, and there was doubt in her heart, so naturally the expression on Lou Xiao'e's face was not good.

She didn't want to let Qin Huairu in, but thinking about her work and the extraordinary Bai Ling in the office, Lou Xiaoe could only frown and snort:
"Stand where you are, I'll ask the factory manager."

Although the sound clearly reached their ears, the few of them still went through the procedure.

Bai Ling stood up and left with Lou Xiao'e.

He said he wanted to take a walk around the factory and take a look at the layout.

But in fact, it still gave Li Mao space and time to work.

When the two of them left the factory office, Li Mao sat opposite and watched Qin Huairu rubbing her hands nervously, lowering her head to look at her chest which was covering her toes.

"Worker Qin, come to the factory office during working hours? Is there something important going on?"

Qin Huairu didn't say anything, and Li Mao didn't indulge her. He looked her up and down, then sneered twice, casually and thoughtfully.

Li Mao never hesitated to evaluate Qin Huairu with more care.

"Hey, there are some important situations in the hospital."

Qin Huairu didn't dare to look up, and said this in a muffled voice. The sound made by the thick walls of her heart was something that a woman with an airport at such a young age could not make even if she tried her best to swallow.

To be fair, the thickness of the heart wall can affect the timbre to a certain extent.

Qin Huairu seemed to have understood what Li Mao was trying to say. She had been trying to cover it up, but when she heard this, she spoke out her purpose directly, like pouring beans from a bamboo tube:
"It's nothing else but Cui Dake is planning to marry into the Jia family. I want to find some time to prepare a banquet in the courtyard."

The first few words were fine, but as Qin Huairu spoke, she was so ashamed that she couldn't raise her head.

After all, Jia Zhang's name starts with the word Jia.

It would be fine for other girls to marry into the family, but Jia Zhang's identity was really too embarrassing.

Not to mention, this is a recruitment of a son-in-law under the name of the Jia family.

Qin Huairu no longer dared to guess what Lao Jia and Jia Dongxu were thinking.

On the other hand, if Jia Zhang had not said that she could make some concessions on the Banggeng issue, Qin Huairu would never have done such a thing as sending invitations.

That’s right, send a message!
In the morning, after being watched and urgently getting the certificate, Cui Dake was like opening a clockwork lock on his anus, and he didn't stop even after landing.

He looked for someone and said soft words, but in the end, he didn't know who he heard the words from.

I was worried that given their status, I wouldn’t be able to collect enough money for the banquet even if I hosted it.

He simply asked someone to write invitations on red paper. Cui Da might have the nerve to deliver them, but when it came to Li Mao, he could only threaten Qin Huairu.

Without even glancing at the invitation on the table, he sneered, not even hiding the slightest bit of disdain in his heart:

"Holding a banquet? And making such a big fuss about it? Aren't they really afraid of losing face for the neighbors?"

Seeing Qin Huairu, her face just blushed. She neither left nor spoke. She just sat in the office shamelessly, as if she would just be a vase in the office if no invitations were received.

The sarcasm in Li Mao's heart became stronger and stronger.

He leaned back in a relaxed manner. Because he was carrying a heavy weapon and the space was limited, Li Mao, who usually didn't like to cross his legs and take up space, put his legs on the coffee table for the first time.

It may be a little impolite to outsiders, but it is perfect for expressing attitude.

"Who started it at the table?"

Qin Huairu suddenly looked up and heard Li Mao asking about the banquet, thinking that the matter had been settled.

Looking at Li Mao's legs resting on the coffee table, Qin Huairu, a widow who had been unemployed for a long time and always felt that the nights were too long, felt a little dazed.

After all, Jia Dongxu is too useless.

It had only been a short time, and Qin Huairu could hardly remember what Jia Dongxu looked like at night.

Qin Huairu suppressed the curse in her heart, her cheeks flushed, her head lowered, as if she had a cold and her nose was blocked, and she spoke in a muffled voice:

"Cui Dake didn't have any acquaintances. It was only after I begged Zhuzi and promised a few dollars that I was able to get him to the table.

Don't worry, Li Mao. I will definitely discuss this with Zhuzi and will not let him just use some cabbage to deal with the problem."

"Wait?! Whether it's a cabbage banquet or not is another matter.

Let's talk about the one who prepared the banquet first. Who? Shazhu? Qin Huairu, we are all old neighbors in the courtyard. Are you pretending to be ignorant?
I don't believe you haven't heard anything about the relationship between He Daqing and Jia Zhang.

Even if you don't know He Daqing, Yi Zhonghai is still there. Let Sha Zhu prepare a feast for Jia Zhang?
Are you going to offend people to death?

I'm just confused. How much benefit did the Jia family give you? Why did you do such a cruel thing?
Even if nothing else is said, He Daqing is your co-worker!

