Rebirth 77: From Beachcombing to Becoming a Tycoon and Spoiling My Wife

The autumn harvest conference was held soon.

All staff members of the aquatic products company gathered in the auditorium.

Yang Bai was seated in the second row, while the first row was reserved for leaders.

Yang Jun, who was standing next to me, was very nervous; his hands and feet were trembling.

"Brother Yang, is this my first time performing on such a big stage?"

The village sometimes holds group activities.

Yang Jun usually sits in the lower seats; this is his first time performing on stage.

He still had to recite it in front of someone he liked; how could he not be nervous?

Yang Bai remained calm and composed, instead comforting Yang Jun.

"Xiao Jun, the awards ceremony is coming up, and you still have time for the leadership transition. Just imagine the people in the audience as the ocean, and just keep performing well."

Yang Jun closed his eyes and began to compose himself. When he opened his eyes, he imagined all the people sitting in front of him as the ocean.

But he... can't do it. When he opens his eyes, aren't there still the same people?

"Brother Yang, what if we can't do it?"

Yang Bai got up and straightened his white shirt.

"So what? If you don't perform well, and if they don't like you anymore, you should think about what to do. You know you should cheer up for someone you like. Don't be nervous. Besides, we're all company people, what's there to be nervous about?"

This kid has always lived in the village and never seen the world. This recitation will be a good opportunity to toughen him up.

Yang Jun let out a breath and looked at the girl with shoulder-length short hair sitting in the corner behind him.

He turned his head back and said, "Phew, at least I don't lose face in front of her."

An elderly man with gray hair walked onto the stage with a script in hand.

The entire audience fell silent.

He is Dong Qiu, the Party branch secretary of a state-owned aquatic products company, who is about to retire.

He walked slowly, his eyes were lifeless, he coughed twice, and walked to the front of the stage.

He spoke into the microphone, reciting from his manuscript.

"Comrades, quiet down."

"Today, we are holding a commendation meeting to summarize the autumn fisheries production of 1977."

"..."

He was in poor health and spoke for less than ten minutes before slowly stepping off the stage amidst enthusiastic and orderly applause.

Then it was Hou Sanli's turn to speak.

The host announced, "Next, we will proceed to the second item on the agenda: recognizing outstanding groups and individuals!"

"The title of 'Advanced Autumn Harvest Fleet' is awarded to Captain Yang Bai's First Fishing Fleet."

"..."

Yang Bai accepted the award on behalf of the team.

He accepted the certificate of merit from Hou Sanli.

Hou Sanli patted him on the shoulder and said, "I hope Comrade Yang Bai will achieve even better results in the future."

After the awards ceremony, the audience erupted in enthusiastic applause once again.

Yang Bai handed the certificate of merit to Yang Jun.

Yang Jun's mouth stretched almost to the back of his ears as he looked at the certificate.

"This is an honor for our team."

The crew members behind them stretched out their hands, eager to see.

Yang Bai said in a low voice, "Be quiet. Xiao Jun will pass it over to them one by one and keep it for him after you're done."

The host continued making announcements.

"Next, we have individual honors. The recipient of the First-Class Autumn Flood Harvest Labor Model award is Comrade Yang Bai!"

"His single-boat output was outstanding, leading the fleet to set record after record, pioneering the opening of new fishing grounds, and his efficient fishing experience was widely promoted."

"Please welcome Comrade Yang Bai to the stage to speak."

Yang Bai straightened his clothes. He didn't bring the manuscript because it was all in his head.

He went on stage to give a speech.

Many female employees in the company are infatuated.

Whispering secret desires.

"Yang Bai is so capable. He's only been here for less than half a year and he's already won two honors in a row."

"He's good-looking too, I really want to marry him."

"What are you thinking? He has two beautiful ex-wives, how could it be your turn?"

"Pshaw, she's just an ex-wife. I'm a virgin, how can I not compare?"

......

After Yang Bai finished speaking, he bowed to the audience and returned to his seat.

Yang Jun nodded at Yang Bai and gave him a thumbs up.

"Brother Yang, you're amazing! You went up there to speak without a script and weren't nervous at all!"

Chen Dahai pointed to the girls around him and said.

"I heard it all just now. Several girls want to marry you. Captain Yang, you're quite the ladies' man."

Yang Bai waved his hand, "Go away, go away, what do you mean by being so lucky with women?"

Dong Qiu, sitting in the first row, also greatly admired Yang Bai.

He asked Hou Sanli, who was standing next to him, in a low voice.

"Is he the Yang Bai you often mention?"

He was old and in poor health, often in the hospital, and Hou Sanli basically took care of everything, big and small.

So he had the idea of ​​retiring this year because he was too ill to continue working.

Hou Sanli nodded.

"Yes, this is Yang Bai. What do you think? Isn't he a good comrade?"

Dong Qiu smiled with satisfaction: "Not bad at all. He speaks with a confident air on stage. He doesn't seem like a fisherman at all."

He waved his hand, saying he had never seen a fisherman speak with such eloquence and composure.

"With him at the company, I can retire with peace of mind."

Hou Sanli shook Dong Qiu's hand. "Don't say that. I still hope to drink at your 100th birthday banquet."

Dong Qiu shook his head. "A hundred years old? I'd be lucky to live another year or two. This old thing of mine isn't suited for this position anymore."

"Tomorrow ultimately belongs to you young people."

Hou Sanli sat there listening to the instruction.

After all the certificates were awarded.

The host said.

"Next up is an internal company performance."

The programs went by one after another.

Now it's time for Yang Jun's recitation performance.

He took several deep breaths, clenched his fists, and walked up with the manuscript in his hand.

He began his speech into the microphone.

"The poem I will recite is Comrade Yang Bai's 'Ode to the Autumn Harvest'."

It must be said that Yang Jun does have some recitation skills; he really suppressed his nervousness in order to win the heart of his beloved.

Apart from a slightly nervous, trembling voice at the beginning, she behaved normally otherwise.

After he finished reciting, he returned to his seat.

"Brother Yang, how did my recitation go?"

Yang Bai pointed to Liu Dade's wife's cousin and said, "Just take a look at her."

Yang Jun glanced back and gave her a thumbs-up with a smile.

He waved in response, then turned around excitedly and said, "Brother Yang, she smiled at me! That's great!"

Yang Bai crossed his legs. "How about it? I made sure you delivered canned food for a month for free."

Yang Jun waved his hand, "I won't give it away for free, I won't give it away for free."

Dong Qiu laughed and said, "Young Hou, I didn't expect Yang Bai to be so talented in literature."

Hou Sanli nodded: "Yes, he knows a lot of things. Not to mention me, even Commissioner Chen didn't expect that."

He turned to look at Yang Bai. Working with someone like Yang Bai was the most grueling, but also the most challenging.

You have to suppress your shame at all times, and after spending a long time together, you will inevitably feel ashamed of yourself from time to time.

Yang Bai is no ordinary person; he is destined for a brighter future.

The years he spent working alongside Yang Bai and sharing the same goals are perhaps his most valuable and proudest asset in life.

In particular, he had briefly served as Yang Bai's superior and had a history of mentoring and working together with him.

Hou Sanli secretly calculated that when Yang Bai truly rose to prominence and became famous, this relationship alone would be something he could confidently boast about for years to come, or even for the rest of his life.