Siheyuan: Breaking up with Shazhu at the beginning

However, Uncle No. 3 thought of a solution. He quickly tied up Jia Zhangsao with a rope, thus completing the filming smoothly. ...

After the image scan results were presented, Vice President Zhao quickly checked the results.

He looked at the film again and again, his frown deepening.

"Director Wang, are you mistaken? This person doesn't have a brain tumor, right?" As he spoke, his expression became increasingly serious.

"Mr. Zhao, Vice President, could you please take another closer look at this film?" Wang Xuemei said with a smile. This result was obviously within her expectations. After this, she was more convinced that Jia Zhang was not faking her illness.

Vice President Zhao did not check the film, but handed it to the other two surgeons, and said seriously: "Director Wang, whether there is a tumor in the brain can be clearly seen from the X-ray. With more than 30 years of medical experience, I guarantee that this person definitely does not have a brain tumor, and her body is healthy, even better than that of young people."

Another attending doctor agreed: "What Director Zhao said makes sense. There is indeed nothing wrong with her brain. Even if you look at it with the naked eye, she doesn't look like a sick person."

Hearing this, Wang Xuemei's smile deepened. This verification made her feel more confident.

So she said, "President Zhao, since she is not sick, please issue a diagnosis so that I can return to the company to report."

"Okay, I'll issue it right away." Vice President Zhao asked the surgeon to prepare the diagnosis, and added to Director Wang: "Director Wang, please find out who issued the fake certificate. We must find that person. People with such low medical ethics should not be in this industry at all."

Before Jia Zhang arrived, Wang Xuemei had already told Vice President Zhao about Jia Zhang's situation. Upon hearing this, Vice President Zhao was filled with righteous indignation and vowed to find the unscrupulous doctor.

He promised: "Director Wang, don't worry. Even if he doesn't wait for my assignment, that person will not be able to escape my responsibility. He must be caught for letting this pest go home for money and cannot be allowed to escape easily."

Then, Wang Xuemei whispered an instruction to a young man next to her. After the man agreed, he hurriedly took away the doctor who provided the false certificate for Jia Zhang.

After leaving the medical room, Wang Xuemei told her uncle: "Uncle, I have to trouble you to take Jia Zhang to the street office."

"It's a small matter, Director, just leave it to me," Uncle San responded with a smile.

After confirming the diagnosis of Jia Zhang's illness, she lay there in silence, knowing that her lie had been exposed and had implicated the doctor who helped her. She was filled with remorse, thinking that her plan to return home smoothly had become so out of control because of her own lapse of judgment.

The regret now cannot be reversed, and it is too late to make up for it. After leaving the hospital, Yang Jun did not go to the street office with Wang Xuemei, but went to the Cultural Corps Department. Yang Liu was about to join the army tomorrow, and he had to verify the specific situation first to prevent possible problems.

When he arrived at the military unit, he showed his ID for registration. After the guard confirmed his information, he called the security department to inform them.

About ten minutes later, he saw Qian Jiajia running towards him in a hurry from afar.

"Hey, Mr. Factory Manager, what brought you to our shop today?" Qian Jiajia asked with her arms folded behind her back and a smile, appearing both friendly and a little naughty.

Since that gathering at Lao Mo's restaurant, the two of them have always joked around like old friends who have known each other for a long time. She said, "I'll have a banquet at my house tomorrow. As your great benefactor, I hope you will come and share a few glasses of wine."

Yang Jun was not far from her and could vaguely smell the scent emanating from her. It seemed that her face turned slightly red due to nervousness or disordered breathing, and her originally snow-white skin seemed to be even more moisturized and plump.

"Well... don't force yourself. I can't take a day off to have dinner today." Qian Jiajia tilted her head slightly, and after moving her eyes for a moment, she chose to give up the invitation to the banquet.

"Don't worry, I just want a meal without asking for anything in return. Think about it for a while." Yang Jun said jokingly.

"Get out of the way..." Qian Jiajia widened her eyes angrily and waved her little fist towards Yang Jun.

"Do I look like someone who is short of money? What I lack is time." Qian Jiajia said bluntly.

"If you want me to go to 'Lao Mo' for a gathering now, do you have enough time?" Yang Jun took a step closer and asked with a smile on his face.

