Chapter 298 Time
After staying at Principal Zhou's house for two hours, Song Yuanchao stood up to say goodbye. Principal Zhou originally wanted to keep Song Yuanchao for dinner, but Song Yuanchao refused. In addition, Principal Zhou also asked a lot about Song Yuanchao's current situation. Song Yuanchao picked out some good and interesting things to tell Principal Zhou, but as for those troublesome things, especially the matter of Tengfei Factory, Song Yuanchao did not mention a word.
Song Yuanchao didn't want to make this elder worry. Since Principal Zhou had already retired, wouldn't it be better to let him spend his later years happily and peacefully?
However, Song Yuanchao was curious about what Principal Zhou was writing now and asked. Principal Zhou smiled and told Song Yuanchao that he was just writing casually, writing about some past events from his youth when he was studying to his job at No. 2 Middle School after graduation. It was a memoir and a novel, which he used to entertain himself and also to leave something for his life experience.
In response, Song Yuanchao asked if he could take a look at it. Principal Zhou did not refuse, but he said that he had just started writing and had only written a beginning. He would let Song Yuanchao take a look after he had finished writing it.
After leaving Principal Zhou's house, Song Yuanchao went to Master Ma's house. Master Ma has retired to the second line. Although he has not officially retired yet, he doesn't have much time left.
After sitting at Master Ma's house for a while, the two chatted about the school-run factory. Just like at Principal Zhou's, Song Yuanchao did not tell Master Ma about the troubles at Tengfei Factory to avoid him worrying.
After leaving Master Ma's house, Song Yuanchao's ears were still echoing with Master Ma's hearty laughter and his joy at the current development of the school-run factory and Tengfei Factory.
Thinking of this, Song Yuanchao couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He didn't know what Master Ma's reaction would be if Tengfei Factory changed its people and was transformed from a collective enterprise to a state-owned enterprise.
Shaking his head, Song Yuanchao put the idea behind him. He didn't have any good solution for this matter. And just like what Song Yuanchao had advised Li Daqi, the arm could not twist the thigh. Although it was a pity to hand over the Tengfei Factory, it was impossible not to hand it over under the current circumstances. If Li Daqi insisted and refused to give in, no one could predict what would happen next.
Looking back in the direction of Master Ma's house, Song Yuanchao could only comfort himself that he would talk about it later, and things would work out when the time comes. Besides, the transformation of Tengfei Factory from a collective to a state-owned enterprise is not a bad thing for the employees in the factory, including those in the school-run factory. At least from the current perspective, state-owned enterprises are equivalent to iron rice bowls, and ordinary employees may be more than happy about it.
After wandering around outside for a day, I returned to the alley around four in the afternoon.
As soon as I entered the alley, I saw Zhang Hao playing a war game with a group of friends. However, the strange thing was that this kid didn't have the toy gun that I gave him on his waist, but a wooden dagger. He didn't look as heroic as before, but looked like a thief and a slacker.
After walking closer and listening carefully, Song Yuanchao came to his senses and burst out laughing. After all this time, Zhang Hao was imitating the chief in Garrison's Gorillas. He kept talking in the tone of the TV series, and he actually used the wooden dagger very well.
When Song Yuanchao arrived, this brat was using a dagger as a flying knife to throw at a friend who was running towards him, but who would have thought that this friend was so agile and dodged quickly, and the flying knife actually came directly towards Song Yuanchao.
Song Yuanchao quickly reached out and grabbed the wooden dagger in his hand, staring at Zhang Hao and shouting, "You little bastard! What if you throw things around and stab someone?"
"Brother!" Seeing Song Yuanchao, Zhang Hao was not afraid but ran over with a smile: "This is made of wood, it can't hurt anyone. Brother, brother, give me the knife back quickly, we still need to continue the surprise attack on the radar station."
"You're just a surprise attack. If you break someone's window, your parents will have to pay for it! Don't play here anymore. Find a place where there's no one." Song Yuanchao threw the wooden dagger back to Zhang Hao and warned him at the same time.
Zhang Hao smiled and nodded, and said hello to his friends, and the little guys ran to the back of the alley. Who would have thought that Zhang Hao ran a few steps and turned back to shout to Song Yuanchao: "Brother, don't worry, I won't make the same mistake as you and break someone's glass..."
"You little bastard! Stop right there! Are you so brave? I'll treat you to barbecued bamboo shoots today!" Song Yuanchao pretended to run a few steps towards Zhang Hao and rolled up his sleeves as if he was going to teach him a lesson. Zhang Hao was so scared that he quickly ran away as if he was on a hot wheel.
"Brat!" Song Yuanchao cursed with a smile. He actually dared to use himself as a negative example. This little guy is getting bolder and bolder.
But then again, we have to blame Zhang Jianguo. If Zhang Jianguo hadn't used his own childhood embarrassment to teach his son a lesson, how would this brat remember this?
Of course, Song Yuanchao would not really chase after him to make a bamboo shoot barbecue for Xiao Haozi, but after a while of laughter and joking, Song Yuanchao felt much better.
