Rebirth of the 90s: Dear Cub
Chapter 43: Yueyue, I'm Tian Ma
When the flower-patterned shirt came, Wang Jianzhong was still lying on the recliner in the main room, with a wet towel on his forehead, and continued to use his hands to smooth his chest.
“Uncle, what's up?” Hua Shirt raised his heart, and was already planning to go back and call his brothers, and would fire anyone who had no eyes.
Wang Jianzhong waved his hand and said weakly, "Your cousin has never heard from you?"
“No, I think something is wrong.” Mentioning this, Hua Shirt's expression turned ugly, "Bo, I don't think we should expect Song Yueliang, it's not something we can match."
"You know what!" Wang Jianzhong was so angry that he tore the wet wipes off his forehead and threw them onto the flower-patterned shirt, "Taoxi Village became famous for Song Yueliang and the malnourished melons in their village! Now they can compete with us in Xizhong Village !"
"Rural-urban cooperation is what the district will do in August, seeking business support, and giving the city two electoral spots! Taoxi Village won once this time!"
"There are sixteen villages in Hagilu City! Previously, Taoxi Village had always been at the bottom. Who's watching him? Now they've turned around!"
Wang Jianzhong became even more furious as he spoke, "No one in the surrounding village is convinced, so why is he in Taoxi Village? Isn't it because he has supporters behind him!"
Hua Shirt was usually very arrogant on the outside, but he instinctively feared his uncle. Seeing him so angry, he did not dare to talk to him for a while.
What support?
...Although Taoxi Village had cooperated with Song Yueliang, it was no exaggeration to say that they were supported by the mountains or not.
Without relatives and reason, if something really happened in Taoxi Village, would Song Yueliang still throw away her head and blood?
Isn't this a joke?
Few people are honest business.
"Go and call your cousin again. If he can help you connect with Song Yueliang, then the reward will be doubled!" Snapped Wang Jianzhong.
Is there anything that can't be done in this world?
If there is definitely less chip!
Since Taoxi Village could rely on Song Yueliang to stand up and become famous, he, Xizhong Village, could make his name even more famous!
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Huicheng.
Taifeng Real Estate.
Assistant chief Chen Mo knocked on the general manager's office door with a document awaiting approval.
"Lake in." A faint voice of a woman sounded from the office.
"Master Song, this has just been handed over by the planning department. Land planning proposals in the north of the city, a land evaluation opinion on the south bridge, and an invitation from the Yang County government, invite you to participate in an urban-rural cooperation meeting in mid-August." Said Chen Mo. The file was placed on a solid wooden table, and the black-framed glasses were lifted with his hands, and he made a regular report, "There was a meeting at three in the afternoon, and, and Song Corporation's shareholder meeting is scheduled for tomorrow. Master Tang told you not to attend for now. There was a promise call earlier and wanted to invite you to meet, and the other party said that his last name was Tian."
Song Yueliang took a few documents and took a quick look at them, "The Yang County Invitation was rejected, and I have no time. The next time Tian's surname called, he could be moved. Out."
Chen Mo nodded and walked out of the office. Just as he was about to close the door, the woman inside called him back, "Taoxi Village is under the jurisdiction of Yang County?"
"Yes, Hagilu Town where Taoxi Village is located is under the jurisdiction of Yang County."
"I accept the invitation, and I'll set the time and specific items into the file later and hand them over to me."
Chen Mo's brows twitched. As the assistant head's professional sensibility, he immediately carved the word "Taoxi Village" in his mind.
On the other hand, Tongzilou, an old industrial estate in the north of the city.
Old mistress Tian and Ma Chunlan were sitting in the living room of the house, both of them looking unhappy.
“Bu, didn't you say that you have a good relationship with Song Yueliang? Why do you need to make an appointment?” That man was Tian Fumin, the son of Madam Tian. There's a gloomy view.
Madam Tian was asked, and her face showed fear, "It happened in the past when we had a good relationship. How about someone introduce you to iron work for free? Don't even think about it. I have lost contact with him for several years. According to his kind With Liang's temperament, it's not bad to be willing to call back! Now you're begging for help, not someone begging you, and you have to take it?"
Hearing the dissatisfaction in his words, Tian Fumin softened his tone, "Mom, why is mom still mad at me? Am I in a hurry? Who knew the factory would lay off workers once they said there was no warning ! "
Ma Chunlan chimed in, "Yes, Mom, right now our family must unite and work together. If the rich lose their jobs in factories and their jobs, what do the four of us expect in the future?" Lived on? Could it be returning from town to village and picking up hoes to cultivate the land?”
The food factory did not go well this year. The next morning, the factory suddenly issued an announcement about the PHK, and it just so happened that the name Tian Fumin was on the list.
The whole family panicked. Who would have thought that there was a time when they could not keep their job safely?
Initially, Tian Fumin thought of buying two small unicorn melons, bringing a bottle of quality wine, and giving gifts to the factory manager as an intermediary.
As a result, he had yet to purchase the item, and there was already a long queue of intercessors at the door of the factory manager, and it was not too early to give the gift!
Eventually, through Ma Chunlan's secret advice, she realizes that there are other shortcuts her mother can take.
The couple sang together, and Mrs. Tian pouted, his eyes flickering.
Returning to farming after leaving the city would definitely not succeed, he could not afford to lose the man.
Moreover, after so many years of relaxing, he was unable to endure any more hardships.
The work of the child must be preserved.
So this was why he was so reluctant and called Song Yueliang.
Otherwise, he would never appear in front of Song Yueliang again in this life.
“Bu, why don't you call again? He might be too busy right now, but now it's almost night, maybe he's done working?” Ma Chunlan urged cautiously.
Old madam Tian gritted her teeth, got up, and walked down towards the small shop again.
Public phone available.
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Chen Mo got the order early in the morning, and this time the surname Tian called again, and he was immediately transferred to the general manager's office.
As Song Yueliang picked up the phone, her eyes were slightly empty. Listening to the soft voice from the other end of the phone, he greeted lightly, "Tian Ma."
"Hey, hey! Yueyue, it's me, I'm Tian's mother," Mistress Tian's voice sounded surprised, "I haven't contacted you in years, and your voice is the same as before, hasn't changed at all."
“I have not contacted for many years, Tian Ma suddenly contacted me now to ask me something, right?” Song Yueliang lowered her head, and her voice was unable to hear emotions, "What's wrong?"
The woman's cold voice sounded through the phone line, which was somewhat distorted, making people feel indifferent and ignored.
Old madam Tian paused for a moment, then forced a smile on her face again, "Yueyue, you always speak frankly, and Mama Tian will not play around with you anymore. Even if Mama Tian is thick-skinned again, I, I want to ask you something..."
The phone bill wasn't cheap, Bu Tian immediately told him about the PHK in the food factory.
He knew that Song Yueliang had contacts at the food factory, and it was only a matter of his words that asked the factory to give her face and retain a worker.
"If we lose this job, our families will have no source of livelihood in the future... Yueyue, can you help me with a word to ask for help, okay?" Madam Tian grabbed the microphone, almost holding her breath, waiting for a response from the other end.
After a while, two indifferent words sounded in his ear, "Sorry."