"That's for sure...but...but I don't want to use this friendship to just eat. Can you do me a favor?" Qian Jiajia paused and continued. After she finished speaking, she lowered her head slightly, looking a little shy.

By doing this, Qian Jiajia felt like a mean person who took advantage of others and made demands.

"No problem, go ahead." Yang Jun agreed readily, surprising Qian Jiajia.

"You agreed without even asking me if I needed to do anything?" Qian Jiajia was puzzled.

Yang Jun spread his hands, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said jokingly: "As long as you don't make such an excessive request as changing your wife, everything else is fine."

Hearing this, Qian Jiajia clenched her fists and said dissatisfiedly: "I feel that your behavior is becoming more and more abnormal. I always feel that you have ulterior motives."

"Hey, you take our friendship too seriously. Doesn't it need to be reminded about such a rare treasure?" Yang Jun said self-deprecatingly.

"Let's go. I see you have something to talk to me about. Why don't we talk while we eat?" Yang Jun said to her seriously, changing the subject.

"'Lao Mo'?" Qian Jiajia's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Of course." Yang Jun started the car and drove her to the restaurant.

The girl loved sweets and ordered a lot of pastries, and also a medium-rare lamb chop. Yang Jun still had a faint trace of Jia Zhang's aura, and had no appetite at the moment, but out of courtesy to Qian Jiajia, he still ordered an extra bowl of pasta.

"Tell me, what can I do for you?" After the two of them had their meal and taken a short break, Yang Jun began to ask about assistance.

She picked up the piece of beef, chewed it slowly, and finally swallowed it. She wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief and said timidly, "I won't use this for now."

"Don't worry so much. Do you think I don't have the ability to help you or am unwilling to help you?" Upon hearing this, Yang Jun's heartstrings immediately tensed.

Qian Jiajia was able to help her sister become a civilian soldier. This was a great favor that is difficult to describe in words, and it cannot be solved simply by a few meals.

Compared with regular soldiers, the status of civilian soldiers is extremely attractive. Not only are they well paid, but they can also enrich their talents through various learning opportunities, such as singing, dancing, playing musical instruments or performing arts.

Even though civilian soldiers have to undergo regular training, they don’t have to bear the gunfire and rain of bullets on the battlefield. More importantly, the work place is close to the center of the art troupe and not far from home, and there is also the opportunity to go home during holidays, which is an advantage that ordinary soldiers dream of.

Qian Jiajia straightened her back, looked at him sideways, and said, "I'm afraid you'll feel embarrassed."

“I’ve discussed this with my father, and even with a few uncles in the yard, but they all can’t solve it.” He continued to recount the difficulties, regret evident in his voice.

"Oh, that's not right. Although I can't compare to the big bosses in terms of position and network, it depends on the specific matter. For example, if you need help, you may need someone to join the factory, or you may need food and other trivial matters."

"Wait a minute, what did you just say about getting food and supplementary food?"

Qian Jiajia interrupted Yang Jun, grabbed his arm and asked.

"Haha, this is my specialty, it's a small matter, I guarantee there will be no problem. But..." As he said that, Yang Jun carefully pulled his hand out.

"Although you said that, can we please stop having physical contact?" Hearing this, Yang Jun felt a lot more relaxed.

He was familiar with this matter and could handle this kind of thing without any problem. "Can you really get it?" Qian Jiajia asked without any anger.

"Well, it should be fine if the quantity is not large." Yang Jun looked around and asked in a low voice: "How much do you want?"

"A pig." Qian Jiajia answered with a finger raised.

"A pig?" Yang Jun was shocked. He thought it would be a huge demand, but he only wanted to eat a pig?

"Is it too difficult?" Qian Jiajia felt a little embarrassed, worried that she had made excessive demands.

Yang Jun shrugged, leaned back in his chair, lit a cigarette, and said leisurely: "This is a bit difficult. I usually start from 50,000 kilograms."

"What?" Qian Jiajia opened her mouth in surprise when she heard Yang Jun say that.

Looking at Qian Jiajia's expression, Yang Jun smiled and said, "If you had checked me, you would have known that I provided 70,000 kilograms of grain and 50,000 kilograms of pork to the steel plant years ago. What's the trouble with a pig?"

"A few days ago, I helped the factory get nearly 800 kilograms of wild boar meat. What's a small thing like yours? " Yang Jun had already guessed why the boss was unwilling to help.

