Li He continued, "Not only can we not lay people off, but we have to recruit people on a large scale. As long as they have the qualifications, as long as they have the ability, we don't have to be afraid of their high salaries or arrogance. Whether it's a fresh graduate, a teacher in a school, or someone from a state-owned enterprise, we want them all."
It was probably because the students did not study seriously in school and did not focus on their studies, so their performance on the file was not good. It was difficult for them to have a bright future after graduation, so they wanted to find another way out.
Similarly, the desire for wealth among the school teachers was different from before. Knowledge could not be converted into wealth, and it hurt them very much.
This was an opportunity for Li He.
At that time, he had just been promoted to a section-level cadre. Although his salary was not low, he still could not make ends meet, so he decided to go solo. Like many others, he occasionally took private jobs in small workshops and township enterprises, and his salary was higher than his.
Everyone was restless and lonely. Those who had a bit of ability all wanted to go abroad, and they tried their best to get the TOEFL. No matter what, they had to get out. That year, Bush signed an order that gave 40,000 Chinese students in the United States the opportunity to get permanent residency, which further aroused the passion of the Trotskyites.
Of course, he had wanted to go abroad, but he was restrained by his unit, and he had to take care of his family. Later, even when he went to sea, he felt wronged and had tears in his eyes. If he did not succeed, he would die trying. How could he dare to have higher aspirations?
He did not dare to think that he was content. He had a son and a daughter, and they formed a good family.
Suddenly, he did not dare to think anymore, afraid that the figure of that person would flash across his mind again.
He leaned into the chair, holding a cigarette between his fingers. He flicked the ash into the ashtray and put it between his lips.
A few women were busy in the kitchen. Naturally, Zhou Ping was in charge. He Fang, Chang Jing, and Madam Feng were at the side cutting and washing vegetables.
Fu Xia was carrying the dishes into the living room. She said, "Brother, I agree with what you said. I'm asking Fang Changzi to introduce a few people to me."
What Fang Changzi said was the direction. His printing factory had already recruited more than ten people from universities and research institutes. Although most of them were part-time workers, it was not easy for them to come. “
Li He quickly set the dining table and asked with a smile, "What kind of board member did you become?"
Fu Xia said, "It's just for fun. How can it be taken seriously? I'm also worried. You see, there's only one director, and I have to go to meetings often. I can't even find someone to help me write my speeches. Every time, I just write randomly and make people laugh at me."
After the dishes and wine were served, everyone chatted about recent events. Li Aijun talked about the incident where the Dong Family's tomb, which was next to his factory, was robbed. He said, "It's just a small dirt mound. It doesn't look like much. How could there be anything good in it?"
Shou Shan took a deep breath and chuckled. "Perhaps they were the ones who robbed their own graves. Outsiders might not know, but as descendants, how could they not know that there were good things inside?"
Fu Xia said, "That's impossible, right? Who would dig up their own ancestors' graves? "
Shou Shan said disdainfully, "After five generations of kindness, this is how he behaves. This is called keeping the goodies within the family. It's a pity that my ancestors didn't have a son-in-law, nor did they have any military officers. They didn't even have a list of money and rations. I couldn't do it even if I wanted to. "
Zhou Ping hurriedly interrupted, "Dad, you must have drunk too much. You're talking nonsense."
Shou Shan said, "What do you know? My grandfather, your great-grandfather, has passed down his family's position and errands for five generations. He doesn't have the ability to pass the scholarly examinations, and he doesn't have the ability to do some errands. He looks for a living, but he doesn't have the ability. At least he has money and rations, so he won't starve to death. In the end, when it came to my father's generation, there was no money and rations. When it was my turn, I had to find a way to make a living. I ran to a restaurant. My life is bitter. I've never been to the Eight Great Alleys, Eight Auspicious Signs, Eight Great Buildings, Eight Great Halls, and Eight Great Residences. I don't even dare to think about it. "
"Drink some tea." Zhou Ping hurriedly poured a cup of water for Shou Shan to shut his mouth.
However, Shou Shan didn't care and said, "When your mother was still alive, she wanted a place to settle down. It's a pity that I didn't have the ability to do so. I couldn't even find a place to sleep three feet at night. In the end, we built a shack on empty land. In the past, there were many empty lands, and they were all official lands. Those with power were envious when they saw it. Whether it was a high threshold or a low threshold, they all thought of ways to occupy a piece of land. Those who had money built courtyards, while those who were poor like me could only build shacks. "
Li Aijun asked, "Can you build it as you please?"
Shou Shan said, "It was all banner land. Later on, no one cared about it. Whoever is faster, has more money, and has a bigger mouth can seize the public property."
As everyone was drinking, Old Man Zhu and Monk Bo came over after receiving the news.
The two old men helped each other in. Old Man Zhu rejected the wine that Li He handed over and said, "I still want to live for two more years. I can't drink anymore, I can't drink anymore."
Monk Bo first looked at Li Lan, who was sleeping soundly in the cradle, and said with a smile, "This child has good fortune. He has a small mouth and a big nose. People say that he will become a high official when he grows up. Good, very good."
He even gave a red sandalwood skewer to hang on Li Lan's little hand.
He Fang was very happy to hear that. She said, "Uncle Bo, sit down. If you don't want to drink, I'll pour you a cup of tea. How did you know we were back? "
Old Man Zhu said, "I got the news a few days ago. Isn't my grandson still working for that Factory Manager Fang? That Factory Manager Fang will come another day. I have to thank him for taking care of me. Besides, I have the key to your house. "
"I almost forgot about it." Only then did He Fang remember that the two old men often stored things away. If no one was home, they would put the things in the basement.
