At the dinner table, the two elders supported Zhang Ruoyu and took the main seat.
Xue Bao, who was exhausted from being served, drank chicken soup and dozed off.
Yuanmei sat on the pony in the living room with her rice bowl in hand, watching dramas, like an outsider.
Han Laomo gave a toast to Brother Zhang and thanked him for supporting his humble wife.
Brother Dazhi also brought a drink. First of all, it was to congratulate Brother Zhang on becoming a father, and his seniority suddenly rose to a higher level.
Secondly...
"Son, you see, dad has retired from the prison system and has more time. You have to find another job to use your spare energy, right? I feel guilty for being so idle all the time." Brother Dazhi drank it all in one gulp, feeling quite emotional. road.
Without waiting for Zhang Ruoyu to speak.
Zhao Changying, who was afraid that Brother Zhang's resources would be occupied, immediately analyzed rationally: "Old Zhang, you haven't worked for twenty years, can you still keep up with the fast pace now?"
Brother Dazhi's eyes darkened and he said coldly: "Xiao Zhao, look at what you said. When I was doing everything in the military department, you were still a little secretary who carried bags for the leaders. Even you were so impressive that I could still follow you. Not keeping up with the rhythm? Who are you scolding?"
Old Mo Han slowly put down his wine glass and lit a cigarette: "Old Zhang, everyone has their glorious moments, don't take them for eternity. Is it interesting for a big man to brag about his past in front of women every day?"
Brother Dazhi slapped the wine glass on the table: "No, what happened to me and your wife hindering your business? You are a peddler and a lackey who has never even been a village cadre. You think about getting something for nothing every day." What are you, these evil-hearted capitalists, arguing about here? Are you embarrassed?"
When Zhao Changying saw Old Devil Han being scolded, he immediately quit his job and frowned: "Old Zhang, doing business is not necessarily to make dirty money, but also to be a patriotic businessman. Do you know how many roads my wife has helped open up for the country overseas in these years? , how much convenience does it provide?”
Queen Ma raised her eyebrows and said simply and rudely: "Xiao Zhao, practice?"
The atmosphere at the table instantly became tense.
Yuan Mei, who was sitting on a pony eating rice and watching dramas, twitched her lips. She was indeed not suitable for the adults' table. It was too tragic.
After the four people formed an impeccable logical closed loop, everyone looked at Zhang Ruoyu who was sitting in the chair.
"Son, don't you think your dad just wants to use his spare energy? Isn't that wrong?" Queen Ma said sharply. "Look at how anxious she is to jump over the wall, as if she's afraid that your dad will take advantage of you and she won't."
Han Laomo immediately explained: "Xiao Zhang, your mother definitely didn't mean this!"
"That's what I mean!" Queen Ma said firmly.
Han Lao Mo twitched the corner of his mouth: "I said that Xuebao's mother didn't mean that."
Boom boom.
Zhang Ruoyu raised his chopsticks and knocked on the table, and said calmly: "You don't talk when you eat, and you don't talk when you sleep."
When the four old men heard this, one word emerged in their hearts: grass.
Yuan Mei, who was sitting in the living room watching the drama, was smiling crookedly. When it came to being venomous, it was Brother Zhang.
…
Half past two in the afternoon.
Office hours of the three courtyards.
Brother Dazhi, with the excitement of holding Brother Zhang hostage to impress the princes, came to the Third Courtyard for an "interview" in person.
I heard that General Zhang was coming to work in the third courtyard. The three old deans worked together and welcomed the former military general in a spacious and bright conference room.
Face is not enough.
The treatment is not bad.
How else to say that a good marriage is not as good as a good life?
Brother Dazhi was very proud of giving birth to Zhang Xiangbei.
Boom boom.
Brother Dazhi, who put on a neat old Beimang military uniform, knocked on the door. After receiving a response, Brother Dazhi walked into the conference room with his head held high.
No one in Beimang wears this military uniform anymore.
But Brother Dazhi is nostalgic and reluctant to throw it away.
Of course, he has worked in the prison system for twenty years and has never been more capable of supporting the scene.
You can't come to an interview wearing a correctional uniform, right?
Too abrupt.
Brother Dazhi stood tall and straight in front of the conference table, looking calmly at these three powerful old deans.
"General Zhang, please sit down."
The old dean Wang Linan smiled kindly: "Xiao Zhang has already greeted us about your purpose of coming."
Brother Dazhi is sitting vigorously.
It seemed that the person sitting in front of the three old deans was still the famous Beimang general who went into battle to kill the enemy.
"It's causing trouble to the leader." Brother Dazhi said with a straight face and a very upright attitude. "I just feel that I am still young and want to use my remaining energy for the country."
When applying for a job, be humble and not shabby.
"Of course, we completely understand." Wang Lin'an picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and said slowly in a homely tone. "In recent years, the three major hospitals have also rehired some people, all of whom want to make some contributions to the country after retirement."
After Wang Linan finished speaking, he put down his teacup and said, "General Zhang, do you have any requests regarding your position and the nature of your work? We will try our best to arrange it for you."
"No request." Brother Dazhi said humbly. "I am very happy to see and learn from leaders every day."
Wang Lin'an's eyes flashed slightly when he heard this.
Then he lowered his head to discuss with Dean Chen and Dean Gu. After a while, Wang Linan said calmly: "The positions in the hospital are a bit tight. To meet the requirements you mentioned, we only have one position for the time being. I just don't know. Is General Zhang up to the task?"
"What position?" Brother Dazhi asked.
"Come to the Third Courtyard to see the gate."
