The Barefoot Doctor of the Siheyuan

Thinking of Lou Xiao'e, Xu Damao's heart burst into flames.

This fiancée has a good figure and looks, is well-bred, has money in the family, and the father-in-law has power.

The only two options for deduction.

One is origin, Lou Xiaoe is a big capitalist.

This Xu Damao has already thought about it.

If the situation is serious, he will kick the daughter-in-law with one kick.

Anyway, the money has arrived, and people have had enough.

Not kicking and waiting to be dragged down?

The second point deduction is that the wife is reserved.

Since the two got engaged, Xu Damao took the mountain goods from his fellow villagers and sent them to Lou's house every now and then.

Of course, the Lou family is not short of this mountain goods.

Xu Damao also knew that the Lou family was not lacking.

He just wanted to take the opportunity to have more contact with Lou Xiaoe.

Then, relying on his mouth that tricked the girl to death, he ate the fat around his mouth first.

In this way, he can be considered at ease.

As a result, every time Lou Xiaoe sees him, he just walks away without saying a word.

This left Xu Damao helpless.

Beside, silly Zhu heard Xu Da Mao's plan, his eyes lit up.

"Li Donglai is Qin Huairu's cousin, and that is my silly Zhu's cousin. If he becomes a leader in the future, I can also take advantage of him."

"Also, sister Xiao Qin will be very happy to hear this news. I might get a little benefit by then."

The two of them were scheming, leaning against the window 'giggling' and laughing.

Inside the corridor.

Section Chief Zhou Dao looked through the glass on the door and watched the two of them leaning shoulder to shoulder, wantonly happy.

His face suddenly darkened.

He turned his head to look at Yi Zhonghai and Father Xu who were standing aside, the corners of his mouth twitched: "That's what you said, the two are born to be enemies? It's impossible to fuck?"

Yi Zhonghai: . . . . .

Father Xu: . . . .

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Director Yang attached great importance to the conference and notified several factory leaders to participate.

And hand over this meeting to Secretary Zhou for full authority.

Secretary Zhou is very experienced in holding meetings.

Lead a group of publicity officers and quickly clear the conference room.

Enamel urns and thermos were placed on the podium, and banners glued together with red paper were hung on the walls.

It reads "Congratulations to Comrade Li Donglai, our doctor, for breaking through world-class medical problems" in five big characters.

Seeing that everything was arranged in an orderly manner, Secretary Zhou remembered one thing.

Li Donglai seemed to be wearing a white starched blue shirt today, and the underside of the shirt was fluffed.

Dressing like this is really detrimental to the image of the workers.

Secretary Zhou hurried to the rolling mill hospital and found Li Donglai.

Waiting for the patient to leave with the prescription, he approached to explain.

Secretary Zhou: "Dr. Li, when you attend the meeting tomorrow, for the image of the workers in our rolling mill, you need to change your clothes."

Li Donglai: "Okay."

Secretary Zhou: "Is that one new?"

Li Donglai: "New!"

Secretary-General Zhou sighed: "It's good to be new, otherwise, I'll go to the logistics office to apply for some cloth tickets for you."

Li Donglai: "..."

At noon, the internal medicine clinic is about to get off work.

Li Donglai raised his hands high and stood up with a wooden character, very embarrassed.

Ren Ding Qiunan's little hand acted recklessly on him.

"Brother Donglai, don't move, I can't measure the size."

"I'm itchy..."

"..."

In the end, Ding Qiunan gave up the idea of ​​measuring clothes by hand.

She puffed out her cheeks and said reluctantly, "I really can't help you. We can only go to the tailor shop together and let the boss comrade measure it for you."

Ding Qiunan thought of Chen Xueru, who was arrogant and showed the air of a mature woman.

Just feel uncomfortable.

The sixth sense from the woman told her that the boss comrade looked at Li Donglai in the wrong way.

. . .

Women are naturally jealous creatures.

Li Donglai could only pretend that he didn't care: "Forget it, don't make clothes anymore, keep these cloth tickets, and when you get married, I will make you a big red cotton-padded jacket."

"How can we do it? The meeting is something to celebrate. With so many leaders, it's inappropriate to wear old clothes."

As soon as he heard that Li Donglai was going to give up his pick, Ding Qiunan couldn't care less, and dragged him out of the rolling mill.

The two rode their bicycles and went straight to Xueru's tailor shop.

. . .

noon.

There were few pedestrians on the street, and the mottled tree shadows swayed in the wind.

Public-private joint stores that abide by the 885 work system are not open.

Xueru's tailor shop was also closed.

Li Donglai took Ding Qiunan and strode to the door.

"Clap!"

"..."

"Snapped!"

"..."

"Clap clap clap-"

"Who...who?!" Chen Xueru's roar came from the store.

Li Donglai: "Old acquaintance."

Chen Xueru: "...the door hasn't opened yet."

Li Donglai: "That's why I knocked."

Chen Xueru: "No, I mean that the door is not open now. According to the regulations, it will wait until two o'clock."

Li Donglai: "Then I'll knock for a while."

"Clap clap clap clap..."

Beside him, Ding Qiunan was relieved.

Keeping the rhythm of "applause", Li Donglai knocked for less than 5 minutes before the wooden door of the tailor shop was pulled open.

Inside the door, Chen Xueru was sleepy, her fists clenched tightly, and she gritted her teeth: "Do you want that kind of hat?"

Li Donglai shook his head: "This time it's a shirt."

. . .

Chapter 88 The General Assembly

The next day.

The entrance to the dilapidated venue of the rolling mill is very lively.

These days, people have inexplicable enthusiasm for conferences.

. . .

Dong Dong Dong, the propaganda officer beat the drum.

Qiang Qiang Qiang, the propaganda aunt beating the gong.

Clap clap clap, the workers applauded.

. . .

The venue was limited, and workers crowded into the venue.

The dilapidated wooden door squeaked and swayed back and forth.

Complaints erupted from the crowd.

"Don't squeeze, your pants are about to be squeezed out."

"What's the matter with the pants falling, my steamed buns are about to collapse."