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Chapter 124 I only regret that Lao Jia died too late! !

Zhang Chenfei drank the tiger whip wine and came to Xueru Silk and Satin Shop. There was a fierce battle that I won't go into details for now.

after an hour,

Chen Xueru turned around, Yin Ya loosened her tightly bitten lips, and retracted her hand holding the wall: "Why are you here so early today??"

I usually only come here when the store is closed.

Zhang Chenfei fastened his belt, walked to the sofa, sat down, and lit a cigarette: "Don't I miss you?"

Chen Xueru arranged her clothes and sat next to him with her buttocks twisted: "De Xing, I don't know you yet? How come you're only thinking of me?"

He has a handsome face, and he is bohemian.

Don't expect such a person to stop until he is hung on the wall.

Chen Xueru understood that Elena was only the first, but she would not be the last.

"Hey, why do these words smell like vinegar?"

Zhang Chenfei raised a smirk on his lips and reached out to touch Chen Xueru's head to express comfort: "Don't be angry, you are different from those coquettish bitches outside.

No matter when it comes, your status in my heart is unique! ! "

How about saying that girls are actually very easy to coax? ? ? With just such a sentence, Chen Xueru was immediately coaxed into elation.

Who cares about Elena or Erlian? ? As long as we are the big ones, no one will be afraid! ! !

Besides, if a man in our family is popular, it means he has good taste.

She, Chen Xueru, is rich, good-looking and has a good figure, and the number of people chasing her can range from 49 cities to Gaul chickens.

If you choose a man that no woman can like, wouldn't it be like picking up rags? ?

She doesn’t want what no one else wants! !

Others were rushing to snatch her up, but they regarded her as a treasure. This proves that she, Chen Xueru, is infinitely charming! !

Thinking of this, she snuggled into Zhang Chenfei's arms and said, "Zhang Chenfei, remember what you said today. No matter when the time comes, I, Chen Xueru, will always be the most special one among your women!!"

Seeing her like this, Zhang Chenfei couldn't help but sigh that it was better to be the daughter of a capitalist.

When a child meets his parents, aunt, second mother, and younger mother, his way of getting along, his psychological quality, and his expectations are different from those of ordinary girls.

If you have a wife like this, what can your husband ask for?

The break is over and the war begins again.

Three fierce battles,

By the time Zhang Chenfei left the silk and satin shop, it was already ten o'clock at night.

As he walked on Qianmen Street late at night, he couldn't help but sigh that the wine was indeed good. He went back to ask Li Youbing for some more and sold them to Uncle Qin.

Walking all the way back to the courtyard from Qianmen Street, when Zhang Chenfei walked in, the courtyard was already dark, and every household had fallen asleep.

Only from the Jia family's position in the middle courtyard, an indescribable sound came.

How about Xiao Jia's health getting worse and worse since she got married? The production team's donkeys can't be manipulated like this! !

Zhang Chenfei walked into the house quietly, picked up the hot water left by the old lady and went into the bathroom to wash up.

After washing, he lay on the warm bed that Zhang Fendou had heated in advance, closing his eyes and reviewing today's war.

After reviewing it, I sighed, feeling that some things were not perfect and could be improved.

Thinking of this, I couldn't sleep anymore. I simply picked up the flashlight, took out an illustrated version of the early Ming Dynasty's masterpiece "FS Thirty-Six Strategies", and got under the quilt to continue studying.

Study, must study! ! Learning is like sailing against the sea, if you don’t advance, you will retreat! !

When my eyes were sore from studying, I hid the book, turned off the flashlight, closed my eyes and fell asleep.

One night passed,

The next day was the rare good weather since the beginning of winter.

The light of the rising sun shines through the brand-new large glass windows, creating layers of orange-yellow color in Zhang Chenfei’s new house.

The contrast between light and shadow has a long lasting charm, giving people the illusion that winter is far away at first glance.

Zhang Chenfei got up and washed himself. The old lady had already made breakfast.

The leftover white flour steamed buns from yesterday were wrapped in egg liquid and fried, and then sprinkled with a thick layer of soft white sugar.

