industrial overlord

Chapter 86 Reporters

After the Spring Festival, everyone became tense again. Just like the whole country at that time, it was booming and busy, and everyone was running at high speed.

The busiest person in the whole family is naturally Lin Fanghua.She has entered the sprint stage before the college entrance examination. Although she has her brother behind her as support, she still studies very hard every day. She leaves early and returns late all day long. Her face, which has just been fattened by Lin Zhenhua, is showing signs of becoming sharp again.

Lin Zhenhua was busy managing the company's affairs.Chu Hongyang's business is doing well, and a large number of orders continue to come in.After Wei Jingwen developed the automatic target reporting system used by the Public Security Bureau, he developed several other types of automation equipment according to market needs. After being handed by Lin Zhenhua, all of them were sold at high prices. The salary and experimental funds given by Lin Zhenhua can be felt at ease.

Due to the busy business, the labor service company has to work overtime almost every day. Zhao Yongqun and Peng Shaozhe are in charge of production, and the other is in charge of technology and administration. Their senses are gradually improving, and they are no longer the same as they were a year ago.

In contrast, the one who is a little more leisurely is Yang Xin.She is now a master in the operation of CNC milling machines and can complete some work independently.Every day, apart from working in the workshop and going home to sleep at night, she almost stays at Lin Zhenhua's home, helping the Lin brothers and sisters with cooking, sweeping the floor, and washing clothes, just like a good wife.

Under Lin Zhenhua's guidance, Yang Xin has already started studying her high school homework.Lin Zhenhua tailored a perfect learning plan for her. He would explain one or two questions to her when he was free. When he was busy, Yang Xin would just stay in the room by himself, reading, doing questions, and memorizing vocabulary.The condition of the flat was much better than her small bungalow, and she had already acquiesced that this was her own home, so no matter how she stayed there, she felt happy.

"Tu Tut Tuk, Tuk Tuk Tuk..." A knock on the door startled Yang Xin who was lying on the table in the living room of the Lin family doing math problems. She stood up and walked over to open the door.

Standing at the door was a 21-year-old girl who looked well-educated. Yang Xin believed that he had never seen this person before.

"Excuse me, is Comrade Lin Zhenhua at home?" the girl asked.

"Oh, he's not here. May I ask if you have anything to do with him?" Yang Xin replied.

"Excuse me, who are you from him?"

"I'm his fiancée." Yang Xin replied in a demonstrative manner.In the factory, everyone knew her relationship with Lin Zhenhua, so she never needed to introduce herself.In another situation, she might be embarrassed to call herself Lin Zhenhua's fiancée, but now, she felt that she had to introduce it this way, because in front of her was a young girl of unknown origin, and she was looking for Lin Zhenhua by name.

"Oh, my name is Song Ying, and I'm a reporter from Jiangnan Daily. This is my press card." The girl took out a card from a small satchel on her back and shook it at Yang Xin.

"Reporter?" Yang Xin was relieved, it seemed that this was not a potential rival in love, "Do you have business with Lin Zhenhua?"

"Can we go in and talk?" Song Ying suggested calmly.

"Oh, please come in." Yang Xin hurriedly opened the door and invited Song Ying to come in.She moved a stool for Song Ying, asked her to sit down, and poured her a glass of water. Everything was done impeccably.

Song Ying sat on the stool for a few seconds symbolically, then stood up and started walking around the room, looking here and there.After obtaining Yang Xin's consent, she went into Lin Zhenhua's and Lin Fanghua's rooms respectively, looked through the furnishings in the room, and even went to the kitchen to ask Yang Xin how to use the rice cooker.

"Reporter Song, do you have anything to do with Lin Zhenhua?" Yang Xin finally couldn't bear it and asked again.

Song Ying still didn't answer her, but instead asked, "When do you and Lin Zhenhua plan to get married?"

This question was asked very abruptly, rather aggressively.However, Yang Xin was a small worker, and he was naturally in awe of reporters, so he didn't dare to ignore them, so he could only answer honestly: "We are still early, and it may take four or five years before we can get things done."

"Oh..." Song Ying dragged her voice, "So, in the next few years, only Lin Zhenhua will live in this house?"

"He also has a sister."

"I know, isn't his sister going to take the university entrance exam soon? Can she pass the entrance examination?"

"Of course I can pass the exam. Her grades are No. 1 in the county." Yang Xin said.

"No.1 in the whole county?" Song Ying looked a little surprised, but immediately resumed her previous attitude and said, "So, his sister will definitely be able to enter the university. Once she leaves, the house will be just a piece of cake." Is Lin Zhenhua left alone?"

"Reporter Song, what do you mean?" Yang Xin confused Song Ying a bit.

"When will Lin Zhenhua come back?" Song Ying still didn't answer Yang Xin's question. Perhaps, in her opinion, only she had the right to ask other people's questions, and others were not qualified to ask her questions.

"He doesn't come back at a certain time. Sometimes he comes back late because he's busy in the workshop." Yang Xin replied aggrievedly. She already knew that her status was too low, and Reporter Song didn't bother to answer her questions.

The two waited for a while, when footsteps were heard on the stairs.Yang Xin hurriedly ran to open the door, and at the same time turned her head and said to Song Ying, "He's back."

While talking, Lin Zhenhua had already come in, and he said to Yang Xin as soon as he entered, "Yang Xin, do you have food, I'm starving to death."

"You didn't eat?"

