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Chapter 19 Going Home
  [Should I remind my father? I guess my father was so angry that he didn't think of it for a moment. This old man has never seen anything like this! Don't talk too much about my identity. 】

[By the way, I can go back and ask my biological father first. He used to be a grade 8 lathe in the factory, and he no longer knows anything about manufacturing. There was also the matter of him being forced to resign two years ago. I knew it was his former apprentice. I must find an opportunity to vindicate my father in this matter. 】

Song Xiaoran's thoughts were swirling, while Song Wenxuan listened silently, his expression unmoved, but inside he was shocked that his daughter could sort out her thoughts after only listening to a few sentences.

I really need to get to know my daughter again!
  Song Xiaoran chatted with Song Wenxuan for a while and explained his purpose: "Dad, I'm here to talk about my resignation."

Song Wenxuan said: "Oh, about this, the job of the Propaganda Department is really not suitable for you."

Song Xiaoran nodded: "That's right."

Just listen to Song Wenxuan say again: "Dad found that you are a management talent. Let's do this, you will be transferred to the management office and stay with dad."

"Don't, don't!" Song Xiaoran was anxious, "How did you see that I am a talent manager? Why didn't I notice? Dad, I just want to set up a stall and sell clothes."

Song Wenxuan shook his head to express his disagreement: "Then you are too humble."

Song Xiaoran was also surprised. Yesterday, his father agreed, but today he changed his mind: "Dad, I was already waiting to die in the Publicity Department, and I was not scolded to death when I was transferred to the management office."

Song Wenxuan said solemnly: "If Dad thinks you can do it, then you can do it. Xiao Ran, Dad never told you before that now is a critical time for the factory's restructuring. When a group company is established in the future, Dad will be very short of trustworthy and capable people. You The eldest brother is not this material, and your second brother is far away overseas..."

"Then there's no need for me."

Song Xiaoran suddenly thought of someone.

[Secretary Zhang is definitely a good choice. He has been with Lao Song for so long and has learned a lot. He is loyal and capable, and has always had a good reputation in the factory. But do you want to recommend it? Forget it, I'm a kid, so I'd better not get too involved in my father's organizational and administrative work. 】

"Zhang Yi?"

Song Wenxuan thought about it and it was true, but he was used to having him around him, and Zhang Yi never talked much, so he really didn't think about him.

Seeing that his father was a little distracted, Song Xiaoran continued: "Dad, I think what I need now is to go out and exercise and stay with you. Everyone treats me as a rich lady, so why should I exercise? Just approve my resignation. !”

Song Wenxuan hesitated and finally said: "Okay."

Song Xiaoran ran away quickly: "Okay, I'll go down and tell Sister Li that you agree. You're busy, I'm leaving."

"Why are you walking so fast? Let's stay for lunch."

"No, no, I still have something to do."

Song Wenxuan looked unhappy, "Let's go home and have a meal together that Sunday."

Song Xiaoran didn't look back: "Okay, okay."

Song Wenxuan was very angry and funny when he saw his daughter running faster than a rabbit. He thought for a moment and felt that his daughter's idea just now was indeed a good one.

He went directly to the outhouse, found Secretary Zhang, and said:

"Xiaoyi, please do two things."

"Director, please tell me."

"The first thing is to help me investigate the causes and consequences of Song Kun's resignation in the third workshop and see if there is anything suspicious in it."

"Okay. I'll go investigate right away and I'll report back to you before I get off work."

"The second thing is, sort out the unfinished work on hand and prepare for handover."

Zhang Yi was shocked: "Director!"

"Don't worry!" Song Wenxuan patted Zhang Yi's shoulder and said warmly, "It's time to put some more weight on your shoulders."
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  By the time Song Xiaoran returned home, it was already close to noon.

I went to bed and lay down for a while. Before I had enough rest, my stomach refused to agree.

Also, when Wang Yumeng made trouble in the morning, I didn’t even drink the porridge, so I just ate a hard-boiled egg.

I had ridden back and forth this morning, and my delicate body felt even more hungry.

She talked a lot with her parents last night, but they didn't seem to talk about how to eat at noon? Dad must have been at the stall at noon, so he probably brought food with him.

Mom doesn't know whether to come back to cook or eat in the cafeteria, and she didn't decide yesterday.

My brother doesn’t even know where he is now.

At this moment, Song Xiaoran misses the era of mobile phones and takeaway food very much.

Thinking of mobile phones, there should be mobile phones now, such as brick phones, but they should have just appeared in the south. It seems that there are more than 10,000 or more than 20,000 people. Even the old Song Dynasty did not have one.

A pager seems to cost more than 2000, but Lao Song had one, but he didn't use it often.

"This is a big trend in the future! Pagers, PHS, smartphones... these are also industries that will make a lot of money in the future!"

Song Xiaoran just thought about it. For her now, it was more practical to think about setting up a stall to sell clothes at night.

Song Xiaoran searched for a long time and found eggs and noodles in the cabinet.

She decided not to wait any longer and to make enough food and clothing by herself.

Song Xiaoran carried a pot and egg noodles to the public kitchen outside. There were four stoves here. It was probably not time for dinner after get off work. Besides her, there was an old lady looking at the pot.

Next to him squatted a 5 or 6-year-old boy playing with marbles on the ground.

"Hello, grandma, see you again."

Song Xiaoran greeted politely.

This old lady was the one who spoke to me this morning and later reminded me not to talk to the Sun family. She had a kind face and kind eyes, and she seemed to be a warm-hearted person at first glance.

The old lady glanced at Song Xiaoran, forced a smile and nodded, looking a little embarrassed.

Song Xiaoran didn't care. He knew that he had a bad reputation in the past, so there must be something wrong with his neighbors being so enthusiastic towards him from the beginning.

Horsepower can be seen from a distance, and people's hearts can be seen from time to time!

"Where's grandma's stew? It's so delicious!"

"Yeah, how about you have a bowl when the stew is done?"

Song Xiaoran smiled and shook his head: "No, no, no, I'll just make a bowl of noodles."

Alas, this fragrance almost makes me want to cry!
  But the old lady was obviously just saying a polite word, and at this time, she was too weak on the snake-killing stick.

Song Xiaoran took half the pot of water, put it on the gas stove, and opened the gas tank valve.

I asked my mother yesterday. The public kitchen uses gas tanks, and residents on each floor share the cost.

Song Xiaoran stood there boredly waiting for the water to boil. He looked at the old lady who was concentrating on playing with her pot of meat. It seemed that she didn't want to talk to her. She turned to look at the squatting little boy:

"Little brother, what are you playing at?"

The little boy raised the marble in his hand and said in a sweet voice: "Yoo-yo egg."

Song Xiaoran saw a few colorful glass balls on the ground and thought about how many years it had been since he had seen such things. He suddenly became interested: "Sister, can we play with you?"

"do not want!"

"...Take me to play with you. I'm amazing."

"No."

"...Look at the small pit in front of you. I can flick glass beads into it just by standing here."

"Then, here you go."

(End of this chapter)