60s: I have a store

Chapter 539 Thank You Letter

When the old man returned home, the atmosphere in the house suddenly became tense.

The family had already learned about the old man's sudden illness outside, and now they all gathered around him, their eyes full of worry and concern.

When the old man saw the looks of the crowd, he knew what they were worried about and could not help but glare at the guard beside him. There was both anger and helplessness in his eyes.

The guard felt the old man's gaze and immediately lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong, his eyes fixed on the ground, as if there was something on the ground that could completely attract his attention.

The old man looked at the guard's appearance, sighed, and said, "I'm fine now, isn't everything alright?"

Then, his tone softened, with a hint of relief, "But I was really lucky that Yimin was right beside me at the time. Otherwise, I might not have survived this time."

When the family heard this, their tense nerves relaxed a little, and they also became very interested in the "Yimin" mentioned by the old man.

The old man's son couldn't help but ask, "Dad, who is this Yimin? From what you said, is he a miracle doctor?"

The old man smiled, waved his hand and said, "He is not a miracle doctor, he is just a young man working in a steel plant. He is kind-hearted and helped a lot at the critical moment."

The daughter-in-law then asked: "Why don't you invite him back for a meal and thank him properly?"

The old man thought for a moment and replied, "Next time, I will definitely invite him to my home when I have the chance."

Although the old man said this, he was actually thinking about how to properly thank Zhou Yimin.

He knew very well that Zhou Yimin saved him not for fame or fortune, but he had to repay this life-saving favor.

After thinking for a long time, the old man's eyes fell on a banner hanging on the wall, which was once given to him by someone to thank him.

He suddenly had an idea - to write a thank-you letter and send a banner to express his gratitude.

The old man turned to the guard and said, "I want to write a thank you letter and prepare a silk banner to send to Yimin. Please help me arrange it."

The guard immediately stood at attention, saluted with a standard military salute, and said firmly: "Don't worry, Commander, we will definitely complete the mission!"

The old man then sat down at the desk himself, picked up a pen, and began to write the thank-you letter stroke by stroke.

His eyes were focused and serious, and every word was filled with his deep gratitude to Zhou Yimin.

After the old man finished writing, he checked it carefully again. After confirming that it was correct, he handed the letter to the guard and instructed: "You must personally deliver this to the steel plant tomorrow and make sure it is delivered to Director Hu."

In order for this thank-you letter to have the greatest effect, it must be handed over to Director Hu.

After all, if your level is too low, you won’t know the old man’s identity at all, and will probably just treat it as an ordinary thank-you letter.

Soon, the next day arrived. Guard Huang Jianhui arrived at the steel plant early in the morning according to the old man's instructions.

He was dressed in a neat military uniform and walked to the factory gate with powerful steps.

The guard perked up when he saw a soldier coming. Huang Jianhui stepped forward and showed his ID.

When the guard saw the ID, a hint of respect flashed in his eyes and he immediately saluted with a standard military salute.

He is also a veteran and has a natural affinity for military personnel.

Huang Jianhui smiled and returned the greeting, then asked politely, "Comrade, how do I get to your factory director's office? I need to see him for something."

Seeing the other party's kind attitude, the guard was impressed and said quickly, "Comrade, please wait a moment. I will send someone to take you there."

As he said this, he turned around and called a young worker over, saying, "Take this comrade to the factory director's office."

The young worker nodded in response, then walked up to Huang Jianhui and said, "Comrade, follow me."

Huang Jianhui followed him all the way through the factory.

Machines are roaring in the factory, and workers are busy at their respective posts, creating a scene of bustling production.

Soon, they arrived in front of the office building and walked up the stairs to the door of Director Hu's office.

The guard said apologetically, "Comrade, I can only take you here."

Huang Jianhui quickly thanked him: "Comrade, thank you so much."

As he spoke, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it over.

The guard initially refused to accept it because he knew that the rules prohibited accepting gifts casually.

But when he saw the packaging of the cigarettes, he was surprised to find that they were special cigarettes.

In that era of material scarcity, this kind of cigarette was extremely rare.