Letting Sha Zhu host the banquet, have you ever thought about whether He Daqing would cause trouble?"

Li Mao teased twice, and just to join in the fun he brought up the matter.

To put it bluntly, even if it was just a fleeting romance, she did have a relationship with He Daqing after all.

Is Sha Zhu, the son, going to prepare a banquet for Jia Zhang's remarriage?

This is really a stab in He Daqing's heart!
No, not only He Daqing, but even Yi Zhonghai couldn't escape.

After all, Qin Huairu had said it herself before. In order to pave a way out for the relatively healthy Banggeng, Jia Zhang admitted that Banggeng was Yi Zhonghai's grandson.

From this point of view, the one who suffers the most is not Jia Dongxu, who became a son again, but old Jia, who has been wearing the hat for many years and doesn’t even know it!

Year after year, with so many hats, just thinking about it, Li Mao felt that the Jia family was extremely lucky.

The only one who can be compared with Old Jia at this moment is probably the half-closed-door wife that Xu Damao married later.

It would have been fine for the others, but Shazhu and Yan interpreted it as Caijue.

It’s a pity that Xu Damao was not here, otherwise, someone would have died in the courtyard.

Qin Huairu naturally had no idea what Li Mao was thinking.

But just these words were enough to make Qin Huairu tremble.

"I am a woman. Cui Dake can use his tricks to bully me. What can I do?
Bang Geng was in a bad state and was becoming less and less welcome in the Jia family.

As a mother, I see it with my own eyes and feel the pain in my heart.

I saw a plump and fair baby turn into a dark and thin one. I felt so sad that it was more painful than being cut by a knife.

Qin Huairu yelled in a low voice with some self-abandonment.

After all, they knew this was the factory office, so even if they shouted, they didn't dare to make much noise.

But the more careful he was, the more suspicious Li Mao became.

There is an old saying that single widows are all smart people.

A single widow with children who is not in a hurry to get married is the smartest among the smart people.

No matter how Qin Huairu cried, Li Mao didn't take it seriously.

After yelling for a few times, he lowered his voice when he saw that no one was disciplined.

"Director, you don't believe me?"

Qin Huairu lowered her voice, and there was a hint of unwillingness in her tone.

"What does it have to do with me? Take back the invitation. We are all neighbors. Since we are already out of the Jia family, we should at least give ourselves some dignity.

As for the Bangshen? It’s better not to talk about Bangshen.

If you really have no idea what's going on, just let it go.

The commotion got so big that everyone in the street and even the entire neighborhood knew about Jia Zhang. After Cui Dake bullied Bang Geng, they would definitely come to the house to persuade them.

What time do you think it is now?
Haizi's door was so open, I felt indignant, but I just went there.

Anyway, I see that you have no intention of paying back Sha Zhu. A stamp of three and a half cents, is it possible that you cannot afford it?

Okay, let’s leave it at that.”

Li Mao didn't say much, just waved his hand, signaling Qin Huairu to leave quickly.

"Li Mao, please help me make this a bigger fuss. If this gets out of hand, how will I face people in the future?
He is still a child!

It's already so tragic. If it gets out of hand, will his reputation be ruined?
Even if he is no longer able to live, as long as he has a city hukou, he might be able to find a wife with children from the countryside in the future!
How will Bang Geng live if his reputation is ruined? "

Qin Huairu cried and while speaking, she jumped up from the hard wooden sofa.

Before his front foot landed on the ground, his body softened and he fell beside Li Mao.

With his hands on his legs resting on the coffee table, Li Mao was in a dilemma as to whether to close his arms or not through his clothes.

"Qin Huairu! What do you want to do!?"

Feeling the strength in Qin Huairu's hand, he glanced at the two people's positions, and a fierce look suddenly rose in his pupils.

"Director, please help me! If you don't help me, I will strip off all my clothes in front of you!

For the sake of Banggen, I have no shame! "

Qin Huairu was crying, and her words sounded as if she was the one who was threatened and wronged.

"Haha, Qin Huairu, Widow Qin, what you said is really shameless!

Stripped naked? If you are stripped naked, will you be the one who suffers?
You are a married woman with two children, and I am an aspiring young man who has not yet married and has never experienced that. Even if you are naked, the workers in the factory will only scold you!
Half a lifetime left. How old is Bang Geng? Half a lifetime left? Reputation left?
Have you ever heard about the reputation of your Bangteng?

Even if this matter doesn't become a big deal, is there any room for your Bang Geng's reputation to decline?
If you ask me, instead of thinking about this, you might as well save more money and find an opportunity for Banggeng to have surgery in the future.

Someone once said that it is not easy for a woman to become a man, but there are ways for a man to become a woman.

But if I move to another place and hide my identity, I may not be able to have hope for the rest of my life.