Normally, getting a pig is just a small matter for them, but they are unwilling to do it? Yang Jun thought to himself that all this was caused by him.

Previously, he had invested tens of millions of kilograms of grain in the suburbs, which attracted the attention of senior officials. At that time, people were panicking and everyone was worried about their own safety. Under such circumstances, no one was willing to take risks. …

"You're right. When it comes to you, even big problems become simple. It's settled. When do you need the pigs to be brought here?"

Qian Jiajia's eyebrows slightly lifted, obviously happy that the problem had been solved.

"No rush. You haven't told me what you need the pig for yet." Yang Jun asked, knocking on the table.

"What other reason do I have for wanting a pig? Of course, to eat it. Do I want to keep it as a pet?" Qian Jiajia curled her lips and looked at Yang Jun with displeasure, obviously not agreeing with his statement.

"You don't need an explanation, do you? Don't tell me it's because of your company?"

Being suspected of his intelligence, Yang Jun was not in a good mood. "Hey, you guessed it right. I did it for my company."

"Is your unit so short of food? Do you need a little girl to take care of these things?" Yang Jun suspected there was another reason.

Qian Jiajia hesitated to speak, and moved her lips slightly, silently pointing at Yang Jun. "I don't know how you became the deputy director of logistics. Do you know how tight the food supply is now? We haven't tasted delicious food in more than three months, and the canteen meal allowance has been reduced. Even I can't eat meat for a week."

Hearing this, Yang Jun's heart sank.

Indeed, after he became the deputy director of logistics, Liu Feng had a lot of things to deal with, especially in the canteen catering, which he did not participate in much. So he did not pay much attention to the two wild boars that Director Tang insisted on leaving behind. It was not until Qian Jiajia mentioned it that he realized that the canteen food was indeed inferior to the past in recent times.

Although Yang Jun himself does not eat in the cafeteria, every time he passes by the restaurant, he hears many complaints from employees about the declining quality of food. He is heavy-hearted, thinking about the major events in China and even the world during this period, and recalling those days that are too painful to look back on.

A few years ago, the whole nation had a very difficult time in order to repay a "certain loan". Natural disasters followed one after another, and poor harvests exacerbated the difficulties. In addition, there was a huge problem of idle labor between urban and rural areas, and it was difficult for many educated youth to find jobs, which put great pressure on urban life. Food supplies were in short supply, and the population continued to grow. Many cities could not ensure sufficient supply, so many enterprises began to reduce the food standards for employees.

He speculated that the reason why the steel mill has not adjusted yet is that it benefited from the grain purchased before the New Year. However, he understood that this was only a short-term relief, and it would not be long before the steel mill would face the same situation and need to reduce the food supply.

Although Yang Jun had a good salary and enjoyed additional preferential treatment, he had never been troubled by financial difficulties and was slow to react to changes in the outside world. It was not until he saw Qian Jiajia worried about the food problem in the factory that he realized the seriousness of the situation.

"Our logistics manager resigned and a position became vacant. Actually, I also have the motivation to be promoted. If I wasn't forced by the situation, I wouldn't have been so humble to come to you." Qian Jiajia saw that Yang Jun was lost in thought and couldn't help but tell him the truth.

Yang Jun glared at him helplessly and listened silently. For Qian's father, the promotion was just a one-sentence decision. Why did he have to beat around the bush?

But then again, it is indeed difficult to convince him without substantial performance. "Hey, don't think too much, it has nothing to do with my dad. I just hope to fight for it with my own ability." Qian Jiajia quickly explained after noticing Yang Jun's thoughts.

"Why are you explaining anything? I know you don't think so." Yang Jun's eyes turned and he said jokingly, "But I really enjoy relying on my father for a living."

"Shut up! I'll really get mad at you if you keep talking." Qian Jiajia's face was gloomy. She waved her little fists and tried to intimidate Yang Jun.

"Okay, okay, I won't mention it anymore. I will send a pig to your cafeteria the day after tomorrow. This way, my sister will have meat to eat on her first day of military service." Yang Jun quickly admitted his mistake and begged for mercy.

"You are so smart to have planned this far." Qian Jiajia said contemptuously.

After leaving Lao Mo's Restaurant, Yang Jun immediately returned to the factory. He went straight to the conference room and called Liu Feng, the deputy director of logistics, to his side. He also brought the accounts for the past two months.