"Didn't eat, I was delayed discussing a technical issue with Yongqun and the others."

"I'll make it for you." Yang Xin said. While walking towards the kitchen, she pointed to Song Ying and said to Lin Zhenhua, "Xiaohua, that is Song reporter from the newspaper. She has something to ask for you."

Only then did Lin Zhenhua realize that there was another person in the room, and he quickly said apologetically, "Oh, I'm sorry, Reporter Song, right? I didn't see you just now."

"It's okay." Song Ying replied reservedly.

"Which unit are you a reporter?"

"Jiangnan Daily, an intern reporter from the Ministry of Industry, Communications, Finance and Trade, Song Ying."

"Oh, Reporter Song, you look very young." Lin Zhenhua couldn't figure out why a reporter would come to his home for a while, so he could only put on a suit and wait for the other party to explain why he came.

Song Ying directly filtered out Lin Zhenhua's homely words as she did with Yang Xin.She took out her notebook, made a record, and said at the same time: "Comrade Lin Zhenhua, our newspaper office has received a letter from the masses, reporting that your Hanhua Machinery Factory has unfairness in the distribution of housing for employees. The newspaper office specially sent me to find out about it. Excuse me, may I interview you?"

Lin Zhenhua was annoyed by Song Ying's airs. He was different from Yang Xin. In his eyes, reporters were nothing special at all.Hearing Song Ying's question, he understood what was going on, so he replied flatly: "Reporter Song, I think you went to the wrong door? I'm not the factory leader in charge of housing allocation, come to me Asking this question, did you find the wrong person?"

"It's not wrong at all." Song Ying said, "The report letter we received specifically pointed out your name and mentioned your use of power for personal gain and occupation of employees' housing. I have already learned about this issue from your factory leaders this afternoon. , confirming that there are only two people in your family, and your younger sister is about to go to university, that is to say, you have to live in a flat with two bedrooms and one living room, do you think this is reasonable?"

Lin Zhenhua didn't take Song Ying's question to heart at all. He chuckled and asked, "Reporter Song, since you have interviewed the factory leaders, didn't they tell you why they gave me this house?"

"Of course, they said that you have made outstanding contributions to the factory. I don't know how much your contribution can be, but I don't understand one thing. Is a person who has made some contributions to the country qualified to ask the country for a big house? ?”

"You mean, no matter how much one contributes, one cannot live in a big house?"

"Yes, that's it."

Lin Zhenhua smiled and said, "Reporter Song, have you ever been to Beijing?"

Song Ying was taken aback, and subconsciously replied, "I haven't been there."

"Oh, I haven't been there either." Lin Zhenhua said, "However, I heard that Chairman Mao used to live in Zhongnanhai. The area is several hundred square meters. Could you ask him why he lived in Zhongnanhai? How can you live in such a big house after making some contributions to the country?"

"You..." Song Ying became dumb all of a sudden. Back then, no one dared to use great leaders as an example. But history seems to have gone through the era of being convicted for words. She couldn't say that Lin Zhenhua The remarks belonged to the category of "vicious attack".She can't refute the example Lin Zhenhua gave, can't she? The moral starting point she chose at the beginning is too high, so that the leader is included in it.

"Reporter Song, you should know that our country is a socialist country and has not yet reached the stage of communism. The distribution principle of socialism is that more work gets more, less work gets less, and those who don't work don't get food. I have contributed a lot, You are eligible for a big house. If others contribute little, you can only live in a small house. If a person has no contribution to society at all, he should not live in a house, do you think it is right?"

"This……"

"Since the Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee, our country has abandoned the traditional management method of big pot rice, and first implemented the joint production contract responsibility system in the countryside, allowing some people to get rich first. A farmer, if he works hard, can become a farmer. Do you think it’s wrong for a household with ten thousand yuan to build a big tile-roofed house? Do you think the party’s policy of letting some people get rich first is wrong?”

"When did I say that?" Song Ying almost cried.As a journalist, she is of course well versed in the country's policies, and she cannot deny the principles Lin Zhenhua said.But why are these principles so incompatible with the moral concepts she believes in?

Little girl, bicker with me!Lin Zhenhua muttered disdainfully in his heart.In later generations, after 30 years of reform and opening up, all kinds of views have been tempered thousands of times. The straight-line thinking back then can only be reprimanded in two words: childish.Lin Zhenhua's casual refutation of a few major principles is enough to throw this self-righteous little reporter into confusion.

"However, Comrade Lin Zhenhua, I just checked carefully at your home. You have all kinds of high-end electrical appliances in your home. The high-end rice cooker in your kitchen alone may not be affordable by your salary. Can you explain it? Is the source of these properties?" Song Ying grabbed a life-saving straw in desperation.

Lin Zhenhua said: "Reporter Song, didn't you come to investigate the housing problem? Why did you change it to my property? How do I earn money? Does it have anything to do with you? If you envy my rice cooker, you can go back and write a newsletter. Publish it in your newspaper and say that a certain person in a certain factory actually has a rice cooker in his family, which is richer than that of your reporter, who is known as the uncrowned king, and then let everyone criticize me."

"Who is jealous, you must have evidence for what you say!"

"Hehe, Reporter Song, you are also worthy of the word evidence. When you came to my house to criticize me, did you talk about the evidence?"

"You, you, you... You bully!" Song Ying finally broke down. She stamped her foot, opened the door and ran out. There was a faint sob in the corridor.

(End of this chapter)