Old Man Zhu said to He Fang, "You can't value anything I give you. When he's three years old, if I can survive until then, send him to my place. I'll teach him how to write. If he learns how to write early, it won't affect his studies in school. "
"Then I'll thank you in advance." Li He had seen this old man's handwriting before. It was really good. Even if his grandson Zhu Weiqi was a little ignorant and incompetent, his handwriting was imparted by this old man. His handwriting was very good. Li He felt a little ashamed of his own inferiority when he saw it.
Shou Shan said in surprise, "Not bad. Not bad. I can't tell if Brother Zhu's handwriting is good or bad, but I know that the shopkeepers at Leaning Tobacco Bag Street were willing to sell his calligraphy and paintings. As long as they were mounted and sold, they would get a 20-80 split. "
Old Man Zhu waved his hand and said, "The art shop doesn't hang up for nothing. You still have to pay the wall occupation fee. We're just a seller of calligraphy and paintings. We can't compare to Old Yu. If people want his calligraphy and paintings, they have to specially invite them, and they even have to invite a noble person. "
At the mention of Old Yu, everyone fell silent again.
Li He was the most vexed. Back then, he didn't learn calligraphy from Old Yu and didn't know he was in a treasure mountain.
Being able to write good calligraphy was his wish for many years. It was a pity that he didn't have the talent, so no matter what, it could only be a regret.
After the meal, the sky was not dark yet. Everyone wanted to go home. Li Aijun, Zhou Ping, and the others had cars. Fu Xia and Chang Jing lived nearby. Only Monk Bo and the other two old men came by taxi.
Zhou Ping said to the two old men, "I'll drive you back."
The two old men agreed readily.
After everyone left, He Fang had nothing to do. In the kitchen, Chang Jing and the others had already helped clean up. She counted the red packets and gifts that everyone gave and said to Li He, "We have to arrange a time to treat them once."
Li He said, "Didn't they already eat once today?"
He Fang said, "How can it be the same if you invite them and if they come themselves? I reckon that there will be more people coming later to join in the fun. They probably won't meet each other, so why don't we treat them all at once. That way, it won't be troublesome if one comes today and the other comes tomorrow. I won't be going back to school for the next few days. Hurry up and inform them. We've already treated them all. "
"Alright, I'll listen to you."
In the next few days, the couple started to contact their classmates and former colleagues. They set up three big tables at the restaurant in Shoushan.
Most of their former colleagues came, but only Liu Hai came. Most of them were family representatives. Zhao Yongqi didn't come this time. His wife, Ma Jincai, came.
After the Third Plenary Session of the 16th Central Committee, according to the policy, young and middle-aged cadres had to go to the grassroots level for training. Zhao Yongqi, Wang Hui, Liu Bo, and Zhou Qing had all gone to other places. Some of them went to poor villages and villages to train for two to three years. Some of them were assigned to other places, while others were assigned to work with the task force.
Of course, there were also those who didn't want to go to other places and would use their connections. Usually, they were local factories and mining enterprises.
Xiang brought Yang Fugui over. Yang Fugui was much fairer now. She kept her hair in a long braid with a green hair tie. She had a different kind of beauty. When she saw Little Wei, she held her hand.
Little Wei was bashful and looked left and right.
Li He was unhappy. It was obviously a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung, but this kid was still putting on an act. He kicked him angrily and gestured for him to put on a good performance.
Liu Hai said to Li He, "I'm leaving in a few days."
Li He asked, "Where are you going?"
"The Huaihe River Irrigation Project. It's also very peaceful. Since '54, there haven't been any floods. It's considered peaceful. "
"Floods!" Upon hearing this word, Li He's mind exploded. How could he forget about the Huaihai River '91 flood! His house was also flooded at that time. At that time, Wang Yulan was in his hometown and there was no communication. He was so anxious that his mouth was burning.
Later, the flood subsided. When he returned to his hometown and saw the tragic scene, he still shuddered when he thought about it.
Liu Hai patted his shoulder and smiled. "It's okay. It's close to your hometown. If I don't go back during the Spring Festival, I'll go to your hometown for the New Year." “
Li He asked, "Do you know what I'm doing now?" “
Liu Hai said, "I've heard a little about it from Wang Hui. Speaking of which, you've quietly become so successful." “
"Do you know how much money I have?" “
Liu Hai said curiously, "How much money do you have? You're not giving it to me. Why should I worry about it?" “
"But I'm willing to donate!" “
"Donate? “
"I'm willing to donate money to build an estuary for the Huaihai River! "The Huaihai River is an extremely special river. It has an area of 187,000 square kilometers, but it doesn't have an estuary.
Ever since the Yellow River invaded the Huaihai River in 1194, it has occupied the magpie's nest for more than a decade, forcing the Huaihai River to divert to the sea through the Yangtze River.
Due to the flat terrain and the concentrated rainfall season, the Huaihai River basin formed a tragic situation of "heavy rain, light rain, and drought."
Liu Hai touched his head and said, "You don't have a fever, right? “
"I'll donate 200 million US dollars first!" Li He said affirmatively. He would donate as much as he could. However, he didn't do much. He couldn't tell others that he predicted a big flood in '91, right?
Li He immediately jumped up and said, "Don't scare me!"
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