The guard hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't resist the temptation and accepted the cigarette with a red face.

Huang Jianhui straightened his military uniform and walked up to knock on the door.

Director Hu's steady voice came from inside the room: "Come in!"

Huang Jianhui pushed the door open and walked in.

Director Hu was busy processing documents. When he heard the door open, he looked up.

The moment he saw Huang Jianhui, he felt that the man in front of him looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

He looked at Huang Jianhui and judged in his heart that the middle-aged man in front of him was definitely not an employee of the steel plant because he was not wearing work clothes.

Director Hu stood up and asked politely, "Comrade, who are you?"

Huang Jianhui stood at attention and introduced himself: "My name is Huang Jianhui, and I'm a security guard."

After saying that, he didn't say anything else, but took out a thank-you letter written by the old man himself from his bag and handed it over with both hands.

Director Hu took the letter, full of doubts, but still politely asked Huang Jianhui to sit down.

He slowly opened the letter, and after reading a few lines, the expression on his face changed.

His eyes widened in an expression of disbelief, and then he stood up suddenly, secretly sighing in his heart: This kid Zhou Yimin is really lucky, he can save Old Qi while going fishing!
Mr. Qi is a highly respected figure in the industry and his influence cannot be underestimated.

Even his own leader had to stand and listen to Mr. Qi's lecture.

Director Hu suppressed his shock and asked with concern, "Comrade Huang Jianhui, is Mr. Qi okay?"

Huang Jianhui answered truthfully: "The leader is fine now and is recovering. I came here to express my gratitude to Comrade Zhou Yimin on behalf of the leader."

As he spoke, he handed over the carefully crafted silk banner. Director Hu took the banner, which had the words "Life-saving grace, remember in my heart" embroidered on it in strong and powerful handwriting.

His hands trembled slightly, and his attitude became extremely solemn. He knew the importance of the banner and what it meant to the steel plant.

Huang Jianhui saw that his mission had been completed, so he stood up and said goodbye.

Director Hu sent him to the door and watched his leaving back, thinking to himself: It seems that I have no choice but to promote Zhou Yimin. This thank-you letter from Mr. Qi has clearly expressed his recognition of Zhou Yimin.

Moreover, if this matter were to be publicized, it would be great news for the steel plant and would enhance its reputation.

Director Hu returned to his office, sat in a chair and pondered for a moment.

Then he pressed the phone button on the table and said to his secretary, "Ask the head of the publicity department to come over."

Not long after, the head of the Propaganda Department hurried to Director Hu's office.

The head of the Propaganda Department walked into the office and saw Director Hu's serious expression, and he couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.

He asked respectfully, "Director Hu, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Director Hu didn't beat around the bush and got straight to the point: "I have something for you. You must promote it well."

As he said this, he handed over the thank-you letter.

The head of the Propaganda Department took the letter of thanks and took a closer look. It turned out to be a letter of thanks to Zhou Yimin.

He was full of curiosity. Who was the person who wrote this thank-you letter that made Director Hu attach so much importance to it?
At his level, he couldn't come into contact with such a big shot, so he could only guess secretly in his heart.

He knew that his most important task now was to complete the tasks assigned by Director Hu.

So he said firmly: "Director Hu, don't worry, I will definitely get this done."

The head of the Propaganda Department returned to the Propaganda Department office and immediately summoned the announcer.

He handed the thank-you letter to the announcer and said seriously: "This letter is very important. You must read it carefully so that everyone in the factory can hear it. Don't make any mistakes in every word. You must read out the sincere emotion."

The announcer took the letter, glanced at it, and was also attracted by the content of the letter.

He raised his head and said firmly, "Chief, I promise to complete the task!"

The announcer came to the broadcasting room with the thank-you letter.

He sat in front of the broadcasting desk, cleared his throat and adjusted his state.

The broadcasting room was very quiet, with only his soft breathing and the rustling of papers turning.

Then he pressed the broadcast button, took a deep breath, and began to read in a clear, loud, and emotional voice:
"Dear leaders and employees of the steel plant: Hello! Here, I would like to express my most sincere gratitude to Comrade Zhou Yimin of your factory..."

