The counterattack begins with Fan Shengmei in Ode to Joy

Chapter 307 We Are Like This

It was not a whim that Sun Chanchao said that he wanted to go to sea.

Both he and Xiao Guoqing were workers at the Hongxing Lumber Factory. In the past two years, the operation of the timber factory was not satisfactory, and they could not pay wages for several months.

The choice of most workers is hard resistance, because everyone has no other way out.Unlike later generations, as long as you don't dislike it, you can find jobs everywhere.

He and Xiao Guoqing and Zhou Bingkun grew up together. Zhou Bingkun is now an employee of the publishing house, and has a staff, and now he even has to go to sea.Xiao Guoqing also resigned from the timber factory because of his wife Wu Qian's instigation, and started a stall business.

When Zhuang Ziqiang first opened his business, Zhou Bingkun asked the big guys to help recruit people.

Sun Chanchao did not choose to go to the sea like Xiao Guoqing and his wife did. He is honest and responsible, and his ideas are relatively outdated. After all, being a worker is a job for the country. If he goes to sea, he will work for others in the future. If you go down, the family will have to drink the northwest wind.

But a living example is right in front of his eyes. Zheng Juan can now earn 500 yuan a month by setting up a stall. Although the share of Xiao Guoqing and his wife is [-]% less than that of Zheng Juan, it is not a problem for the couple to earn [-] to [-] yuan a month. .

If someone works for one month, he will work for two years. It would be a lie to say that he is not tempted.

Especially against the background of today's half-dead timber factory, the temptation to go into business is even greater for Sun Chaochao.

"Have you thought about it? What if you don't make money?"

"Are you making money now? The timber factory hasn't paid wages for almost half a year." Sun Chanchao said with resentment.

The whole family fell silent.

Yes, how bad could it be?
"Brother, I support you!" Sun Xiaoning was the first to say.

With the first one, the Sun family quickly reached an agreement.

"Then what are you going to do? Also set up a Mala Tang stall?" Yu Hong asked.

Sun Chanchao shook his head, "Boss Zhuang doesn't recruit people anymore. If I do it, doesn't it mean I'm prying someone else?"

At the end of the family's talk, Sun Chanchao didn't think about what he was going to do. He just had such an idea now, and there was no plan for the specific implementation.

Sun Xiaoning silently wrote it down.

Two days later, when Sun Xiaoning was working in the bookstore, Zhuang Ziqiang walked in.

Seeing him, Sun Xiaoning suddenly burst into laughter.

It seems that the charm of Xiaoshi is still great.

"In Front of the Gate" is a poem written by Gu Cheng, a poet in the real world, in 1982. After being tested in the real world, the quality of this poem is needless to say.

Zhuang Ziqiang only intercepted the first half of the poem and wrote it out, mainly considering that the atmosphere of this half of the poem is very suitable for the confession between men and women.

"You're here!"

Sun Xiaoning's voice was bright and clear, and there was a smile in his eyes.

Zhuang Ziqiang's mood also brightened, "I'm done working these two days, come and see you."

A trace of sweetness flashed in Sun Xiaoning's eyes upon hearing this.

"Book, have you read it?"

After Zhuang Ziqiang asked, her face immediately became a little shy, and she nodded slightly.

"Like it?"

Both of them understood the meaning of each other's words.

Sun Xiaoning blushed and nodded silently.

"nice! You love it!"

The feelings that have been concealed these days, under the catalysis of half a small poem, gradually tore off the wrapped shell, revealing the softest and most beautiful inner part.

Zhuang Ziqiang said, "Let's go to the movies together tonight."

Sun Xiaoning didn't hesitate, "Okay."

After get off work, Zhuang Ziqiang came to pick up Sun Xiaoning on his bicycle. Under Liu Mei's teasing eyes, Sun Xiaoning got on the back seat of Zhuang Ziqiang's bicycle.

September is the end of midsummer, and the setting sun hangs in the west, dragging bicycles and people's shadows.

Sun Xiaoning gently pinched the corner of Zhuang Ziqiang's clothes, looking cautious.

"Hurry up, don't fall off." Zhuang Ziqiang warned.

She hummed softly, and the corner of her hand got bigger, and she was so nervous that her palms were sweating.

The bicycle walked briskly on the street, and the breeze brushed her face, and she remembered the little poem Zhuang Ziqiang gave her.

The grass is bearing its seeds

The wind is shaking its leaves

we stand and don't speak
it's very beautiful

At this moment, Sun Xiaoning was also thinking in his heart.

That's how we are, and it's beautiful.

After riding the bicycle for a few minutes, it stopped at the gate of Jishan Hall.

"What are you doing here?"

"Of course it's time to eat. You can't go to the movies hungry, right?"

Zhuang Ziqiang pulled him into the Jishantang, Sun Xiaoning watched him hold her hand, blushing and secretly happy.

Zhou Bingkun has now been suspended, and has been busy in other places with the tasks assigned to him by Zhuang Ziqiang.

Without this member of staff, Editor-in-Chief Shao can only go into battle himself.

Seeing Zhuang Ziqiang coming in, he had a warm smile on his face, but when he saw Sun Xiaoning behind Zhuang Ziqiang, his face froze.

Immediately, he enthusiastically led the two of them to the dining table, and then called the waiter to order for them.

"Ziqiang, Xiaoning, eat slowly, I have to be busy."

"Teacher Shao, don't worry about us."

After Shao Jingwen turned and left, Sun Xiaoning breathed a sigh of relief.

"You acted just now, like a middle school student who was caught by a teacher for a puppy love." Zhuang Ziqiang said with a teasing smile.

Sun Xiaoning didn't want to admit it, but she was a little scared.

After all, Shao Jingwen is the person in charge of the Expo Bookstore, her immediate leader.

"No, I just... I just..."

"You just what?"

Sun Xiaoning's innocent expression made Zhuang Ziqiang want to play tricks on her.

"Hmph! Nothing."

When the two were flirting, the waiter started to serve the food, and Li Shuanghua, who had a big mouth, did not forget to have a chat after serving the food.

"Mr. Zhuang, are you bringing your girlfriend over for dinner?"

The word "girlfriend" made Sun Xiaoning's cheeks burn like fire, and he didn't dare to lift his head.

Zhuang Ziqiang said with a cheeky smile, "Yes, come over to have some dinner and go to the movies tonight."

"Oh! That's great! Look at how young your girlfriend is..."

After the woman said a few words, Zhuang Ziqiang hurriedly said, "Go and do your work, I'll call you if I have something to do."

After dismissing Li Shuanghua, the two began to eat.

At the end of the meal, Sun Xiaoning was so full that she hiccupped. Looking at the half of the dishes left on the table, she said distressedly: "I ordered too much."

In future generations, no one will care about how many things are left on the table when they go out to eat.

"It's okay, we'll pack it up and take it away."

Neither of them thought it was a shame.

Zhuang Ziqiang was afraid that Sun Xiaoning would be embarrassed to take it, so he divided the food into two portions, one for each of them.

"Frugality is a virtue, waste is a shame. Give, take."

Sun Xiaoning took it naturally.

Then he rode on the bicycle, and Sun Xiaoning sat on his back seat again, and the two went to the cinema to watch a movie.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, Zhuang Ziqiang drove Sun Xiaoning back to the optical film.

(End of this chapter)