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Chapter 64 Giving Gifts
  Sister Li is not here, so the gifts prepared in advance cannot be sent out.

Song Xiaoran flipped through it and gave Du Qingqing a bag of wafer biscuits, nougat and other imported snacks: "Qingqing, take these and share them with your colleagues. I made money this month, so you don't have to be polite to me."

These new colleagues are all young people, so it would be appropriate to give them some snacks.

Du Qingqing and Song Xiaoran became familiar with each other, and they were no longer as reserved as before, so they took it casually: "Haha, I heard what your brother said, now Xiaoran is a rich little woman. Then I will thank you for everyone."

Song Xiaoran smiled. In the past few weeks, the clothing stall had made about more than 3 yuan. According to the 37% share, 1 yuan was hers.

How can I say that I am also a householder worth 10,000 yuan!
  Song Xiaoran raised 1000 from Zhao Shaokang yesterday. Making money is fun, but the most fun thing is spending money.

Song Xiaoran carried other gifts up to the second floor, turned right and walked inside.

The further we walked, the less popular it became. After passing by the utility room of the logistics department, we came to an office.

There is a sign hanging on the mottled wooden door. Now the nails are loose. The sign is hanging on one leg and the other leg is dangling underneath. It says:

"Deputy Director's Office"

Song Xiaoran felt a little guilty. It seemed that Deputy Factory Director Qian was really squeezed out by his father.

dong dong dong.

"Please come in."

Squeak and squeak.

Song Xiaoran pushed open the wooden door.

It's a bit loud due to lack of oil.

Song Xiaoran smiled sweetly: "Grandpa Qian, I'm here to see you!"

Although Qian Zhongkai and his father are friends of the same generation, they have different opinions. He can't call grandma Qian grandma and call her brother uncle.

Unlike his father's office, which has an inside and outside room, Qian Zhongkai's office is just one room with a desk and two sofas.

At this moment, Qian Zhongkai was sitting at his desk holding a tea cup and reading a newspaper. Although he was a little surprised to see it was Song Xiaoran, he was still very happy.

"It's Xiaoran, come in and sit down."

"Hey!"

Song Xiaoran put the two bottles of Maotai and one cigarette that he had brought over on the table.

"Grandpa Qian, a small gift is not respectful."

Yesterday she asked Zhao Shaokang, and Zhao Shaokang went to find some connections and bought two bottles of Moutai for him to give to Qian Zhongkai.

Moutai can be said to be a lasting gift choice that spans time.

This bottle of Moutai costs 220 yuan. The monthly salary of an ordinary worker in a large factory should be less than this amount.

Two bottles cost 440 yuan, plus a car of cigarettes, for a total of 500 yuan. It is a gift that is not too expensive but not cheap at the same time.

Qian Zhongkai frowned when he saw the gift, and was unexpectedly unhappy, "Song Wenxuan asked you to send this?! Thank you for voting for him that day?! He is insulting me! Take it back and throw it at him On the face!”

Qian Zhongkai slammed the tea cup in his hand on the table. If he hadn't been concerned about Song Xiaoran's face, he would have dropped the gift on the ground.

"No, no, no." Song Xiaoran quickly explained, "My dad didn't let me give you a gift. He said it was natural for you to vote against it. He had no intention of thanking you at all."

In a hurry, Song Xiaoran told the truth, which was actually not very polite.

Then Qian Zhongkai was angry when he saw the gift, but when he heard the impolite words, he lost most of his anger:    "Oh? What did he say?"

[Grandpa Qian is really not a jerk! Grandpa Qian's character is a bit stubborn, so he needs to be smoothed over. 】

"My dad said that if you two have disputes and struggles, they are all internal struggles among the people. The two of you have the same purpose. They are both for the good of the factory, but there is a slight difference in the route. He absolutely believes that you will support him and will not let him The child you two raised together fell into the hands of a bad aunt who coveted him."

"...The last sentence is so messy, you made it up."

"Hey, that's what my dad meant."

Qian Zhongkai nodded with satisfaction, the anger just now had completely dissipated.

He definitely had some hatred for Song Wenxuan. He had a stubborn temper back then and started fighting among himself when differences could not be resolved.

He lost and was bumped into a casual position by Song Wenxuan, making him in charge of technology and logistics. The core departments were not allowed to touch him.

Over the years, he has not been transferred, but stayed here to drink tea, read newspapers, do theoretical research and write papers behind closed doors. First, he was a little angry and wanted to see how Song Wenxuan would end and what steps he could take.

What’s more, I can’t bear to leave. I have feelings for the place where I have worked hard for many years, and every plant, tree, building, and machine in this factory.

So many years have passed in a flash.

Seeing Song Wenxuan's miraculous development over the years, it has reached its current scale. Although it is completely different from the route he envisioned back then, it is undoubtedly very successful.

Therefore, Song Wenxuan hates and resents, and he admires him quite a lot.

And as I get older, my resentment becomes less and less, and my admiration becomes more and more.

Later, he would be happy to be a hands-off shopkeeper, and he might as well not care about anything. He would just dazzle Song Wenxuan in front of your eyes every day, telling you that I am watching you, so work hard and don't be lazy.

For a while, he even felt that he was the farmer and Song Wenxuan was a donkey in his family...

Of course Song Xiaoran didn't understand Qian Zhongkai's little thoughts with the spirit of Ah Q, so he could only point to the gift and said:
  "These are the things I bought to honor you after I earned the first month's money through hard work. I would be sad if you didn't accept them."

Qian Zhongkai looked at the things on the table and frowned:

"These cost five hundred yuan. Grandpa can't take them. You should take them back and return them. It's not easy for you, a little girl, to make some money!"

Song Xiaoran said sincerely: "Grandpa Qian, it's okay. This is just a small amount of money. I still have it."

Qian Zhongkai's eyebrows furrowed even more: "Nonsense, you can only make a little money a month by setting up a small stall. I'm afraid you've spent all your money on buying me gifts!"

Song Xiaoran clapped his fingers and said, "I probably made 1 yuan this month. Grandpa, you don't have to feel bad for me for this little gift."

Qian Zhongkai's eyebrows didn't wrinkle, but flew up: "...How much more?"

"1."

Qian Zhongkai swallowed. As a monthly salary plus bonus of 800 yuan, the year-end dividend was comparable to Song Wenxuan's absolute high-paying class. He was still a little shocked by this figure: "It must be very hard to set up a stall."

"……really."

Song Xiaoran thought about it for a moment, and the soreness and backache caused by lying at home every day should be regarded as some kind of hardship.

Qian Zhongkai thought for a while about Song Xiaoran, a little girl who slept in the open and worked hard day and night to earn 1 yuan a month, while he was sitting in the office without the wind or rain, drinking tea and reading the newspaper, and when he was happy, he would write a paper. You can earn 800 yuan per month!
  In this moment, my heart is still unbalanced!
  Although he is very good at self-comfort, the huge gap between 1 and 800 cannot be healed simply by self-comfort.

Qian Zhongkai quickly put away the Maotai and cigarettes and put them in a drawer, deciding to find a more practical way to comfort himself.

(End of this chapter)