Although the word "yao niang" sounds unpleasant, how big of a joke is it? I heard that some people think they are girls from birth, and they can't change it even after getting married.

There is no chance of success anyway, so it is better to let Banggeng give Xiaodangdang a sister. "

Naturally, Li Mao couldn't tell anyone about the fact that he had lost his virginity and had had affairs with other women.

What can be said is the external image he has always maintained.

Single young talent, this is Li Mao’s business card in his hometown.

When these words came out of her mouth and entered Qin Huairu's ears, it was like a heavy hammer hitting her heart.

Male becomes female.
Qin Huairu has also heard of this kind of thing.
In the past, when the Five Sects and Eight Paths were making a fuss in Kyoto, there was also the wonderful world of dumplings.

Even though she had never been there, Qin Huairu had heard some of the stories from her uncles and aunts.

There are vase girls, beautiful snakes, not only men transforming into women, but also monsters that stop halfway through transformation.

If Banggeng becomes a girl, with a city hukou, and adds some dowry, and tricks someone from the countryside into marrying him, maybe it would be possible?

wrong!

Why think about this?!

Qin Huairu, who was almost convinced, suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment.

Weren’t we just talking about Banggen’s reputation?

Why did you suddenly think of this?

At least as a mother, she can do more work and save more money for Banggeng in the future.

When Xiaodang gets married, I will ask him to take good care of him. No matter what, Banggeng will not die.

"Director, you have such a cruel heart! We are neighbors! Can't you be more generous like Zhuzi? If Zhuzi could help, he would definitely not be like you.

You are a young talent in our hospital, how can you bully others like this! "

Sensing that Li Mao was about to pull his legs back, Qin Huairu spoke in a resentful tone, and her hands, which had just been pressing down, now pressed down hard.

Not only the hands, but the entire upper body was hung there.

"Worker Qin, are you trying to be unreasonable?"

Li Mao looked coldly at Qin Huairu hanging on his legs, his expression unchanged: "Since you keep calling me Shazhu, why are you still making trouble in the factory?

If you want to do anything, just find that idiot Zhu who doesn’t even care about his own father.

I'll say this for the last time, please keep some dignity for yourself and don't make things difficult for your neighbors.

Also, my last name is Li, not Cao, so you won’t have the same hobbies as Cao the thief.”

The words were harsh and the voice was cold, and they fell into Qin Huairu's ears, hitting her squarely in a trance.

With this force, Li Mao stretched out his legs and broke Qin Huairu's hands free.

He pressed the handrails with both hands and pushed hard, not caring about where he would hit Qin Huairu's face. He raised his legs and took a step forward to put some distance between them.

Even though he said so powerfully just now, if Qin Huairu really did something like pulling off her clothes in the office, even if Li Mao had ten mouths, he would not be able to explain himself.

Even if the people in the machinery factory believed him.

But what about the people in the steel mill next door?

What about those people who are targeting Li Mao openly or secretly?

Even if they believed it, they would try to make some noise in their hearts and do everything they could to discredit Li Mao's reputation.

If it really comes to that, maybe the higher-ups would show some mercy and let him go because of his past contributions.

But the more likely possibility is to enforce the law and impose punishment accordingly to serve as a warning to others.

After all, there were only him, Li Mao, and Qin Huairu in the office at this moment.

If Qin Huairu died, Li Maozhen would not be able to explain himself.

Qin Huairu had not yet recovered from the trance of being hit in the face by a heavy object. She looked blankly at Li Mao who had retreated to the door, wondering if she had missed something.

Before he could react, he suddenly heard Li Mao shouting loudly in the corridor:

"Secretary Lou? Where is Secretary Lou? Director Liu, is Director Liu in the factory office?
Call Secretary Lou and Director Liu to the conference room, there is something that needs to be arranged!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Director, I'm here! I just saw Secretary Lou taking people to inspect the factory environment.

I'll get someone to call her over right now!"

As soon as Li Mao spoke, Liu Haizhong, who happened to be walking downstairs, quickly stuck his head out from the stairs.

Now that the machinery factory is expanding, there are so many things to do in the factory.

Just then, Liu Haizhong, who had just checked some work outside, met Lou Xiaoe and another person who were going out on the way back to the factory office.

I happened to return to the factory office and just heard Li Mao's shouting in the corridor.

By the time Liu Haizhong Huxie Huxie climbed up the stairs, Qin Huairu, with mixed emotions in her heart, had already packed her clothes and walked out of the house with her head lowered.

Facing Liu Haizhong who was walking towards her, Qin Huairu just lowered her head and called out "Uncle Liu".

"Qin Huairu? What are you doing here? Didn't your workshop director say that you went to the infirmary because of a stomachache?"

Liu Haizhong frowned, and inadvertently exposed Qin Huairu's lie.

"Well, I just want to ask the factory manager for help with something. If the factory manager is unwilling, I will go back to work now."

