Back to the 80s Machinery Factory

Chapter 12 My name is Zhou Yun
The young man followed Chen Luyang and walked forward for dozens of meters, then stopped at a side position.

"Okay!! Look at the camera and smile!"

Chen Luyang gently pressed the red button with his right hand.

"Click" sound,
Chen Luyang took a photo of the young man with the entire Dongfang Street as the background, including the four large gilded characters "Songting Hotel" and the Baroque building.

"Take the photo." Chen Luyang enthusiastically handed the camera back to the young man.

"Thank you, comrade. My name is Zhou Yun, and I work for the Oriental Newspaper." The young man extended his hand enthusiastically and introduced himself.

"You're a reporter?!"

There was surprise in Chen Luyang's eyes.

There was no Internet in this era, nor were there so many communication channels.

All news, no matter how big or small, is written by newspaper reporters.

Therefore, in addition to inviting representatives from various fields of the heavy industry nationwide,
Many newspaper reporters also came to inquire about the news, vying to publish the news in their own newspapers.

"That's it."

Zhou Yun's expression was a little shy, and his fingers unconsciously stroked the edge of the camera.

"Our newspaper has only been established for a little over two months, and I'm a latecomer. I can't compare with the reporters at the city and provincial newspapers."

Chen Luyang suddenly understood.

It turned out to be a newly established tabloid, no wonder the camera was so new.

"Then I wish you a successful start and an excellent report."

"It's not that easy." Zhou Yun sighed softly.

"I don't have an invitation."

"We heard the news about this meeting and came here on our own initiative."

“By then, we might not even be able to enter the venue.”

"I just came here to try my luck."

Hearing that the other party did not have an invitation letter, Chen Luyang shook his head secretly.

The venue at Songting Hotel can only accommodate less than a hundred people.

Each heavy industry sector across the country sent more than two or three representatives.

Including the officially invited reporters, the venue simply could not accommodate so many people.

I'm afraid Zhou Yun's trip will be in vain.

Although I think so in my heart, I can't say it out loud.

Chen Luyang consoled him, "How can such a large-scale conference be without reporters? When the time comes, just show your press card and I'll definitely let you in."

Zhou Yun nodded gratefully: "I hope so."

As a key city for heavy industry in the country, many large factories are located in the provincial capital.

These locals naturally don’t need to stay at Songting Hotel, they just need to arrive on time.

The next morning, Chen Luyang and Zhu Xinghuo stood at the door of the hotel with gloomy faces.

"We stand outside to greet people, but this grandson is sitting and working."

Chen Luyang looked at Song Liaosha outside the venue and was so angry.

Early this morning, Chen Jinyue assigned Song Liaosha an important task, asking him to be responsible for checking the list and exchanging conference badges for the participating representatives.

Said it was a checklist.

But in fact, every delegate has a delegate certificate, and as long as the certificate is replaced, it can be guaranteed that there will be no mistakes.

We worked hard all day yesterday and now our waists and legs are weak.

But Song Liaosha could sit comfortably, while he and Zhu Xinghuo had to stand and welcome the guests.

"That's fine. After all, he got into Peking University."

Zhu Xinghuo looked sour.

Zhu Xinghuo gets angry when talking about this.

He was obviously the only one among the three who was admitted to university, but all the good jobs were snatched away by these two grandsons.

Even the exchange of conference passes was specifically instructed by Chen Jinyue to be given to Song Liaosha, who had the "highest academic qualifications".

Looking at Song Liaosha's bright and proud smile,
Chen Luyang and Zhu Xinghuo were so angry that they simply turned around and left, out of sight, out of mind. "Luyang, look and see if that man is our factory director?"

Zhu Xinghuo suddenly patted Chen Luyang on the shoulder and pointed at the people outside and asked.

Factory director?

Chen Luyang leaned over to take a look and saw two people riding bicycles towards them.

The one on the left is wearing a white shirt and the one on the right is wearing a gray shirt.

It was none other than the machinery factory director Wang Qingzhou and deputy director Dong Jiangchao.

"Isn't that our factory director?"

Chen Luyang often met Director Wang when he was a child.

At that time, Wang Qingzhou was not yet the factory director. He and Song Liaosha's father, Technician Song, played doubles table tennis together and were invincible in the entire machinery factory's staff quarters.

In the end, the hero was so lonely that the two of them just started fighting each other, and the killing was endless.

When Chen Luyang was a child, he played with Song Liaosha and often saw Director Wang.

It's a pity that Wang Qingzhou was later promoted to factory director.

Technician Song's wife also returned to the Soviet Union and spent all her time taking care of the housework and raising the children, so her table tennis career was put on hold.

Seeing Wang Qingzhou again after so many years,
Looking at the few remaining hairs on his head, Chen Luyang sighed:

"Our factory director has aged a lot over the years. How come his hair is almost gone?"

"Luyang, you rest here. I'm going to go meet our factory director!"

When Zhu Xinghuo saw that it was Wang Qingzhou, he instantly became energized and rushed out in a flash.

Although he worked as a waiter at Songting Hotel, it was a temporary position after all.

If I cannot get a permanent job, I will still have to go back to work in the factory.

He definitely can't miss this rare opportunity to show up in front of the factory director!
"This idiot, who just said he couldn't move a step, now runs faster than a rabbit when he sees the factory director."

Chen Luyang understood Zhu Xinghuo's thoughts clearly, so he naturally wouldn't compete with his brothers for this opportunity to show off.

Outside the hotel

As soon as Wang Qingzhou and Dong Jiangchao parked their bicycles, Zhu Xinghuo strode over to greet them enthusiastically:
"Hello, Director Wang, Hello, Director Dong, I'm Zhu Xinghuo..."

Before Zhu Xinghuo finished introducing himself, Wang Qingzhou pointed to the entrance of the venue and asked:
"Jiang Chao, do you think that boy looks like Little Song's Da Mao?"

Dong Jiangchao looked in the direction of Wang Qingzhou's finger and was immediately happy.

"Isn't it Da Mao? Why is this kid here?"

"Big hair!"

Director Wang and Deputy Director Dong shouted, then walked past Zhu Xinghuo and headed towards Song Liaosha.

Zhu Xinghuo stood there stiffly.

He slowly turned around and saw Song Liaosha standing up with a confused look on her face: "Uncle Wang, Uncle Dong? Why are you here?"

Wang Qingzhou saw that it was really Song Liaosha and said happily:

"What else could we be doing here? A meeting, of course! Why are you here too?"

"I'm a temporary waiter here, doing reception."

"Great! A few days ago I asked your dad how you did on the college entrance exam, and here you are, at Songting Hotel! How are Ermao and Nata? I haven't seen Nata in a long time."

"My brother and sister are studying at home. I am watching them and making sure they prepare well for the exam."

When Director Wang heard this, he was immediately comforted and said happily:

"Our Da Mao has grown up and is acting like a big brother now. This kid is sensible just like I said he is!!!"

"When I played basketball with your dad, you were only this tall. Now, time has passed and you're already working..."

"..."

Zhu Xinghuo stood there, watching the three people chatting and laughing, his expression showing no sadness or joy.

There was silence for a few seconds.

Zhu Xinghuo returned to the hotel entrance as if nothing had happened.

But Chen Luyang had a vague feeling that something in this guy's body seemed to be broken.

(End of this chapter)