The porridge is noodle soup with two eggs beaten into it, and the side dishes are Qinfangju's assorted eight-treasure dishes.

When Zhang Chenfei first started making money by writing novels, she was afraid that her neighbors would think too much and wasted money, so she would make a few meals of Erhe Noodle Steamed Bun from time to time.

After Zhang Chenfei went to work as a clerk in the steel rolling mill, his waist became much stronger, and he no longer carried his face behind others.

Zhang Chenfei noticed the old lady's change and just smiled.

The older generation is like this. No matter how much money you make outside, as long as you are not working in a serious job, they still feel uneasy and precarious.

But if that job has anything to do with establishment and the iron rice bowl, they can immediately change their attitude.

Zhang Chenfei sat at the dining table, picked up the bowl and drank a sip of porridge.

Then he told the old lady that he planned to buy a bicycle after his salary was paid today.

I thought the old lady was going to refuse, but she nodded: "I saw that Tian'er had trouble walking at work, so I bought it.

But one thing is, you have to take good care of it after buying it, so that when you get married, the bicycle will be considered a big item. "

Although there is no saying that marriage must turn three times and ring three times and have thirty-six legs these days, it is always good to have a big deal.

Zhang Chenfei swallowed the steamed bun slices in his mouth: "Okay, if you agree, I will go to Dong'an Market to take a look after work."

It was only New Year's Day in 1953, and the nationally famous Sijiucheng Department Store would not be completed for another two years. Now when people wanted to go to a shopping mall, Lao Dong'an was their first choice.

Grandma Zhang ate little, so she put down her bowl and chopsticks and told Zhang Chenfei to go, but it was best to take Tian Xiaozao with her.

"That girl knows how to talk. I might be able to bargain for you and get a bargain price of 80 cents."

"Yeah, I don't have to." Zhang Chenfei agreed.

Zhang Chenfei ate a bowl of egg noodle soup and five slices of fried steamed buns comfortably.

When I walked outside Dongzhimen, most of the people I met were going to work in the steel rolling mill.

Everyone had a beaming smile on their face, and there were more laughters and laughter on the road than at other times.

For no other reason than because today is the third day of the first lunar month, the day when the steel rolling mill closes.

Guanxiang means paying wages. In Sijiucheng dialect, deducting wages is called deducting shang. When they arrived at the factory, although the workers were anxious, they still had to go to the workshop to work first.

There are many people in the factory, so call the people from which workshop to pick them up.

The cadres in the office don't have such a rule. They can receive it at any time.

Zhang Chenfei waited for the finance office to arrive and wandered over.

When we arrived at the place, it happened that the fitter workshop No. 1 was collecting wages.

Hey, sooner rather than later.

Zhang Chenfei stood next to Jia Zhang, and Jia Zhang immediately understood.

"Director Zhang, come in quickly." He said, vacating the seat in front of him.

Zhang Chenfei smiled apologetically at Guo Dapai, who was behind Jia Zhang.

Guo Dapai had a white face and dared not say anything in anger: "Director Zhang, why are you so polite to me?

I've fucked him so many times, and this time is no different. "

After saying that, he was still explaining to himself, wasn't Zhang Chenfei jumping in line because of Guo Da, okay? ?

If he jumps in line, he can stand in line a little longer. Doesn't this mean he can rest more and work less in the workshop?

When I thought about it, I felt a lot more comfortable.

Soon, it was Zhang Chenfei's turn to receive his salary.

Black Pearl's accountant who paid wages had previously given Zhang Chenfei a love letter. When he saw him receiving his wages, his dark face suddenly turned red.

When I handed him the money, I touched his hand calmly.

Zhang Chenfei sighed. Although there were more men than women in the steel rolling mill, the women here were more powerful than the last.

He was often taken advantage of here, and he was touched at every turn.

Hey, that’s it, he’ll just suffer some losses.

He took the wages and walked aside to count them. This was the first time he had received wages since joining the factory.

Zhang Chenfei entered the factory to receive 110 salary points for a second-level cadre, and received thirty-five yuan.