Still in a muffled voice, after answering this, Qin Huairu stepped aside and walked past Liu Haizhong.

After watching Qin Huairu go down the stairs, Liu Haizhong asked with a puzzled look on his face:
"Director, is this Qin Huairu trying to cheat again? No! Even if she is an old neighbor, our machinery factory will definitely not tolerate such a person!"

"Hey, that has nothing to do with that. It's not about that. It's about Cui Dake and Jia Zhang's plan to set up a banquet.

I don’t know where these two people got the nerve to actually want me to attend their banquet?
Having said that, this banquet was still prepared by Sha Zhu. I really don’t know how He Daqing could bear it.”

Li Mao waved his hand and said jokingly: "As for being lazy? I can't tolerate that!
Not to mention the old neighbors, when Director Liu was making his rounds, he would scold anyone he saw being lazy.

Our machinery factory doesn’t have much money, so we can’t employ so many idle people like the steel mill next door.”

"Huh? Cui Dake? Jia Zhangshi? And Sha Zhu?
This, this, this. Does He Daqing not know about this? I just went to the kitchen and He Daqing was still there teaching his apprentices.

If people knew that Sha Zhu was going to prepare a banquet for Jia Zhang, he would probably go to the steel mill with a kitchen knife in hand.

Director, how about I go and mention this to He Daqing?
If we knew about this in the factory, we could at least call the security department.

If we wait until you return to Siheyuan to start a quarrel, I'm afraid it will affect the reputation of our machinery factory.

By the way, we have to call Old Yan to handle this matter!

But having said that, you, the factory director, are really open-minded. You know that Old Yan has a hard time, and you helped him change his job.

To be honest, Old Yan is really suitable to be an accountant.

The abacus, how do you say that word? It's an abacus calculation, it's very precise and there's no leakage of accounts.

Let’s not talk about anything else, just say that after frying, there is oil left over that does not meet the standards, and Old Yan has divided it out clearly.

That guy, factory director, you didn’t see how detailed it was, how many drops old Yan could divide the oil into for his fellow workers when distributing the oil!

But then again, our hospital has had a lot of heart-wrenching things happen over the years, and who could have thought that Yan Jiecheng would do something like that without saying anything."

While Liu Haizhong was muttering, Li Mao's emotions became complicated.

To be fair, Li Mao didn't want to share the oil used to fry the pancakes with his coworkers and wanted to dispose of it directly.

According to the concepts of later generations, eating too much oil that has been fried many times can cause health problems.

They are all his own workers, and Li Mao doesn't want his workers to suffer any consequences.

But what can I say? Li Mao said this very clearly.

There wasn't much noise about the expansion of the factory, but the issue of not being allowed to share the oil was reported to the ministry.

As for what Li Mao said, eating oil that has been repeatedly fried is unhealthy for the human body.

No one, whether it was the ministries or the workers in the factory, took it seriously.

In their words, the saliva oil from the old hot pot becomes more delicious as it ages.

How many pancakes have you fried? They are made in our own factory, and everyone is watching them. There is nothing unclean in the oil, so what can’t be eaten?
The oil used to fry dough sticks on the streets has not been changed for many years, and I have never seen any problems with the neighbors eating it.

That means knowing that the factory’s products are still selling outside.

Knowing that there are standards out there and knowing that part of this thing is used to earn foreign exchange, there is no question of whether it is a waste of money or not.

As for the issue of not allowing oil sharing?

Even the words of the factory director Li Mao are not effective.

I pulled a worker over and asked him a question, and he only got one answer.

It's hard to have a meal these days.

They knew that Li Mao was thinking about their health, but it would be decades later and they didn’t know if they could live to see that time.

It would be better to distribute more oil now so that the men and women in the family can grow taller and stronger.

Later on, Li Mao just let it go.

The output of the instant noodle workshop in the machinery factory was not very high. Even if the oil was distributed to the workers, the amount consumed was not even as much as what people in later generations would consume by eating fried chicken in three to five days.

If we break it down into each worker in the factory and convert it into the families of the workers, and extend the time line, the body simply cannot absorb that much.

Putting aside the dosage and talking about the effect, we can only say that Li Mao was thinking the wrong way at the moment.

Come to think of it, these days we can't even eat oil, so even if it's oil that has been fried repeatedly, it's better than having no oil at all.

Although he compromised on the surface, Li Mao still felt somewhat guilty in his heart.

Now that Liu Haizhong mentioned this again, Li Mao still felt a little uncomfortable.

Just as the two were talking like this, they suddenly heard Lou Xiao'e's voice coming from downstairs:

"Director! He Daqing was carrying a rolling pin and was going to the steel mill to beat up Sha Zhu, but he has already been pinned down by the security department!
The security department asked the factory how to deal with it!"

(End of this chapter)