Rebirth 78, the beginning of the marriage was broken off by the female educated youth

At the gate of the machine repair factory, Liu Zhiyuan, Xing Chunlai and Feng Qingshan waved goodbye to Jin Shiqing's jeep as it drove away, and then hurried to hail another car.

"Old Wu, are you okay?" Li Xiangnan turned around and saw Wu Dayong vomiting while leaning against a tree, so he quickly went over and patted him on the back.

"Oh, I'm going to die!" Wu Dayong blurted out his signature words again.

"Xiao Wu, let me take you home. It's on our way!" Feng Qingshan smiled.

Wu Dayong did not shirk his responsibility, "President Feng, thank you for your help, or I will die on the way!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Feng Qingshan waved to a few people and left with him.

Li Xiangnan handed cigarettes to several leaders and prepared to go back to get his bicycle. When he saw Wu Mao standing next to the guard room, he smiled and said, "Director Liu, Director Xing, and Dean Feng, I'm going to go see Uncle Wu. I'll go home after I get my bicycle!"

"Go ahead, but be careful, the road is hard to walk on at night!" Director Liu instructed.

"Got it!" Li Xiangnan went over and embraced Xiao Wu, said hello to Uncle Qin, and said with a smile: "Xiao Wu, let's go see your dad. I'll go back to my hometown to get the golden needles in a few days!"

"Okay!" Wu Mao was shocked and his pace quickened.

Liu Zhiyuan and the other two did not leave immediately. They ran to the guard room with a smile and saw Uncle Qin reading a newspaper under the lamp. They said casually, "Hey, Uncle Qin, are you still studying?"

"Hmph!" Uncle Qin glanced at him from over his reading glasses, snorted coldly, and turned his head away.

Liu Zhiyuan was not angry. He waved his hand and Xing Chunlai quickly ran to the back seat of the jeep waiting at the door and picked up his bag.

"Mr. Qin, I brought you two red plums!"

Looking at Liu Zhiyuan who was being attentive and the two people who were smiling shyly beside him, Uncle Qin pointed to the seats in the room.

"Tell me, what do you want to see me about this time?"

"Otherwise, it is said that you, Mr. Qin, have sharp eyes and golden pupils!"

Liu Zhiyuan held back his laughter and asked Xing Chunlai and Feng Qingshan to sit down with an extremely respectful attitude.

It is hard to imagine that a factory director who is in charge of more than 20,000 people in a machine repair factory, whose status is equivalent to that of a vice governor of a place and whose administrative level is equivalent to that of a deputy minister, would be so respectful to an old man in the guard room of a factory.

"Okay, stop playing dumb! Just tell me what's going on. I'll help you if I can, but don't blame me if I can't!"

Uncle Qin put down the newspaper, took off his reading glasses, took out a piece of suede from the drawer, blew on it and started to wipe it.

He was dressed like a working class person.

Old Yanjing cloth shoes, mud-yellow military pants, a washed-out gray shirt, and only the pair of reading glasses revealed his extraordinary class.

Liu Zhiyuan smiled and gave a wink to his old partner Xing Chunlai.

The latter stood up with a smile, walked to the chest of drawers, picked up the thermos and went to refill Uncle Qin's tea.

Feng Qingshan, who was sitting next to him, gave Uncle Qin a cigarette, then sat in his seat and laughed.

Anyway, Lao Liu’s affairs had nothing to do with him, so he was happy to watch the fun.

Uncle Qin smacked his lips, struck a match to light a cigarette, and looked at Liu Zhiyuan with meaningful eyes.

"Oh, I've been waiting for you to say that!" Liu Zhiyuan was overjoyed, and immediately took out a stack of documents from his briefcase, which were more than a dozen pages long.

Uncle Qin shook his hand and said, "Don't try to fool me. Just get straight to the point!"

"That's fine!" Liu Zhiyuan took back the document and held it in his hand, then took a breath and said solemnly: "Last time when we expanded the workshop, our factory was still short of 400 yuan. I went to the department several times, and the Finance Department always said that there was no extra money and asked me to wait!

