Despite Wang Shumei's heart-to-heart arguments, her little nephew did not gain the reputation of being a money hammer, nor was he called Qian Danian or Qian Chuyi just because he was born on the first day of the Lunar New Year.
This Zaizai, who was slandered by his own father as soon as he was born, is called Qian Xin.
My sister-in-law stayed in the hospital for a week. On the day she was discharged, Qian Guozhu made a special request to the leader to borrow a factory car at his own expense to take his daughter-in-law back home.
The sister-in-law's confinement period was very comfortable. Wang Shumei cooked for her in various ways. Qian Xin slept with the two aunts at night, so she didn't have to worry about getting up at night. Qian Guozhu washed the diapers, and Wang Damin and Sun Mancangman were also there. Wander around the city to find new things for her to relieve her boredom.
Seeing everyone surrounding her, the sister-in-law laughed and said that she would become an aunt after giving birth to a child.
Their family was overjoyed because of the birth of a new life, but Lin Nianhe in the capital was dizzy because of the New Year greetings.
Although the Lin family didn't have many relatives, Lin's father and Lin's mother had many comrades and friends. On the day she made the most tea, she brewed tea sixteen times a day, and her whole body was tainted with the fragrance of tea.
Not only did she have to entertain guests at home, she also went to pay New Year greetings to her masters Rong Zhiguo and Chang Jinzhong, guarded the junior ceremony, and visited the director of the Beijing Supply and Marketing Cooperative on behalf of the Lanxian Textile Factory.
All in all, family and business affairs were mixed together, and by the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, Lin Nianhe actually lost two kilograms.
After the New Year, there were obviously fewer people in the compound, and many people working in other places returned to their posts one after another. Xie Yuguo left Beijing and returned to Shanghai in the happy farewell of Xie Yufei. Xie Yufei had an extra bowl of dinner that day.
Su Yuncheng and Lin Huaizhou also began to lose their homes. They lived in the military dormitory and used endless training to soothe the soldiers' homesickness.
The departure of the two of them means that "Miss Lin's Living Room" has lost two regular guests, and Xie Yufei has filled the vacancy. He particularly enjoyed this seminar because it was so hypnotic that he could sleep well every night.
In the blink of an eye, it was mid-month, and the train brought goods from the Lanxian textile factory.
Lin Nianhe greeted the director of the Beijing Supply and Marketing Cooperative in advance and took Xie Yufei to the train station to pick up the goods with the people from the supply and marketing cooperative.
It was already February, and the temperature in Beijing was getting warmer. Xie Yufei was wearing a black woolen coat and playing with the camera in his hand.
Lin Nianhe didn't pay attention at first, until she realized that this guy was just holding a camera and taking pictures everywhere. She stepped forward and asked, "What are you doing?"
Xie Yufei clicked the shutter button in front of Lin Nianhe's face, then put down the camera and giggled: "How about the camera my second sister gave me?"
"How about what?"
"Isn't it majestic?"
Mr. Xie is extremely shy.
Cameras these days are really rare. Ordinary people may not be willing to take a photo all year round. This camera almost equals the annual salary of an ordinary worker, not to mention having to use film all the time to support it.
Lin Nianhe curled his lips and was about to say something, but suddenly remembered: "Hey, if you have nothing to do, go take some photos of Tiananmen Square, then go to Peking University to take two more photos, develop a few more photos, and I'll go back and give them away. .”
"Okay, please lift it up."
"Hey, don't leave in a hurry. I'll go to the supply and marketing cooperative with you later, take some pictures of everyone queuing up to buy flowers, and take them back to make Uncle Wang and the others happy."
"Okay! Look at me!"
Xie Yufei seems to have found his own business. He carries two rolls of film in his pocket every day and rides his bicycle through the streets. He looks more serious than those stubborn people.
The second sister of the Xie family regretted it after her little brother went out early and came back late for a week. She began to think about whether she had done something stupid. Why did she buy a toy for this innocent little kid out of sheer enthusiasm?
Sister Xie didn't worry for long, because in the Huaxia newspaper that day, there was a photo with Xie Yufei's name written under it.
The title of that article is:
"Backward factories are rejuvenated, and first-hand production creates brilliance"
Sister Xie originally thought that the photo accompanying the article was taken by a person with the same name as Xie Yufei, until she saw the author of this article——
Lin Nianhe
There is no need to doubt this time, there cannot be two people with the same name.
Second Sister Xie glanced at the content of the article and couldn't move her eyes away from the photo taken by her younger brother.
Don't tell me, the photos taken by this kid look pretty much like that.
Huaxia Daily has an extraordinary influence. The director of the Beijing Supply and Marketing Cooperative has been on the phone since ten o'clock. In the afternoon, the phone number of the Lanxian Textile Factory was also dug up. The factory director fell into a pleasant but painful way of answering the phone. and in rejection.
He didn't want to refuse, but two years ago, the Shanghai textile factory also came to order a supply of 80,000 flower heads per month. After that, he got a fatal order - not to accept new orders before the Spring Fair.
"It has to be Xiao Lin, look, look! What is this called? Even a pen can pierce the sky!"
Wang Xiao shook the newspaper and said to the clerk beside him: "Send the newspaper to the radio station and let the broadcaster broadcast it for a week!"
After experiencing the dangers of society, the junior officer has obviously learned what it means to be cautious in his words and deeds: "Leader, do you need to ask the broadcaster to broadcast your comments? Otherwise, no one will convey it to Comrade Lin when she comes back."
Wang Xiao: "..."
Was he praising Xiao Lin just so that she could hear him?
He is obviously... used to being unable to control his mouth...
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"Yao'er, this article of yours is incredible. Many people asked about the textile factory, and they all came to my room."
In Minister Huang's office, he looked at Lin Nianhe with a smile on his face.
"Isn't this article a loss?" Lin Nianhe said with a smile, "It's not in vain that you personally help me get the page."
"Hahaha," Minister Huang smiled, knocked on the table and asked, "Yao'er, tell me the truth, how much productivity can the textile factory carry?"
He had heard that the Lanxian Textile Factory signed an agreement with the Shanghai Supply and Marketing Cooperative two years ago and never relented. Seeing that the Spring Fair was coming in two months, Minister Huang couldn't help but feel worried.
"I specifically asked about this when I called last week," Lin Nianhe said. "The new factory is still under construction and is expected to take another month to be completed. However, after re-planning the production line and expanding the workforce, last week The total monthly production is 280,000 head flowers - there is also the Chinese New Year factor, and the total full-term production is expected to be 350,000."
"After the new factory is put into use, the monthly output is conservatively estimated at 600,000 pieces."
"Uncle Huang, don't worry. The textile factory is no longer accepting new orders because it needs to grab more goods to fully prepare for the Spring Fair."
Lin Nianhe's words finally gave Minister Huang some reassurance.
The foundation of Lanxian Textile Factory is too weak, and a slight mistake would be a big deal.
He asked: "Is it still snowing in the Black Province now? Is it difficult to build? Is there anything I can do to help?"
"I haven't heard Uncle Wang talk about difficulties in this area. When I go back and ask him, if I have any difficulties, I will definitely come to you."
"Why do you have to go back and ask? It's not like I don't have a phone."
Minister Huang said, pushing the phone directly in front of Lin Nianhe.