Walking towards home, when he was almost at the door, he passed by Zhang's mother's house. Just as he heard someone talking inside, Song Yuanchao stopped and pushed the door open.
"Mother!"
"Yuanchao is back. It's very hot outside. You're almost tanned. Come back quickly. Mother has cooked mung bean soup. Have a bowl when you go back." Seeing Song Yuanchao, Zhang's mother smiled so much that she couldn't stop. She stood up and brought Song Yuanchao a bowl of mung bean soup.
The mung bean soup was cooked very soft, and some ice cubes were added to it, which was very refreshing. After taking a few sips and watching Xiao Pingping happily sitting aside and fiddling with a small schoolbag, Song Yuanchao suddenly remembered that Xiao Pingping would go to school in September.
Time flies so fast. When Song Yuanchao just came back, little Pingping was still in kindergarten, but in the blink of an eye, she has become a primary school student.
"Brother, is my schoolbag beautiful? Mom bought it for me." Xiao Pingping showed off her schoolbag to Song Yuanchao, and her crisp voice rang in his ears.
This is a very beautiful little schoolbag, and it is printed with a little rabbit holding a big mushroom umbrella, which makes it look particularly cute.
Little Pingping is no longer the same as she was when she was first seen as a little bean sprout. In recent years, as the family conditions have gradually improved, the child's nutrition has also improved. Now little Pingping is a very cute little girl with baby fat on her face. She has two pigtails on her head with two red plastic balls on them. Her head shakes as she speaks, and the pigtails sway playfully as she moves.
"Beautiful, so beautiful! Our little Pingping will soon be an elementary school student and will go to school." Song Yuanchao said with a smile, touching her little head.
"Well, I will be an adult soon. I must study hard when I go to school. My mom told me not to learn from my brother. He is a naughty boy and is criticized by the teacher every day. I must be a good child and get 100 points in every exam!"
Little Pingping spoke with pride, chest puffed out, looking like a little adult, and couldn't help laughing at Song Yuanchao.
"Okay, okay, our little Pingping is the best and best child. She got 100 points in every subject! She got a certificate of honor and a red flag. Your brother will be so jealous."
"Brother, isn't there no little red flag in school? Only kindergartens have little red flags. I'm going to school, not back to kindergarten." Xiao Pingping stared at Song Yuanchao with her big eyes and asked. Song Yuanchao was stunned and laughed, nodding repeatedly and saying that brother had remembered it wrong. There was no little red flag in school, but the certificate was still there. Brother would wait for Xiao Pingping to come back with the certificate and would give her a big reward.
Looking at Song Yuanchao and Xiao Pingping chatting with each other, Zhang's mother was smiling beside them.
After they chatted for a while, little Pingping took her new books and ran to the inner room to put them away. At this time, Zhang Ajia's mother couldn't help asking Song Yuanchao when he would have the wedding. He liked children so much, so he should get married as soon as possible and have a few children of his own.
"Mother, this matter has been decided. It will be held on New Year's Day, but I may not be able to come back by then. Yan Zi and I will take the time to come back next year and set up a few tables in Shanghai."
"Okay, okay, it doesn't matter where you do it. We can do it in Yanjing. Yanzi's family is in Yanjing, and her parents are there too. It will be more convenient in Yanjing than going back to Shanghai." Zhang's mother was very happy to hear this. She held Song Yuanchao's hand and tears fell as she spoke.
The child has grown up and is about to get married. He will have his own family and offspring in the future. Zhang's mother watched Song Yuanchao being born and growing up. In her heart, Song Yuanchao is no different from her own grandson.
"Have you told your parents about this?" asked Zhang's mother.
"I told them the day before yesterday. I think they are as happy as you are."
"Yes, yes, for sure!" Zhang's mother nodded repeatedly and wiped away the tears from her eyes. "This is a good thing. It doesn't matter if you can't come back in time. But remember to send the wedding candy back. Mother is waiting to eat your wedding candy."
"Don't worry, I will." Song Yuanchao nodded seriously. At this time, there was a sound of a door being pushed open. He turned around and saw that it was Zhang Jianguo who came back.
"uncle!"
"Yuanchao, are you at my house? No wonder your door was closed when I went to look for you earlier." Zhang Jianguo saw Song Yuanchao was stunned and said this with a smile.
"You came to see me? Is there something?" Song Yuanchao stood up and asked.
Zhang Jianguo nodded, thought for a moment and said, "I have something to tell you. How about we go to your house to talk?"
"Okay!" Song Yuanchao agreed immediately, and then told Zhang's mother that he and Zhang Jianguo would go back to his own home to talk about something. Zhang's mother smiled and nodded in agreement, and told him to come down for dinner after they had talked about something. Song Yuanchao responded and went out with Zhang Jianguo to his own home across the street.
I returned home and turned on the air conditioner. As it hummed, the stuffy temperature in the room gradually dropped.
After pouring a glass of water for Zhang Jianguo, Song Yuanchao took out a cigarette and handed it to him. Zhang Jianguo lit up the cigarette and took a puff. He said solemnly, "Da Qi came to me this morning and told me about the factory. Yuanchao, is this true...?"
