Reborn as the twin sister of the male protagonist with her mortal enemy

She still remembers that a branch company moved to a new location, but no one contacted the landlord to cancel the lease in time before the lease expired.

As a result, the company moved away and the original site was left unattended. One day, there was a water outage and someone left the faucet on. As a result, the water overflowed in the middle of the night and flooded the Internet cafe downstairs.

The Internet cafe owner appealed to the court because the company did not terminate the lease in a timely manner. The court ruled that their company lost the case and was required to bear the losses.

A loss of hundreds of thousands is not much for their company, but this kind of thing exposed the dereliction of duty in management, which affected the entire branch company.

Now she doesn't want to leave herself any subsequent risks.

If the garment factory changes its leadership, whether they will cooperate is another matter. But if the leadership does not change, whether or not Gu Yongan has these machines, he will not let her suffer any loss.

Director Gu would not stop the garment factory from taking advantage of the situation, so he naturally instructed his subordinates to draft the contract.

"Actually, I'm here to ask Uncle Gu for help with something." Zheng Juzi said with a bit of flattery.

really.

Director Gu immediately focused his attention: "What's the matter?"

Being able to use the word "ask" Gu Yongan had to be cautious in case there were traps ahead.

Zheng Juzi told the story of how he wanted to build roads for the village after earning money. "Sand and stones are not a big problem now, but cement is hard to get. Uncle Gu, you know a lot of people, so please help me find a solution."

Although he approved of Zheng Juzi's behavior of making money to give back to his hometown, he, a garment factory, had nothing to do with the cement factory.

"This..." Director Gu really wanted to help but couldn't think of a solution for a while. "Why don't you go back first and I'll help you find out."

"That's fine." Zheng Juzi didn't force it. "I'll go find Uncle Duan. Maybe he has a solution."

Duan Zhihui's wrinkles have loosened a lot recently. Most of the factory's inventory has been sold out, but people are still coming to buy goods. Now he only has to wait for a year to complete his work, and then he can be transferred back and get promoted to a higher level.

Facing his own "mascot", yes, Gu Yongan said that this child is a "mascot", and Duan Zhihui will actively put on a filter when looking at Zheng Juzi.

Compared to the garment factory, the things Duan Zhihui treated Zheng Juzi to were much more sumptuous. In addition to some fruits and soda, there were also two magazines and a newspaper.

The city's news finally arrived after a long delay, and there were two magazines, one a provincial publication and the other a national publication.

Although he does not make a living by writing in his life, he admires people who can use a pen.

So what if he is young? Heroes emerge from youth, and there is no stipulation on how old he should be.

"Classmate Orange...this orange is very sweet." Duan Zhihui said this and felt a little awkward.

It is not yet the peak season for oranges, but there are many green-skinned oranges on the market. They have thin skin and are juicy. They are delicious but easy to get in the way of getting a sore throat.

Zheng Juzi didn't hesitate to peel an orange and told him the purpose of his visit.

"Road construction?" Compared to the 666 yuan machine that Director Gu heard her talk about, Duan Zhihui felt that private road construction was simply too exaggerated.

After all, there were not many self-employed individuals at that time, and even fewer nouveau riche. It was the first time he had seen someone who could come up with so much money in one go.

How much money did they make to think about building roads for the village?

No, the money for road construction cannot be raised with just 100,000 or 200,000 yuan. It is impossible without strong ideological awareness.

After all, individual businesses have just developed, and everyone is trying hard to make money, and their minds are corrupted by money.

"Why did classmate Juzi think of building a road?" Duan Zhihui asked tentatively.

Since I want to be a good person, I naturally have to publicize my own noble character. The water of my hometown has nurtured me, the people of my hometown have warmed me, and I have deep feelings for every tree and blade of grass in my hometown. Naturally, I have to build my hometown.

Duan Zhihui felt like his soul was being eroded after hearing this. How could he doubt a child’s beautiful vision?

"The problem now is that there is not enough cement. Uncle Duan, does anyone he knows can get some cement?" Zheng Juzi looked at Duan Zhihui eagerly.

The first thing Duan Zhihui introduced was naturally the cement factory in the town.

"No." Zheng Juzi was a little frustrated: "I've already asked. Our Dongji Town has developed so well that we don't even have enough cement."

Duan Zhihui also knew this.

"Uncle Duan, do you know anyone from other towns? Is there anyone whose cement is unsaleable?" Zheng Juzi asked casually, looking a little hopeless.

Duan Zhihui actually knows him.

Thinking of this, I even feel a little excited.

But he said, "Go back first, and I'll ask around for you."

Zheng Juzi was even more frustrated. "You and Uncle Gu both told me to go back first. You are both factory managers, so how come you don't have any connections?"

"It would be great if you were the mayor. You would definitely have a solution." Zheng Juzi became more and more unconvinced. "If the mayor knew that my family donated money to the village, he would definitely give me a certificate of honor."

Duan Zhihui's indulgence of Zheng Juzi is just like his cautiousness about his career. "If you want a few bags of cement, I promise I can deliver them to you today. It takes a lot of cement to build a road. It also requires excavators, mixers, rollers and many other machines. Not to mention me, even the mayor can't get it for you with just a shout."

"Ah?" Zheng Juzi obviously didn't believe it. It seemed that in the eyes of a child, officials were omnipotent. "Really?"

"Really." Duan Zhihui was afraid that the child would be disappointed and really run to the mayor, so he half-promised, "Aren't you going to school soon? Go home and prepare well. Uncle will definitely give you a reply in a few days."

"How long will it take?" The child's patience didn't seem to be very good.

That’s right. Although I’ve only known her for a short time, she’s always in a rush and doesn’t seem to be a patient person.

Duan Zhihui said: "Today is Wednesday, can I give you an answer before next Monday?"

"Okay!" Zheng Juzi's eyes lit up again.

As expected, daughters are better. The more Duan Zhihui looks at Zheng Juzi, the more he likes her. Compared with his bastard son, she is simply a caring little cotton-padded jacket.

Thinking of his own son, five days a week he wanted to stuff him back and rebuild him.

(Zheng Guixiang: It’s impossible that her father also thinks this way. Other people’s children are always “better” than your own.)

Duan Zhihui did not act rashly on such a matter, but instead called his superior. After receiving a positive response from the other party, he felt much more at ease.

As long as there are no major problems, this promotion is almost certain.

Helping others solve problems is impossible, but demonstrating your own abilities is another matter.

Today's state-owned factories are all talking about reform, but they are generally struggling. The products that people used to be eager to sell are now unsalable.