By next month, it will be increased to fifty-six.

Fifty-six! ! There are twenty-one more, how beautiful.

With this salary, I can raise four children! ! ! Plus the dividends from the grocery store and the profits from the serialized novels.

Considering the highest standard of living, one would have to raise seventeen or eight children.

hiss! !

Zhang Chenfei feels that it is just around the corner that he will surpass his eldest brother Zhang Chenliang! !

It's not that he wants to find more partners, there are so many indicators for having children.

If only one daughter-in-law is allowed to give birth to this, her farts from the future will not be poof, but haha.

Mrs. Jia Zhang looked at Zhang Chenfei's salary eagerly, and then looked at her own eighteen yuan, and she felt like she had a lemon in her heart.

I only regret that Lao Jia did not die earlier. If he had gained some energy, he would have died two years earlier.

I can work in the steel rolling mill for a few more years, and now my monthly salary must be at least twenty-eight! !

That bastard Lao Jia used to tease her when he was alive, but even made her unable to get a high salary after he died! !

Thinking of this, she and Zhang Chenfei got together and complained.

At the end, he looked at Zhang Chenfei with triangular eyes: "Da Fei, tell me, is this what Auntie said???"

There were no outsiders around at this time, so she didn't call her Director Zhang, but Da Fei.

Ah, this

Zhang Chenfei was embarrassed and wanted to dig out a courtyard with his feet. What should he say? ? ?

Are you saying that your man died too late? ? This is not appropriate either.

Jia Shuke is always summoned from below and is very familiar with this road.

It would be bad if he overheard and came to chat with me at night.

Just when he was hesitating about how to speak, Yang Baili trotted up to the two of them.

The young man was a fat man just like the fat man. He was huffing and puffing while running, and his face was as red as if he had been constipated for a month.

"Brother, what do you want from me?" Zhang Chenfei looked at him.

"Hoo ho ho, please speak and let me slow down."

After Yang Baili calmed down for a while, he said, "My second uncle asked you to go to the factory to do something."

Zhang Chenfei was thinking in his mind that Director Yang should only come to him about the peeler, but would it be so soon? What happened yesterday will have consequences today? ?

He was thinking in his mind,

On the other side, Mrs. Jia Zhang's skin twitched when she heard the words "Second Uncle": "Little Fatty, you are Director Yang's nephew, Yang Baili, Director Yang??"

Yang Baili sighed: "Fat aunt, do you know me? Am I so well-known in the factory??

To be honest, it's quite annoying. I don’t want to get the glory of my fathers, but their light always follows me like a shadow.”

It is difficult to be a second-generation official, but it is even harder to be a second-generation official who wants to be self-reliant! ! !

Mrs. Jia Zhang looked at him as if she were looking at a stupid person, then she walked to Zhang Chenfei in small steps and said in a voice that she thought was very quiet, but was actually not very quiet:

"Da Fei, is this Director Yang as mentally ill as Silly Zhu?"

If he hadn't yelled to everyone he met that Director Yang was my uncle, how would anyone else know? ?

Ah, this

Zhang Chenfei's eyes wandered over the faces of Jia Zhang and Yang Baili, and he felt like he had another courtyard house.

After finally getting Mrs. Jia Zhang away, Zhang Chenfei and Yang Baili walked side by side to the factory director's office.

While walking, Yang Baili told Zhang Chenfei that he wanted to have dinner with Xian Lingling again this weekend.

Zhang Chenfei stopped and looked at him curiously: "Want me to accompany you?"

"No, it's just the two of us this time." Yang Baili looked at his toes and said.

"Huh? Is there something going on??" Zhang Chenfei looked at him with raised eyebrows.

Why does this look a bit like the beginning of love?

Yang Baili waved his hands quickly: "I didn't, I didn't. I just felt that I was a bit presumptuous towards her during the last blind date, and I wanted to apologize."

As he said this, his eyes kept avoiding Zhang Chenfei.

When Zhang Chenfei saw him like this, a complex look flashed in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)