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However, before Zhao Hua could speak...

The accountant seemed to have noticed something, and he looked at the two of them and smiled, "There's another way I can give you a discount, or even not charge you at all."

Zhao Hua looked up in astonishment.

Meng Qinghe's face lit up with joy as she looked at the accountant and asked, "What's the plan?"

The accountant remained seated, smiling as he said, "The factory manager is my brother-in-law. I'll give you good tiles, then you just need to sign the scrap form. Nobody will dare to interfere, but..."

"But what?" Meng Qinghe quickly asked.

"Although I can help you sign, why would I do it if there's no benefit to it? Unless you let your man go out first, and we can have a proper talk about the 'benefits'."

Meng Qinghe glanced at Zhao Hua. She didn't understand what benefits he was talking about, but she didn't speak rashly. Instead, she wanted to see Zhao Hua's opinion.

Zhao Hua rubbed his head. He had guessed that this person was up to no good as soon as he opened his mouth. He didn't expect this to happen now, and he seemed quite arrogant, not even bothering to hide the fact that he was right there.

He watched coldly, took out forty-five yuan and threw it on the table. Zhao Hua was no saint, but since this person still dared to pester him after he paid, he didn't mind doing justice for him.

The accountant took the money, rubbed it against his hands, glanced at it reluctantly, and finally gave the bill to the two of them.

Zhao Hua took the order and pulled Meng Qinghe out. He had hauled bricks at the brick factory before and knew what to do next. The process was pretty much the same, except that the asbestos tile factory was run by the village, so there was no need to go to the credit union to pay.

Reaching a less crowded area, Meng Qinghe tugged at Zhao Hua's sleeve, glanced around, and whispered, "Why won't you let me talk to him about cheap tiles?"

She smiled like a little fox.

Zhao Hua gave her a disapproving look. It seemed she wasn't completely clueless. Of course, they'd all talked about how some people wanted to marry the postman who rode a bicycle, and given the village women's tendency to speak without restraint, it would be strange if they were truly ignorant.

Zhao Hua turned and walked out, saying as he went, "Come back to Lava tomorrow. When you come back, call your dad. Just take the form to the custodian, give him the form and he'll give you the Lava."

As he spoke, he stopped in his tracks, worried that Meng Qinghe might not know where the warehouse keeper was, and pointed to the finished goods warehouse duty room, saying, "See? Tomorrow, just have your dad hand in the order there."

Meng Qinghe glanced at him sideways, then looked away and tugged at Zhao Hua's sleeve, smiling as she said, "You still haven't told me why? Also, what if that accountant tries to cause trouble when Dad and I come tomorrow? Can you really relax?"

"What do I have to worry about? It's just a matter of handing in a form and getting the goods delivered. Besides, there are so many people from our village here."

Zhao Hua originally thought that even if the accountant wanted to do something bad, Meng's father would do his best to protect Meng Qinghe. What did he have to worry about? He was just the factory director's brother-in-law. No matter how arrogant he was, how arrogant could he be?

However, as he spoke, he glanced at Meng Qinghe's delicate face and realized that someone might actually dare to take the risk. As for the fact that there were people from his village working in the factory, he immediately thought it was unreliable.

It's hard to say whether the villagers will recognize them as educated youth. The villagers' prejudice against educated youth can't be eliminated overnight. Besides, they may have already become accustomed to some things. Who knows, there might even be some people who specialize in selling "defective products" without recording them and then participate in the profit sharing.

Zhao Hua paused for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "Forget it, let's not wait until tomorrow. Let's get it done this afternoon. The sooner we get it back, the less trouble we'll have to deal with."

Meng Qinghe tilted her head and stood in front of Zhao Hua, grinning, and said, "That accountant was quite interesting."

"Hmm?" Zhao Hua frowned as she looked at Meng Qinghe.

She suddenly took two steps forward and hooked her arm around Zhao Hua's, laughing, "He actually said we were a couple, isn't that hilarious?"

"..." Zhao Hua flicked his sleeves and shook off Meng Qinghe's arm, saying, "With so many people watching, what kind of mess is this?" As he spoke, he continued walking out of the factory.

Meng Qinghe quickly caught up and said, "What does it matter? Zhao Ru and I are good friends. Her brother is my brother. If she can link arms with you, why can't I? Besides, people will think we're a couple."

"Aren't you ashamed? You're such a little kid, yet you keep saying these things. I'm embarrassed to even say them out loud, but you're so brazen. In this sweltering heat, just go your own way!" Zhao Hua was increasingly convinced that Meng Qinghe was completely different from his first impression of her.

It's hard to say. She's not very old to begin with, so it's normal for her to be lively and active. The fact that she talks more now means that the weight on her heart has been lifted, which is why she's not as taciturn as before. Actually, it's quite a good thing.

The pit for Mencius' father has been dug, and he is burying wooden stakes in the ground by himself. The side facing the road is higher, and the side facing the house is lower. It is a very normal and common layout. It is not good to have the outside lower and the inside higher, so that when it rains, the water will flow onto the customers outside.

"You're back? How did the asbestos tile inspection go?" Meng's father tamped down the soil around the upright wooden stakes with his feet, then turned to look at Meng Qinghe and Zhao Hua, who were about to push the cart.

"Look carefully, the payment has been made and the order has been issued. Now we'll go pick it up."

"Do you need my help?"

"No need! Just bury the stakes!" Meng Qinghe's voice was crisp and clear. Zhao Hua was about to get engaged, and now the opportunities to be alone together were becoming fewer and fewer. How could she let her father ruin things?

She pushed the car onto the main road and walked forward without even turning her head.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Hua nodded to Meng's father to acknowledge their greeting, and then quickly followed after him.

"Let me push it," Zhao Hua said, reaching out to steady the cart.

Meng Qinghe didn't stand on ceremony at all and simply let go and walked to the side.

Zhao Hua scratched his head. He suddenly felt that something was different again. Meng Qinghe hadn't stopped him when he paid at the asbestos tile factory, but now that he wanted to push the cart, Meng Qinghe hadn't even said a word of politeness.

He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but then he thought that it was actually quite good. He didn't like to be all formal and polite with people; he felt more comfortable being straightforward and efficient.

The asbestos tile factory wasn't actually that far from the village.

After leaving the village and walking through a few more fields, you'll reach the asbestos tile factory again. There's a fork in the road leading to the dock, but you can also take the shortcut along the field ridges, which is faster.

Upon arriving at the asbestos tile factory, Zhao Hua led Meng Qinghe to hand in the order. The factory workers pointed out the warehouse to him and then said, "Go and haul it yourself. Haul thirty pieces. Don't haul too much, as I will check it when it leaves the factory. Also, don't damage any other tiles. If you damage them, you either have to take them away yourself or pay for them. Be careful."