The announcer's voice was broadcast throughout the steel plant, and the workers stopped their work and listened attentively.

Everyone wanted to know what had happened that led to the factory broadcasting an announcement praising the man throughout the factory.

In the workshop, the roar of the machines gradually died down, and the workers gathered around the workshop's radio speakers.

A burly old craftsman was waving a wrench to repair a machine. After hearing the broadcast, he stopped what he was doing, took off his gloves, and put his ear close to the speaker.

A look of surprise appeared on his face, and he muttered to himself, "Wow, our factory's Section Chief Zhou has done such a heroic act. He looks quite ordinary at ordinary times, but he is really capable at the critical moment!"

A young worker nearby jumped up excitedly and shouted, "This time Section Chief Zhou has become a great hero. I must learn more from him in the future."

The other workers also nodded, their faces filled with admiration, and everyone discussed the matter one after another.

Some young people are still thinking about whether they also want to go around. If they encounter this situation, won’t they be the ones praised on the broadcast next time?

The broadcast continued: "At that critical moment, Comrade Zhou Yimin happened to be there. Without any hesitation, he quickly stepped forward and provided me with effective help in a timely manner with his calm judgment and decisive actions..."

The workers listened attentively, as if they had witnessed the tense and touching scene with their own eyes.

In the administrative office, several female employees were sorting documents. After hearing the broadcast, one of them, who was wearing glasses, stopped writing and said with a gleam in her eyes, "Section Chief Zhou is always willing to help others in the factory. I didn't expect that he saved a life this time. It's amazing."

Another female employee with a ponytail quickly agreed: "Yes, we need to publicize this matter well so that everyone knows that our factory has such excellent employees."

Others in the office also agreed. The radio continued, "Not only did he use his extensive knowledge of first aid to stop the guards from carrying me in the wrong way, thus preventing my condition from getting worse, he also took out a precious quick-acting heart-saving pill from his pocket and fed it to me, saving my life..."

However, Zhou Yimin had not come to work yet. If Zhou Yimin heard it, he would probably blush with shame. I am not as good as I said in the letter.

In the purchasing department's office, colleagues became excited after hearing the broadcast.

After hearing this broadcast, Zhou Dazhong from the Purchasing Department thought that although the person being praised was not himself, he was praising his sixteenth uncle, and he would feel proud if he could tell others about it.

Other people in the purchasing department heard the thank-you letter on the broadcast. Although it was not from them, they were in the same department as Zhou Yimin.

At this time, the broadcast was still going on: "During the entire rescue process, Comrade Zhou Yimin demonstrated extraordinary courage, wisdom and noble character..."

As colleagues listened to the radio, their admiration for Zhou Yimin grew even deeper.

As the broadcast continued, the content of the thank-you letter spread to every corner of the steel plant.

This not only made Zhou Yimin a hero in everyone's eyes, but also made all the employees of the steel plant feel the transmission of positive energy.

Everyone secretly made up their minds to follow Zhou Yimin's example, work hard in their jobs, and contribute their own strength to the development of the steel plant.

As for Director Hu, he knew that this was just the beginning. Next, he had to plan carefully how to further expand the positive impact of this incident and take the steel plant's reputation in the industry to a higher level.

He believes that with Zhou Yimin's incident as an opportunity, the future of the steel plant will definitely be better.

At the same time, in a courtyard house in Sijiu City, Mr. Qi was sitting in the yard of his home, basking in the sun.

His body has recovered a lot and his face has some color.

Mr. Qi also wanted to know how Zhou Yimin would react when he learned about the thank-you letter he wrote?

I guess you'll be shocked!

The figure of Zhou Yimin appeared in his mind from time to time, and he was deeply impressed by the kindness and bravery of this young man.

He knew that the thank-you letters and banners he sent were just a way to express gratitude. True kindness cannot be measured by words or material things.

He looked forward to meeting Zhou Yimin again one day and thanking him in person.

(End of this chapter)