I just waited, and it just so happened that Xiao Li's college entrance examination results were very good. I went there again two days ago and made a special trip to see Minister Jin, and only then did I get the missing 400 yuan!"

Uncle Qin was stunned and looked at him. "Then your problem has been solved, why are you looking for me?"

Liu Zhiyuan glanced at Xing Chunlai and said honestly, "Of course not! We started coordinating this expansion last year. We spent more than a year trying to get approval documents and find funds. It was thanks to Xiao Li coming to our factory that we solved the final problem!"

"In addition, I would also like to improve our six foundry workshops. Not only are the workers dirty and tired, but the temperature in the workshops has always been a big problem. Recently, many people have gone to the factory hospital because they are always sick!

I thought it would be a good opportunity to equip these six workshops with a few electric fans during the summer, as they are too hot..."

"Keep going!" Seeing him pause, Uncle Qin flicked the ash off his cigarette.

"I have been to the department many times these days regarding the expansion of the workshop. When it comes to the sand casting workshop, the department gave me feedback that they have no more fan tickets and no more funds, and asked me to ask the Ministry of Finance for more!"

"You said that for this matter, I have to ask for money from other departments, so... Mr. Qin, can you trouble my second brother to see if we can get some funds? The most important thing is the tickets!"

Chinese people's way of dealing with people.

Sometimes it’s not that others don’t want to do things for you, but that you haven’t found the right person.

The person Liu Zhiyuan wanted to find through Mr. Qin was one of the leaders of the Ministry of Finance.

Hearing this, Uncle Qin glanced at Liu Zhiyuan and laughed out of anger.

"Xiao Liu, do you know how much a Fangta brand electric fan costs? 187 yuan! You want to buy one for each of the six foundry workshops? That's over a thousand yuan! You want to die!"

"I understand that you are seeking benefits for the workers in the workshop and are worried that they will be tired and overheated, but your calculations are not good! I heard it from several blocks away!"

Liu Zhiyuan's face was bitter, and he probably understood what Uncle Qin meant. He stood up and refilled Uncle Qin's cigarette: "Old Qin, let's think of a way to deal with this matter! It's also our fault for not considering it carefully! Let's go back and think of a solution!"

"That's right!" Uncle Qin held a cigarette in his mouth and crossed his legs. "When I was young, I had nothing. How did I set up this factory? When you encounter some problems, you think about raising money everywhere? Then your ability is much worse than mine!

When I was in the army, I was broke and didn't even have a gun, but I was able to win the battle. How did I win? Go back and think about it! Get out of here! "

Liu Zhiyuan stood up like a primary school student who had done something wrong. His old face turned red after being scolded like that. He timidly put all the documents into his briefcase.

He glanced at the angry Mr. Qin nervously, took a breath and said:

"Then Mr. Qin, you should go to bed early! Don't be angry about this matter! I know what you said, I will think about it carefully when I go back!"

"I chose you as the factory director back then! Where did your sharpness and intelligence go? Do you still want to ask your second brother for help?"

"I have always treated you as my son. If Qin Lao Er knew that you went to him for such a small matter, he would laugh at you to death!"

Liu Zhiyuan was scolded so harshly that his eyes immediately turned red.

Xing Chunlai and Feng Qingshan standing by also stood in military posture, not daring to move.

No one dared to speak.

Uncle Qin may have felt comfortable cursing, so he threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped on it, "I'll give you a week to figure out how to solve this problem! Otherwise, I won't stay here anymore! I'll go home and retire! I can't afford to lose face!"

Liu Zhiyuan's face changed, and he stood at attention immediately and said, "Report, I will definitely complete the task!"

After hearing his words, a trace of relief quietly emerged on Uncle Qin's face, and he simply waved his hand.

The three people behind him rushed out, jumped into the car as if relieved, and ran for their lives.